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Sorry for the late release, was busy IRL

42 – Dance

I was wearing dark black trousers and wine-red jacket. Appearance wise I was looking like a bartender from an elite bar.

Stationed by the right side of the theater scene, I was assigned to pull the rope to open and close the curtains of the scene. Slowly I began to pull the ropes so that the distance enough for a person to pass to be visible.

Sia emerged from behind the curtains. On top she was wearing a gold colored bra covering her almost non-existent breasts. There was a wide black belt on her waist which were sewn on to the harem pants. Both bra and pants were decorated with beads and embroidery.

Her dark black hair and white visible skin was sending off an intense sexual aura. Males present within the audience were looking at her with unbearable lust in their eyes. My eyes seized few of them with slightly open mouthes while saliva drooling off their lips.

One of the male members within the audience was pinched by his wife which got the attention of the rest of the audience including Sia.

Sia smiled and slowly bent her body towards the audience. As she moved upper part of her body towards the ground, I began to pull the curtains to fully open the scene.

Sounds of goblet drum and some kind of stringed musical instrument began to echo in the theater. Everyone’s attention was on Sia. She slowly raised her body in accordance with the rhythm of the music.

As I pulled the rope new female dancers emerged from behind the curtains. My eyes were focused on all of them. They were wearing same clothes as Sia but because of their age and body, they gave off a different kind of erotic aura.

Dance that they were performing was not something extraordinary. Although I doubt you could get to see something like this anywhere else. In about fifteen minutes, all of the performers were standing around a circle. All of them kneeled down and put their arms on the ground as if they were petals around the rose.

All of a sudden music stopped. Audience clapped. Nevertheless no-one stood up to leave. Neither the performing girls were moving. It was as if the dancers were immovable statues.

“Boom!” sound echoed as blue colored lightening hit into the space that was in the center of the statue like kneeling performers. “Ha”, females and few kids were startled. Smoke arouse from the location that was hit by the lightening.

Smoke disappeared and a beautiful girl who was no more than 20 appeared in the place hit by the lightening. She had the same outfit as other girls but it was colored in blood red. Beads and embroidery on her bra and belt were golden. Because of the distance I couldn’t see her eye colors but she had long and beautiful looking silver hair.

With her appearance, everyone’s including my attention was stolen by her. Her breasts were not big but neither small, perfect for her body. Slim body of hers would make everyone and anyone a slave to her. Her mouth and nose was covered with a fabric which added to her mysterious background and aura.

“She must be Lily”, I mumbled.

Music began to echo within the theatre. Everyone had forgotten about the other performing girls. None of them were moving either. They were still sitting around the Lily as if they were statues. Her hand began to circle for few seconds. Later on her arms began to move upwards towards the sky as if two snakes were encircling each other.

It was a delight for eyes and hearts of the audience to watch her. I was attracted by her dance too. Nevertheless her dance ending in less than ten minutes. She disappeared same way as she initially appeared.

Even the “rabbit” was influenced by her dance. Everyone applauded and clapped. I slowly pulled the ropes in reverse for curtains to cover the front of the scene. “God knows how much they have paid for these 25 minute performance”, I thought.

The “rabbit” stood up and his close family followed him out. Later on other guests began to go off.

I helped crew to disassemble the scene and we packed the parts into wagons. We left the palace to our camp. I was walking by the last wagon out of habit. I was still entranced by the performance so I didn’t know when and how we ended up back in camp. Even though I was young but my mind was of an adult. That was why image of the dancers had not left my mind.

Everyone went back to their wagon and tents as soon as we arrived into the camp. I went back to sleep but saw Stark waiting for me near the wagon with spare parts.

There were few hours left until the sunrise when we left the camp in secret into the city. Structure of Pheim was much more simple in comparison to capital Astoria. The streets were wide and houses simple. Poor neighborhoods were totally dark only lit by the light of the moons. However rich neighborhoods were lit by torches and streets were cleaner in comparison to the poor ones.

We were fast and swiftly avoiding group of guards few times during the travel.

We stopped in front of the house that had walls around it which were 5-6 meters tall. “Jump or climb, but be fast... follow me”, Stark said and jumped over the stone fence. Because of the internal cultivation my physical reflexes and limits of mortal body had improved many folds. In one swift jump I ended up at the top of the wall. I saw Stark “looking” at me. In second jump, I was standing by him.

We passed by the fruit trees before entering the mansion. There were guards around the mansion but their presence was no problem to us. Arriving at the back of the mansion we climbed to third floor where the only balcony existed. Stark opened the door of the balcony and we entered the mansion.

Our steps made no sound or whatsoever. We went downstairs and as we were going to get into first floor sounds of males talking echoed.

“After that performance it was the only way to deprive my lust”, one man said. “It was my honor to be of help to you. Let me accompany you to the palace”, another replied. “No need, I had my share... You should continue”, first man said and sounds of doors opening echoed.

Doors closed and first man’s voice echoed again “Good, good! Now let me enjoy myself... Orm, call that useless son of mine.”, “yes, my lord” another male answered.

“They are up to no good”, passed my mind and instinctively I wanted to move but Stark raised his hand to stop me.

“Father!”, a young boys voice came up. “Follow me”, man said in a ordering tone. We heard footsteps which indicated their departure into the inner parts of the first floor.

Stark began to move and I shadowed him. The first floor was lighted much more better than upper parts of the mansion. Stark stopped near a wall and turned to me and whispered “As soon as we turn left from here, there is the butler. Can you kill him without making noise for others to disturb us?”. I hesitated firstly but nodded in confirmation.

I took out a knife that was hanging on my belt. I looked at Stark for a moment. “Sense”, he whispered. I closed my eyes and for a moment the air currents surrounding me vibrated making possible for me to visualize the space to our left.

I turned left from the wall and threw the knife. As butler was not expecting anything like this, he just gasped and blood flowed down from his throat. I moved the distance of more than 10 meters to catch his body before it collapsed in an instant. I turned back to call Stark, but to my surprise he was already behind me.

Strange noises were coming from the room so even if I hadn’t caught the butler no-one would have noticed his collapse. “Let’s get in”, Stark whispered.

He opened the door and moved in so fast that it seemed as if he disappeared from my sight and reappeared a bit far away. I brought in the dead body of the late butler. Screams and noises were still echoing within the room but there was no-one at sight.

“Hmph”, Stark made a voice and began to stroll within the room with slow steps. He walked a bit and stood behind a sofa. “Come here”, he called me in low voice. I walked to him and Stark used his right arm to show the place and said “Try to open”.

From first look there was nothing extraordinary on the ground. But looking carefully there were lines that “cut” a space of 1 meter square of the wooden ground from the rest of floor. There were no hatches so I put both of my hands and pressed the corner of the hidden door. Surprisingly the part of the hidden door that I was pushing went down and stairs showed up. We went down into a big room.

What I saw disgusted me and I felt chill which went into my bones. I wanted to threw up because of the sight in front of my eyes. Father and son were focused on their acts so much that they didn’t notice our existence.

We were in an underground room of more than 200 square meters. There entrance to the room was not lighted much. There was no exquisite furniture or anything like this. There were no hidden treasures or valuables.

Opposite to entrance on the left there was a metal cage. In it, three young naked kids were sitting as if they were zombies. They seemed to be unconscious. Maybe drugged.

Few meters away from the cage there was a table. The “father” figure was raping a young kid. He was mumbling out loud stuff such as “You moaned more when Lord was **** you”, “Scream, scream!” and so on. He was in ecstasy.

On the opposite corner of the cafe there was a young female whose hands and legs were chained to the wall. She was nude. The only cloth that she had on her was the fabric that was stuffed into her mouth. She seemed to scream in pain but her voice didn’t come out. The kid, presumably, the son of the mansion’s owner who seemed no more older than me was cutting pieces and scratching the girl’s body.

In my old life I had seen many things. I had done many disgusting things myself. I had cut a person to pieces and fed to pigs. But I had never enjoyed that. I had done because I had to punish and set example for those who wanted to screw with my or my crew. I never had done for pleasure.

I look at Stark. His face turned towards me and he nodded as if “seeing” and understanding what I felt. The distance between me and the kid that was torturing the girl would be around 14-15 minutes. Because of the anger I moved that distance in a time that takes to blink the eye. As soon as closing the distance I used my left hand to grab kid’s right hand and pull him up.

Kid’s height was no more than mine. He had a creepy smile on his face. Madness, frenzy, fury and craziness were reflected in his eyes. I waited for a second or two for him to grasp the situation and realize that I have grabbed and pulled him up. Just before he tried to shout out, I struck with my right hand as hard as I could. I felt the warm blood flowing down my hand.

I was staring at kids eyes. For a moment, I heard nothing, felt nothing. The “light” in his eyes disappeared and the kid was dead. I pulled back my hand and saw kid’s small heart in my hand. The blood was spurting wildly from his body. I released kid’s right arm and his lifeless body fell down.

“Pat”, sound came up as the kid’s dead body clashed with ground. The father was startled. He face turned towards me and he released the kid that he was raping. He was in shock.

Madness filled my mind as I saw a young male kid lying almost lifeless on top of the table. The victim’s throat was covered with man’s finger prints.

“Count”, I heard Stark speaking. Both me and the count turned to face Stark. “Stark, you fucking blind fucking messenger... Fuck off with your cohens... I will kill you f...”, count wanted to continue but was killed by Stark without hesitation. His head was rolling down on ground while his body was still staying on his legs.

Afterwards Stark said “Kill them”. He wanted no survivors. Stark had a hidden sword inside the hand-stick that he was using. It was a thin but well made high quality sword. “He used to cut that man’s head like a knife passing through the butter”, passed my mind.

The young boy who was raped tried to raise his head but tip of Stark’s sword entered from his eye and went out from back of his head. “Kill the girl”, Stark said out loud. I was still looking at him with no intention to move. It felt as if I delay a bit more, I will be his next victim. I turned back and grabbed girl’s head with both my hands. With a swift move, her neck was broken and she passed away.