Chapter 572 Cometh The Hour
(Author’s POV)
“What is the meaning of this, Elisa? Why are my mom and dad here?” Myra shouted at the top of her lungs. “LET GO OF THEM, RIGHT THIS INSTANT~ …. LET THEM GO, otherwise~ ….” Her eyes blazingly bloodshot, seething with raw rage, as she grabbed Elisa’s extended hand in an iron grip.
Elisa cut her off, half chuckling, full scoffing at her face, “Otherwise?? Otherwise, what, stupid human~ …. are you going to try and kill me again, huhh? Hahh~ …” She jerked Myra’s hand away and dared her, her eyes full of confident menace, “Try it, try it all you want, imbecile human. Just try your luck and see what happens next.” She arched her right brow and folded her hands, adding, her voice chilling, “You won’t like the consequences of touching me again.”
Terrified, Myra looked at her parents and called for them, her tone filled with desperation, “MO~M~ …. D~AD~ ….” But they remained motionless, though their eyes were wide open. She glared at Aamon and Elisa and barked, “What did you do to them? Why are they not responding?”
“I didn’t do anything to them. They are here to settle their debts,” Elisa walked towards Sandra and William and continued, “They are merely under Aamon’s spell, sleeping.”
“Debts? What debts? Cut the crap. Why will my parents be indebted to someone like you~ ….?” Myra questioned spitefully.
Elisa, blowing at her nails, remarked, “What else? For saving their daughter’s life from that ghastly assault. They both said it with their own mouths that they were grateful I saved you in time and were indebted to me. Now~ … they are just going to pay the price for making such a statement to a demon queen. That’s why they say~ … think twice before you say anything.” She smirked.
Myra blinked rapidly, recalling William saying something similar. But then her brows knitted together as she remembered the phone call with Wendy. Her sister had told her that William and Sandra were already at home waiting for her and Yelena. So, she queried, “Indebted? Asleep? Or are you just making all these things up? They can just be one of your illusions. Your tricks to trap me. To make me agree. Huhh??”
“Haha HahaHAHAa~~~~ …. so, you think they are some dummies, we prepared?” Aamon questioned, then laughed. “What do you take me for? I don’t do fakes~ …” He paused, “Let me show you whether they are real or not~~~ ….” He gestured with a slight nod, and the next second, his minions took out black, lathered whips from nowhere and hit William and Sandra simultaneously.
The sound of the strikes rang in the air. The hits were ruthless and unrestrained as both of them hissed and groaned. Sandra even fell to the floor, as blood started gushing out from her back, but she didn’t fight back and remained under the spell.
Myra trembled unconsciously, shaking, as she noticed the locket hanging from her mother’s neck. The one William gave her, the one she had never taken off, the one she always cherished the most. It was supposedly William’s family heirloom, which he took with him when they eloped.
As realization dawned on her with the speed of a lightning bolt, Myra roared in pure agony and ran towards them, “STOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP~~~~~~~~ …” But Aamon’s men didn’t even acknowledge her and continued whipping them without any mercy.
Myra threw herself in front of them as the next hit landed straight on her, piercing her stomach and chest diagonally. She was already weak from that barraging kick, and now the lashing made her spit even more blood, but she still stood rooted, hugged her parents even more tightly, shielding them with all her might.
Aamon, after another two lashes, waved his hand, and the men immediately halted their actions and stood aside. Myra looked at them with red, angry, teary eyes, crimson liquid dripping from her mouth.