Villain of my own novel

In Sector Six.

In the mountainous terrain, a woman who wore a red maxi dress walked towards a seemingly cosy wooden house. She had dark grey hair and dark brown eyes, smooth facial features, and an hourglass figure; nothing stood out about her, but she had her own special allure.

CRE-CREAK

As soon as the woman opened the door, a strong whiff of irony stench trickled into her nostrils, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the scent of blood which sent a pleasurable shiver through her body, she then opened her eyes slowly and her dark brown eyes gleamed with a ominously bright red hue.

There were six women who wore a thin layer of white cloth to cover themselves, though the clothes they wore were supposed to be white. They were now soaking in the crimson-red blood of the eight naked men who were in the darkest corner of the house; in front of them, their wrists were tied up and hung on the ceiling as they floated a foot above ground, covered in claw marks from head to toe.

"....argh..."

"...uck..."

"....urgh..."

Very feeble groans sounded as if to let the woman who entered the house know that they were still alive, and the woman who noticed them trying their hardest to 'please' her couldn't help but grin widely in satisfaction.

"Ah!" One of the women wearing a thin layer of, now red, cloth exclaimed when she noticed the woman enter the house, she raised her hands and covered her face while blushing violently, if observed closely one could notice something stuck in her nails, which were the pieces of flesh of the men in front of her. Blood was trickling down on her hands from her fingers, which she had used to claw the men who were hung to the ceiling.

"Kyaa!!" The rest of the women exclaimed in delight as soon as they noticed who the woman who entered the house just now was, and without thinking anything else, they rushed towards the woman with a bright face, their eyes were slightly out of focus as they rushed while blushing violently and had drool coming out of their mouths as if they had just had an extremely pleasurable experience.

"I'm home, my loves." The woman smiled brightly and opened her hands, welcoming them for a group hug.

The women rushed towards her as if they would miss out on the opportunity and hugged her before starting to sniff her and lick her neck, chest, hands, and legs. Of course, the woman didn't stand still and started to grope their butts and chests.

"Ah~" Delightful moans filled the house, which continued for several minutes as they ignored the gruesome scene in front of them and pleasured each other.

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SLURP

"Ah~" The woman, whose red maxi dress was completely tattered, held another woman from behind, groping while drinking blood from the neck of the woman who had a blood-dyed blanket sliding off of her naked body; she had a very obscene expression on her face while the other five women lay on the ground, naked, with obscenely delighted looks on their faces.

".... Thank you for the meal, my love." The woman mumbled and passionately kissed the woman whose blood she had just drunk, and she only let go of the woman after she passed out with the same obscenely delighted expression on her face as the other women.

She wiped her lips sensually, stood back up, and walked towards the men who were bleeding profusely and had lifeless eyes. They stared at the woman as if asking for death; she noticed that stare and chuckled mischievously, raised her right hand slightly in the air, and pointed at the men to fulfil their wish; they were delighted to know that they would finally be free from this living hell.

SWISH

Blood blades materialized in the air around her and...

[I need more 'royal blood.'] An ominously familiar voice sounded in her head and she shuddered for a split second.

"Haa....bad luck." She shrugged and backed off without killing the men, whose faces were now washed with pure despair.

[Don't scare me like that. And what's with this out of the blue?] The woman sent a blood transmission, which she could connect with the telepathic voice and make it work exactly the same as the technique the man on the other side was using.

[Oh my, the great Kensa Pawn got scared?] The man on the other side asked cheekily.

(AN: Kensa Pawn is a character introduced in ch 85: Kensa Pawn.)

[Hmph, I'm not scared of anything..... except for you. You crazy basta*d, and....] The women scoffed before remembering the man's scarily handsome face and corrected herself.

[Didn't I ask you not to call me by that name anymore? What happened to the name you gave me? Huh? Don't tell me the omnipotent Eshwar forgot about the name he himself had given?] She too started to act just as cheekily as Eshwar.

She was too grateful for Eshwar to be scared of him; she was thankful for Eshwar for sparing her life, rescuing her from the hellish vampiric organisation known as the graveyard, and most importantly, even granting her a new meaningful name. Her name now was....

[Hahaha, Samantha, if act too cheekily I might really, accidentally, kill you this time, for sure.] Eshwar's voice sounded in her head and Samantha who heard it tilted her head slightly perplexed.

[Does.... your words even make sense to you?] She asked.

[Anyhow, why again? I already have 'her' parents in control and am even manipulated them into abusing her and pressure her mentally, if I have to go in, into much details, I even have made it....] Samantha began to explain but was cut off by Eshwar.

[No, no, no, it's for somebody else, you are doing a great job in the plan, so no need to worry and just continue to do whatever you are doing, I'll also be starting after some time..... soon.] Eshwar said.

The last time they had talked about "the plan" was inside a busy bar, where Eshwar started his plan. It was also the day he met Faye Clayton, who would be the "starting point" of his plan. Though Samantha didn't know the plan completely, since Eshwar was the one who asked her to take part in it, she didn't hesitate for a moment. They had met in the bar to discuss the plan; of course, the plan was already in motion by the time she met with him to discuss it, as she leaked information about Faye's location to Alvin Collins every time Eshwar asked her to.

(AN: The bar spoke of in here is from ch169: Rebellious Phase)

Samantha abruptly began to recall the day they met in the bar.