Even so, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. I just hoped that this whole matter would be resolves soon. By my estimate, my men would already be on our trail.
The clowns chattered incessantly inside the car, much to my annoyance.
They all sounded like they were in their twenties, and all they talked about was she- wolves and sex.
“Once this batch is taken care of, I’ll have to find a place to relax.”
“Yeah, right. No one’s going anywhere unless the boss gives his permission. Now that the twins are dead, we need to work harder and find new prey.”
“Damn it, it’s all that useless little shit’s fault. Next time, I’ll put nails in the ball. Let’s see how he does then.”
“No, you won’t,” the clown in the red mask interrupted with a click of his tongue. “We don’t have a lot of our signature acts, you know. We can’t have you killing that one, too.” The others promptly shut up, and I could tell that none of them would dare to lay a hand on the ball boy again.
I remained silent and looked out the window. The car was now cruising in the highway.
My mind was filled with Crystal, how she was doing, and if she was in danger. Perhaps she had found a new lead on Arron’s whereabouts… If so, then I should focus on my end and find Lee as soon as possible.
From what I could see, these clowns- especially their leader Lee-had a general aversion to the royal family. Werewolves only pinned their belief on one of two key figures- the Moon Goddess and the Lycan King.
I always knew there was a growing dissent against the monarchy and the caste system among the people, but there were very few who were brave or foolish enough to openly defy the royal family.
Despite myself, I was getting more and more interested in this Lee person. Sometimes, it wasn’t the people who split a nation, but rather, some unrelated, external forces. We just might find other useful information through Lee.
“Hey, guys, we left Sally behind!” one man in the blue mask suddenly exclaimed, sounding a little flustered. “She’ll definitely give us an earful later.”
The red-masked clown merely shrugged “What are you so scared of? A man can take a few tirades from a shrew without losing anything. Besides, Crane went off to find her. For all we know, those two might be hooking up right now. We don’t have the time to waste waiting on their asses.”
The others burst out laughing, and followed it up with their own obscene suggestions and comments. “Crane really hit the jackpot, didn’t he? Sally’s boobs are phenomenal.”
I frowned under my mask, disgusted by their vulgar words.
Just then, the clown sitting next to me reached out and squeezed my shoulder. “What’s the matter with you? You haven’t said a word since you got in the car. You’re acting strange today.”
Arron’s POV
The bad lady took me to a room. She had been acting very strange ever since she’d seen my face.
Not only had she saved me from those evil men, but she had gone so far as to remove me from that despicable place where they kept the children.
Now, it looked like she intended to keep me as her own. Otherwise, why would she be saying that this room would be mine from now on?
The bad lady took the mask off my face and immediately pinched my cheeks. She didn’t seem keen on letting go either. “Starting today, you should just stay quietly in this room and never think about escaping again. You saw what happened onstage earlier, didn’t you? You know that those kids became what they are now because they refused to obey, right? So, then, if you don’t listen to me, you’ll end up just like them.”
I pouted and stared at her, trying to ignore my fear. I knew she was deliberately mentioning that horrifying situation to scare and intimidate me. None of those children from earlier ever got any reprieve. The scene involving the conjoined twins, in particular, was painfully etched into my mind.
“Don’t be afraid, sweetie. As long as you listen to me, you’ll be safe and sound. ” The bad lady finally let go of my face, only to take my hands and squeeze them tightly. Her tone was gentle. too gentle. So gentle that it sounded almost weird. And that terrified me even more.
I had seen with my own eyes how she had beaten up those helpless kids. Clearly, she was not a good person. She might be willing to protect me now, but she could abandon me at any time. I knew that it all depended on her mood, and that I might have to pander to her to save my hide.
“Why aren’t you saying anything, my little sweetie pie? Are you so scared that you’ve forgotten how to speak?” The bad lady patted my head, her brows furrowed in a feigned look of concern.
I was instantly on alert. She might beat me up if she thought I had become a fool. “No!” I blurted out. “I mean. . . I understand. I will obey you and stay in this room.”
Sure enough, her face broke into a smile, and her hand swept down my hair and landed on my cheek again. “That’s right. Just listen to me, and you will never suffer the fate of those worthless. . .”
I didn’t know why, exactly, but I had this nagging feeling that the bad lady wasn’t really seeing me when she looked into my eyes. Instead, she seemed to be imagining another person in my place.
But I was only a child, barely past six years of age. What use could I possibly be for her?
I couldn’t even begin to figure it out, so I decided to shelve the matter for now.
My priority for now was to plan another escape.
“Now, come here. I also got you some new clothes. Come and try them out. ” She excitedly whipped out a bag containing a bunch of clothes, but they were all too big for me. She must have swiped them from some hapless teenagers.
Even so, the bad lady looked pleased with her handiwork. She kept looking me up and down, her smile widening by the second. “Not bad. Not bad at all. I can already see what you’d look like a few years from now. ” Her words made me uncomfortable, but I didn’t dare to protest. I simply struggled with the oversized clothes as she made me change into a number of ensembles. When she was at last satisfied, she thankfully let me wear my own clothes again.
“I’ll alter these first to fit you, and then you can wear them,” she said as she stashed the larger clothes back into the bag. Then, she reached out and pinched my cheek again and even gave it a forceful wiggle.
I pursed my lips and touched my sore cheek. I missed Mommy more than ever. I wondered where she was now. No sooner had I thought that when the door suddenly burst open. Startled, the bad lady quickly gathered me into her arms, as though she was afraid that whoever had come would snatch me away.
A werewolf in a clown costume stood in the doorway.
However, my senses instantly perked up as I sensed something familiar from the clown.
The bad lady breathed a sigh of relief before impatiently clicking her tongue. “What do you think you’re doing here?” she demanded.
Crystal’s POV
I followed the pink-masked clown to their employee room and was greeted with the sight of Arron’s face as soon as I pushed the door open. I was ecstatic inside, but I didn’t dare show it on my face. I forcefully subdued my feelings and just stared at him blankly.
Arron looked unharmed and safe, but the she-wolfs lingering hand on his face made my stomach twist uncomfortably. “What are you staring at?” The pink- masked clown glared at me and placed the mask back on Arron’s face. Impatience laced her voice as she asked, “What the hell are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to leave?”
Arron also shifted his gaze to me. The mask was too big for the little boy, so it hung loose on his face. He had to use his hands to hold the small strings that dangled on both sides of his ears.
I remained quiet and began thinking about a strategy. The pink-masked clown’s hand remained on Arron’s neck, so I didn’t dare to use force, fearing she might hurt my boy.
“Why don’t you say anything?” the pink- masked clown asked in a louder voice, her impatience increasing, which left Arron startled.
I was enraged and distressed, and felt angrier at the pink-masked clown. I took two steps into the room. I couldn’t mimic another person’s voice, firstly because I had never learned the skill before, and secondly, because I couldn’t gauge the attitude of the clown toward the person I was pretending to be.
Perhaps because I was silent for a long time, the clown fell into deep thought. I didn’t know what was running through her mind. Suddenly, she dropped the pitch of her voice, and said in a sweet coquettish voice, “Oh, you’re upset. Are you angry with me because I haven’t let you be intimate with me in the past few days?”
I frowned. They had an ongoing sexual relationship, which made things simpler for me.
I pretended to be furious and turned my head away, thinking that when the clown wasn’t paying attention, I would grab the chance to snatch Arron away.
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