"Would you stop rubbing me?" the voice came out through gritted teeth only then did naive Ophelia understand what was happening.
It was her first time that she had shared such close proximity with a man. Her face turned red and to hide her embarrassment, she glared at him for putting her in this predicament.
"You.. it is all your mistake!" she shouted lightly but stopped moving instantly.
"You can still breathe or I will have to drag another corpse out tonight?" her eyes widened hearing him. Another? What did he mean by another!
How many corpses had he already dragged out. Her agape mouth and stunned face was a chance for him.
Since she was not struggling anymore. He held her dress that was tangled with the quillon of her sword and pulled it with some force.
The dress tore instantly but it gave him a chance to push her away.
