The next second, Cyrus sent a slap at my face. “Where do you think you’re looking at? How dare you lay your eyes on Emily? I’m here, so don’t you even think of hurting anyone again!”
I immediately lowered my head, the slap stinging bitterly on my face. “I’m sorry.”
Slowly, I crawled towards the bed and observed the wounds on Emily’s hand.
Clearly, she’d been teasing a starving mermaid with food and got bitten as a result.
After more than two years of torture, I was already familiar with how to heal Emily and treat her wounds.
I began undressing with practiced movements, when I heard Cyrus bark out behind me, “Get out, all of you!”
Everyone else in the room immediately retreated, leaving just the three of us inside.
I didn’t really understand why he did so, but I’d long since given up on trying to understand his intentions.
I continued, piercing my chest with my sharp nails and extracting the mermaid pearl from within, trembling from the intense pain that came as a result.
Cyrus’ deep voice broke through the silence, “Marina, don’t you can make me go easy on you by acting pitiful.”
In his eyes, the reason why I used my mermaid pearl to heal Emily instead of using my blood was because I was trying to act pitiful.
But, in actuality, my blood had already run out of its healing properties because I’d become too weak.
Besides, I never intentionally acted to garner any pity from him—that was Emily’s forte, not mine.
Illuminated by my mermaid pearl’s glow, Emily quickly woke up, and Cyrus immediately wrapped her in a warm hug. “Are you alright? Does it still hurt?”
Emily glanced at my bloodied chest, a vicious gleam flashing through her eyes. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, but… The scent of blood is making me nauseous, so can you get her out of here, pretty please?”
Cyrus turned around, glaring at me viciously. “Are you deaf? Get lost!”
I crawled out using my arms, and I heard Cyrus’ gentle voice coming from behind me.
“Emily, don’t ever go close to those ugly, evil mermaids ever again. They’ll only hurt you.”
My heart, already numb with pain, was stabbed with another knife, the pain going to places I never imagined.
Suddenly, a bucket of ice-cold water splashed onto me. It was a maid, looking down at me with disdain.
“You disgusting monster! Aren’t you supposed to be immortal? Why are you bleeding all over the floor instead of healing your wounds quickly?”
A dirty rag was thrown onto my face, and I was already too weak to even dodge.
“Wipe the floor clean, or I’ll tell the Alpha King to punish you!”
I started wiping the floor, but it was a never-ending task—I couldn’t stop bleeding, so the floor never became clean.
I spent an entire night wiping the floor, listening to the sounds of passion coming from inside the room, and I cried.
As Cyrus’ disgusted expression appeared in my mind, I thought…
Very soon, I would finally be free.
Even mermaids, with their legendary immortality, would still die. I was finally reaching the last three days of my life.
