Forced to Act out a Strange Script with a Rival - Chapter 32

The haze of violent emotions was instantly…

The interrogation room was extremely cramped and oppressive. The walls were bare, rough rock seeping with moisture. The entire room was lit by a single beam of light from the ceiling, which, instead of offering warmth, cast distorted shadows on the walls, like menacing, clawing ghosts.

The warden’s fingers, encased in black leather gloves, touched the collar of the woman’s prisoner uniform like cold iron tongs.

The rough, stiff fabric carried Si Xiaoxiao’s faint body heat and a hint of sweat.

The sensation at her fingertips made her movement imperceptibly pause for an instant, a subtle halt as quick as a delusion, which was immediately suppressed by a stronger, icy will.

Violent, all-destroying impulses continued to spread uncontrollably.

As a twisted, perverted, and cruel warden, how could she tolerate her authority being undermined and her glory stained?

Especially when the one who fell into her hands was the kingdom’s rose, that very flower that had once bloomed in her heart.

Destroy her! Crush her! Force her into complete submission! Make her pay the price!

Make her understand that a betrayer only belongs in the wailing flames of hell!

The heavy shackles on the woman’s wrists and ankles gleamed with a cold, metallic luster, firmly securing her to the icy iron chair.

But she was not a broken-winged, rain-soaked canary; she was a female eagle soaring through the nine heavens, destined to overturn everything.

Why did she always refuse to bow her head?

The warden’s gaze, like a probe dipped in cold ice, meticulously swept over the woman’s body.

From her dry, golden hair, to her lips pale from blood loss, to her involuntarily straightened, fragile neck, and finally, settling on the rough, stiff fabric of her prisoner uniform collar.

This was simply a humiliation!

As the warden who controlled the Black Wraith Prison and struck fear into the entire kingdom, as a tyrannical ruler whose personality had long been twisted by power and betrayal, steeped in iron and blood, how could she endure this? How could she not want to break that overly rigid spine?

“Rip—”

The jarring sound of fabric tearing echoed in the small interrogation room. Without hesitation, the warden exerted force with her fingers, brutally and precisely tearing open the front of the woman’s uniform from the collar downward.

Rough threads snapped, revealing the equally simple, faded undergarment beneath. Under that thin layer of concealment, the nascent, delicate, and soft curves of the young woman’s body were faintly visible in the harsh, pale light.

The cold air instantly assaulted the exposed skin, raising a fine layer of goosebumps.

Yet, in the midst of this humiliating and icy invasion, Si Xiaoxiao lifted her head.

Her face showed none of the anticipated fear, shame, or anger.

Instead, her eyes, once brimming with the sunlight of a midsummer day but now burning with an obscure flame, met Li Ting’s condescending, violent gaze head-on. Her lips curved upward, slowly, excruciatingly slowly.

“How is it? Is my body beautiful? My dear Warden—”

The beautiful young woman chuckled, her perky black eyelashes fluttering like butterflies taking flight.

The delicate skin, radiating the luster of young life, contrasted sharply with the surrounding filth and cold restraints. She was, after all, the kingdom’s most dazzling rose, stunningly beautiful even in this moment.

The warden sneered, releasing her grip on the other’s chin. Her previous force was not light, leaving a clear, reddened imprint there. The smile on her face was utterly contemptuous: “Oh? Do you really think I won’t do anything to you?”

The black ruler, in the projection of light and shadow, appeared increasingly aggressive, especially cold and unforgiving.

“My dear…” She paused, her tongue seemingly savoring the long-lost, now deeply ironic title. Every syllable was drawn out, carrying a viscous, sick attachment: “…Warden, you can do anything to me.”

The woman’s lips turned up in an extremely complex, pathological smile. It was a mix of intense pain, the humiliation of being torn open, and… a spine-chilling, almost fanatical madness: “I will tolerate everything about you—and welcome your return with the most sincere love.”

“Nonsense.” The warden’s eyes grew colder. She then used both hands to begin a thorough search of the prisoner in a near-programmatic, cold, and emotionless manner.

Beyond her desire to humiliate the prisoner, the search for the secret treasure remained the top priority of this interrogation.

The cold, leather-gloved fingers, moving with undeniable force, started from the woman’s neck and traveled downward. There was no gentleness in the motion, only thoroughness and efficiency for the inspection.

The fingers traced along the inside of the arms, the armpits, the sides of the ribs, the waist, the lower back…

Moving all the way down, no joint was overlooked.

The warden’s hand mercilessly brushed over the woman’s shoulder blade, the exact spot where she had been severely struck by the ruler moments before.

Due to the contact with the painful spot, Si Xiaoxiao’s body instinctively stiffened, and a suppressed groan escaped her throat as cold sweat instantly beaded on her forehead.

The warden’s fingers lingered briefly on the red, burning area. Her pad felt the abnormal heat and swelling of the skin beneath the fabric. After pressing lightly and confirming internally that it was only a flesh wound, she continued downward.

Seemingly unforgiving, yet somehow considerate in every move.

“The Warden is really worried about me, aren’t you?” The flippant prisoner remained reckless.

The dim yellow light cast flickering shadows on both their faces. They were extremely close, so close that they no longer seemed like warden and prisoner.

No one noticed the prisoner’s eyes burning with a near-fanatical fervor, containing a sacrificial longing.

And then, a sudden change occurred—the prisoner, who should have been in the submissive position, bit the warden’s lips the moment their skin touched.

The word “bit” is used because her action was indeed not gentle.

It carried a sense of revenge, attempting to pry open the warden’s teeth with an extremely aggressive posture.

A smell of blood instantly filled their mouths; there was no sweetness, only contention.

Images began to flash in the warden’s mind—

They were sitting side by side, shoulder to shoulder.

They were exchanging pendants as tokens, promising to clear all thorns for each other.

They were facing off in the rainy alley, crossing swords, becoming destined enemies.

The warden forcefully pushed her away, slamming her heavily back onto the cold chair.

The shoulder wound burst open from the excessive force, oozing fresh blood. A short gasp of sound, whether pain or extreme excitement, escaped her lips.

A thread of crimson blood trickled down from her lip, which had been broken by her own teeth, and dripped onto her exposed collarbone, which had also been torn open, an alarming patch of red.

Despite being so disheveled, she laughed, still clamoring, utterly defiant—

“Am I the first person to kiss you, Your Excellency? Are you angry at my behavior?”

“Ah, ah, I only hope you remember me after I die, just remember me is enough…”

“Tear me apart… crush me… mark me… in the most filthy, cruel way you can imagine…”

Her voice was like the devil’s whisper, piercing straight into the warden’s soul: “Isn’t this what you want? My dear… Tyrant? Use your hatred… to prove that you never forgot… to prove this twisted, deeply-rooted… bond between us!”

“Number 623—” the warden called her.

She slowly, and with great difficulty, lifted her head.

Her eyes were clouded with the moisture of pain, but deeper within, there was a chilling, almost obsessive fervor, as if encouraging a student or forgiving a child…

She extended her tongue, slowly, and with a sexual undertone, licked away the blood at the corner of her mouth.

The crimson tongue, the pale skin, and the striking bloodstain formed a powerful visual contrast.

They were indeed fellow travelers, then, now, and always would be—

“Is this what you hoped for? What you painstakingly tried to get?”

And so, that madness also infected the warden.

Her hand uncontrollably grasped the woman’s slender neck, her eyes fierce, her emotions on the verge of complete breakdown: “Remember, this pain is brought to you by me.”

“Ah—” The woman’s face flushed crimson from the asphyxiation, yet her eyes still held encouragement and acceptance, as if saying, yes—just kill me like this.

Just let us be entangled forever.

“You belong to me, only to me—”

She violently declared her possession, that unique emotion finally unrestrained, brought out into the light.

The woman tilted her head back, a broken moan escaping her lips, and she repeated obsessively, “I—belong to you—of course, I belong to you.”

The pressure on her fingertips continued, a mix of resentment, cruelty, and anger intertwined in her heart.

A voice whispered in her ear, seducing her.

Just do it, kill your beloved, and you will stay together forever.

The voice was layered, like the devil’s whisper, tempting her to step into hell.

She was… the supreme warden of the Kingdom of the Rose, the life and death of the Black Wraith Prison dependent on her single thought.

The woman before her was her dearest friend, and also her mortal enemy.

“And who are you?” The clear female voice sounded again, shattering the fog in her mind.

“You are—Li Ting.”

She continued immediately—

“You were once my dearest friend, my teacher, my sworn enemy, and my—perfect match.”

Li Ting…

The name suddenly exploded in her mind.

The haze of violent emotions was instantly washed away by a golden light. Although the gold was dim, it still possessed the power to break through the dark clouds.

What surfaced in her mind this time was no longer the entanglement of love and hate, nor the confusing emotions that didn’t belong to her.

It was the brown sugar water on the set, the little shadow following behind her, the sea they promised to see, the mountains they promised to climb, the distant places they promised to go, the university they promised to attend together.

It was also the break-up at the press conference, the verbal sparring and mutual refusal to yield, it was…

Support