Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 125 Chapter 125 Be Quiet!

Slowly, she forced her eyes open, stilling her heartbeat to a more subdued rhythm- hoping to not send vibrations rippling throughout the web. However, when her eyelids finally came undone, Monica's face contorted in shock.

The world was upside down!

Or, wait- SHE was upside down.

But something else was wrong. The cave- it was no longer dark. On the ground, the torch that had went out was now aflame and burning calmly- soothing the darkness with its bright orange flames.

"What in the actual fuck?" She groaned in surprise.

Suddenly, a male voice answered her from the shadows:

"Ah yes, I heard you had a foul mouth on you. . ."

Monica's eyes widened in confusion. Her red face puffed as she jerked her head towards the voice. She snapped;

"Who's that?!" she chimed optimistically; "Tayshaun? Is that you?!"

The voice chuckled drily;

"That's cute. You thought your boyfriend was coming to save you? Ha!"

Monica was even more confused. Boyfriend? Save? What in the fuck was he talking about?

Still dangling upside down, she arched her head to looked down on her body- she wasn't in a web, she was tied up! She looked closer at the ropes and her heart began to race wildly. She recognized it! It was the same length of rope Tayshaun had bought from the tuck shop!

"Oh don't look so shocked," the voice boomed in sarcastic delight: "You've done nothing wrong- except for being born into the wrong fuckin' family!"

Btter contempt spewed from his last sentence as he quietly edged his way towards her.

Monica's head felt like it was about to split open from the super aggressive headache. Her arms were crunched up, and all the blood was rushing to her brain from being hung upside down.

Her hoarse voice rasped across the space;

"Look here mister, don't know what the fuck you've got going on here, but I assure you, I ain't the one bruh. You'd better cut me loose before I become your worst nightmare…"

The chuckle came again;

"You're no position to be making demands- Monica. . .No position AT ALL."

The figure finally appeared before her. Monica squinted her eyes hard, eager to see the fool that had dared to do this to her;

"PAUL?!" She screeched in unbelief; "Paul Howard?!!!"

Savoring her shock, a satisfied look flashed in his eyes as an ugly smirk formed on the lower part of h's face. He began;

"You're not my first choice, but you bear the Russell name, so unfortunately you will just hav-"

His grand speech was interrupted by the delirious fit of laughter that escaped from Monica's mouth. Her whole body, from her head, to her shoulders and torso, gyrated in rich bubbly vibrations. It rang with all the mockery and unfiltered condescension of a haughty mind- belittling Paul, and stripping away every sense of victory he had left.

Feeling like an utter fool, all he could do was snap;

"Stop that rubbish! Stop that this instant!"

"Oh Paul," she sniggered; "I've seen some stupid shit in my life, but heavens I have never seen anyone do something so irrevocably STUPID like this before!"

Her eyes danced in genuine wonder;

"The fuck did you think was gonna happen here?! Shit you're such a hopelessly dull person. Did you even pause to think about what Lady Russell will do to you?!"

She chuckled; "I can literally picture her flaying the bones of your body as she boils you alive! Ha! You know she's a cold woman right? So she won't just stop at you. . .she'll do your mother next. . .then cut off your daddy's dick- and then use it to fuck your arse!!!"

Paul's face twisted in a knot the moment her heard Lady Russell's name.

Instinctively, the memory of his own humiliation came flooding right back again. Filed by his own anger, he lifted his left and struck Monica right in the face;

"Be quiet!" He thundered.

But Monica's eyes glowed rebelliously;

"Damn, you even hit like a girl! Is there anything you don't suck at?"

He slapped her again- so hard, she spat out blood.

"You know how I know you're a fool?" She asked incredulously; "It's because you picked the wrong daughter. . .you think you'll be hurting Lady Russell by hurting me? You'll be doing her a favsor!"

An annoyed look streaked across his face.

He didn't doubt any of that- not really. But his thirst for vengeance was just too great.

"Either way," he murmured coldly; "You're just going to have to do. You currently bear the Russell name, and to me, that is more than enough."

Twisting her lips on purpose to sound like him, she mimicked his last last words;

". . .and to me, that is more than enough. . .shit you sound even more pathetic than a child. . tell me Paul, do you always settle for less?" she scoffed;

"How does it feel to live life like a loser- knowing you'll always be a boy among MEN?!"

Her biting words sank into him, like the sting of a bee.

In an unbelievably cold voice, he answered her calmly;

"You know, I must admit," he began softly; "Before now, on my way here, when I was thinking about the bad things I was going to do to you, I kind of felt ashamed-"

Her held up his thumb and his forefinger with a little space in between;

"–just a little bit though,"

He dropped his hand, and began to encircle her;

"I mean, you've practically done nothing wrong to me, and here I was, trying to make you pay for the sins of your mother. . ."

His tone climbed;

"But congratulations, you've actually succeeded in pissing me off! Damn, what is it with that clan of yours? It's like a superpower or something. . .you people always find a way to piss off the wrong people!"

Monica narrowed her eyes; "What're are you talki–"

"Shhhhh," he hushed her; "You know your problem? You still think this is a joke. . ."

Making his point, he pushed her stringed up body, sending her into crescent oscillations;

". . .but I assure you. . ."

He stepped in front of her swinging body;

"I'm not here to play games. . ."

The echo of his ominous tone reverberated through the cave- sending chills through Monica's impenetrable armor of confidence.

Paul was right.

Monica was still in denial. She was a little fuzzy on the details, but she assumed Paul was merely acting up because Lady Russell had recovered, and would therefore come for the lands they had stolen.

However, while Paul pushed her, as she dangled from side to side upside down, her eyes caught an angle of the cave. Up ahead, to her far right, lay a body- still, bloodied, and mangled. Monica's gut revolted.

The corpse was utterly unrecognizable, like it had been shredded to bits by a thousand slices. The head was almost nonexistent- it had a massive bloody hole in it, and appeared to have been bludgeoned to nothingness. Blood red stains soaked up the ground beneath and the clothes–

Monica's eyes flashed!

The clothes! She knew those clothes! Those were–

"Tayshaun!" she gasped aloud in shock; "No. . .no. . .no. . ."

Teeth gritting, and eyes burning in anger, she turned her homicidal gaze on Paul;

"You son of a bit*h!"

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