"What a terrible decision! Who asked to use the whip on him? It's such a waste!" remarked one of the guards who was responsible for watching over Oliver's cell. She couldn't help but sneak a glance at him, noticing his well-defined abs and chiselled chest that was naked. "He's unbelievably attractive; I've never seen such a striking man before. I can't help but wonder why other men can't be like him. I wish there was a way I could force myself on him beyond these chains and his current condition."
"Idiot! Do you want to die? Even though he is chained, he almost managed to kill our second princess, do you think you have a chance against him?"
Her mate, who was dozing off suddenly said waking up from her slumber scared that her partner would wake up the sleeping lion.
"Don't tell me you are scared of a man!" The first guard woman smiled at her words mockingly. "If I force myself on him, he will be only able to cry while asking for help from his mother, I know why all those women dote on him, they are just after his body since this is one generation thing,"
"Can you shut up? I don't care what you want to do, don't involve me, I have a cute son in my house that I want to protect," The second guard didn't want anything to do with Oliver since she understood how painful it was, but at the same time she had no idea of stopping her mate since she was interested to see.
"You might not know, but I heard rumors about him, appreantly queen didn't want to give him the death penalty because of her personal feelings, after all this boy is a sex toy of the royal family, I know the queen is going to hide him somewhere pretending to be punishing him while keeping him as a sex slave,"
Her words were vulgar and wild for a mere guard, but Oliver did not react to them as he was already used to people talking about him like that.
Because of his body that stood out from the other males among his peers, he had been always subjected to the sexual gazes of the other females.
Typically, people tend to reject differences and embrace what is common. However, in Oliver's case, the same did not happen due to his unique body. Even though some women didn't like his body which even exceeded the normal size for a woman, most of the women found him more attractive than the small men for some reason.
The whole reason for this was their religion which worshipped giants, so the bigger the person was they saw closer to perfection which is why small men are discriminated against because women consider them as a disgrace to their religion and the giant goddess, whose name was Vespera, the Eternal Titaness.
"Keep your mouth close, don't talk about empress like that, if others heard you will be the next one to enter these cells,"
They didn't notice the group of people that approached them as they kept talking. Unbeknownst to the guards, Isabella, Oliver's sister, had quietly approached them during their conversation. Hearing their derogatory remarks, her eyes blazed with anger. She took a deep breath to steady herself and then stepped forward, her voice sharp and commanding.
"I assume you're referring to Empress Florence," Olivia interjected, her voice unwavering.
The two guards turned their heads hearing the voice to see who it was, but seeing it was the young lady of Bloodborne family, both of them freaked out.
"Lady Bloodborne! We were just discussing... prison matters, you know?" One of the girls answered her voice shaking.
"Whatever, I don't care, but know your position, If you talk about empress like this again, next time your head will fly even before you can ask for forgiveness," She said firmly and looked at Oliver's cell with a smile.
"Forget about it for now, how is he doing? Did he talk?" Pointing at the cell, Isabella questioned.
"He is not talking even after all the torture, Tomorrow it will be his exile, so I don't think-" One of the girls said, but Isabella suddenly asked her to stop since she didn't care about her opinion.
"I don't care about your thoughts, get lost, I want to talk with him alone,"
"But Lady Bloodborne, we can't-" Isabella waved her hand dismissively as soon as they said those words, indicating that she wanted the guards to leave immediately. "Both of you, out. Now!" Her tone brooked no argument, and the guards quickly complied, scurrying away nervously, leaving Isabella alone in front of Oliver's cell.
Oliver with dishevelled hair and a weakened body filled with wounds, looked up from the corner of his cell as Isabella approached. His eyes widened in surprise and anger at the sight of his greatest foe standing there.
"Isabella, what are you doing here? Came here to check whether I'm dead?" he asked, his voice hoarse from days of suffering.
"I came to see you, Oliver," Isabella replied softly, her expression softening slightly as she gazed at him. "I couldn't stay away, not after everything that's happened."
"Everything you did to me," He corrected her and looked at her with pure hatred.
"Well, you're not wrong," She replied to him with a smile which easily pissed off Oliver, but he knew right now he is powerless to fight against her.
But suddenly she took the key to the cell, which Oliver had no idea how she snatched that from the guards and opened the cell. Oliver was highly confused about what she was trying to do, and she came dangerously close to Oliver and held his face with a little smile.
"Brother, Havoc Bay is a dangerous place, without your resonance weapon, you won't even be able to use your power." She paused for a minute and touched his lips and her hands lingered along his neck and touched his chest.
It was rather easy for anyone to see what Isabella was feeling, as she had an aroused look on her face seeing Oliver all injured and half-naked.
"Criminals, Sex offenders, Thiefs and Killers, all types of people will be there and you will enter that place like an innocent rabbit being thrown into a pack of starving wolves," She tried her best to make it more scary, but her words were not too far away from the reality.
"Become mine, I will make all the evidence against you disappear and I will talk with the empress, I might lose some of my power, but in return, I gain you, so it is a win-win," Oliver listened to her words without any interest in her words.
He knew she desired him and since their childhood, she tried several things to assault Oliver or just make him a slave, so she could fully control him, but this was the first time she managed to successfully do it.
"I will give you everything, so become mine, Don't be stupid brother, you can't survive on that island, you will be assaulted to death," Isabella continued, moving closer, her intentions clear.
She attempted to kiss Oliver while reaching for his lips, but he reacted swiftly. He bit down on her finger firmly, causing her to wince in pain. His voice was resolute as he spoke, defying her with unwavering determination.
"I won't obey you, not even in my dreams. Your manipulations won't work on me any longer," he asserted, his eyes fierce with defiance. "I always wanted to find a way that we can make our sibling relationship work, but not anymore, I know you did something to our mother and I won't ever forgive you,"
Despite her plans coming to fruition, Isabella realized she couldn't bend Oliver to her will as easily as she had hoped. Frustration and anger flashed across her face, but deep down, she knew that true control over someone's heart and soul couldn't be forced. With a scowl, she withdrew her hand, and the facade of sweetness evaporated, revealing the venomous envy that had always driven her actions.
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"It is always that bitch, despite being a mother she desired you, do you think that kind of a woman is any different from me? You are delusional. She only groomed you just so she can fulfil her own desires, she's not the great woman you think she is," Isabella lashed out at Oliver, who was looking at her with some blood on his mouth.
"Lies! Lies! Lies! Mother had no such intention, she genuinely loved me, and you did something to her, and that's all I want to know, I hate you, someday I will kill you and find our mother, I don't care who you are or what your power is," Oliver was almost tearing up his wrist by pulling the chains so hard.
Isabella spit on the floor as she gave up on trying to convince Oliver.
"Then go and die like a dog! I don't care, you big idiot," Isabella stormed out of the cell, her footsteps echoing down the dimly lit corridor. Oliver's heart raced with anger and frustration as he continued to struggle against the chains that bound him. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He wouldn't give Isabella the satisfaction of seeing him break.
He won't try to act emotional because he knows the moment these tears fall, his whole mind will go crazy so he had to remain strong in order to find the truth and find what happened to his mother.
Left alone in the cold, damp cell, Oliver took a few deep breaths to steady himself and closed his mind.
"Isabella is wrong, Mother didn't have any ill intention toward me, she is trying to make me doubt her," He muttered to himself over and over again, but the truth remained hidden at least for now.