Chapter 169 - Everything I do, I do For You
"Delice--" Laura reached out to her. Delice tried to escape her grip but she wasn't fast enough, neither was she stronger than Laura.
In no time, Laura had her hand around Delice's neck, pinning her against the wall.
"You will listen to me."
"I only ever listen to you."
"And you will listen again."
"Fuck!" That was Oliver, still at the mercy of the sex toy and the bondage Laura had put him in.
"What did you do to him?" Delice asked with polite disgust.
"He is fine, just on some sexual enhancement herbs I made."
"I am so sorry, you are putting that to waste at the moment. Permit me to excuse you." As gentle and polite as Delice's words sounded, the anger in them was not hidden.
"You will stay and you will listen."
"What other thing have you lied to me about? The extract? Is it Volakys'? Your brother was right, wasn't he? I am so stupid, I let my trust in you blind me. I am such a fool."
"Don't say that."
"It is true. I am a fool!" The sharpness and anger in her voice stunned even her, so much that she had to pause. "You lied to my face that he was dead and you made me feel like I was losing my mind."
"I did it for you, I did it all for you, to protect you because I know that your mind is fragile and cannot handle the technicalities of our new plan."
"So Riza was right."
"She was. They died for our new way, their death will not go to waste. If only she had kept her lips sealed till the end, she would have been of more use. We would have made a Volaky out of her."
Delice frowned. "So you will take us back to the Dark Times with the creation of the Volakys?"
"Of course not! This is different. They will be under my mother's command, they will never harm us."
Doubt glimmered in Delice's eyes, and Laura felt the need to get rid of that.
"This is the only thing that can kill the King. I don't want it either, but it is a necessary risk, or we will have a bigger problem on our hands. If the King should lose to the darkness, which will definitely happen, he will be a soul-seizing monster. Mindless, death upon his own self. You have sacrificed so much to be perfect for him because you love him. You will not ruin this, just now when everything is about to be the way they should."
Then she wiped away Delice's tears, whose focus was on Oliver, who was now straining against the chains more than he had been before. His eyes were rolled back, he twisted and turned, his moans filling the background.
"You held his corpse."
"I have a way of making dead things look alive and living things, dead."
"Why?" Finally, Delice looked back at her. "Why did you---?"
"I did it for you, to protect you. Everything I do, Delice, is for you."
She pulled her into embrace and the tears rolled down Delice's cheeks.
"You do everything for me."
Laura said more convincing words to her, and Delice echoed them, her gaze fixed on Oliver - the one who should be dead, as he tumbled into, yet again, another orgasm.
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It was daybreak and Delice was at Nicholas' door, her gentle and desperate knock demanding a response.
The door creaked open, and a Nicholas with bloodshot eyes, wet eyelashes, and the salty smell of tears responded to her.
He seemed worried that she was at his door though.
What could be the problem?
"Are you alright? What do you need me for?" His voice sounded very tired, just as tired and worn down by problems as Delice was.
The words Laura had said kept playing in her head.
'I have a way of making dead things look alive and living things, dead.'
Then her mind went back to the grave of her Medallion, the empty grave. Laura had told her that her son was dead, Laura had been the one to declare the death of her child just as she had done for Oliver.
It made no sense that she was here because Laura had told her that her child was a son, but it was obvious that Laura would tell her lies to protect her.
What if the child had been a daughter? What if she had lived? What if she was Mira?
That would still not make sense because Mira was about seven and if her child had lived, he... or she would be ten years and some months old.
But here she was, trying to figure things out at Doctor Nicholas's door because she had now discovered that the love Laura claimed to have for, her was measured by a different standard.
Somewhere in her heart, a very deep part of her heart, she hoped that her suspicion would not be true.
It would break her if Laura had lied to her about her child's death, it would destroy her more than she could bear.
Wait.
What was she doing here?
Laura would never lie about something like that. There was no way she could have watched her grieve for ten years over a death that never happened, there was no way she would have watched her suffer that much.
Laura knew how much her Medallion meant to her. There was no way she would have been that wicked.
Laura--- she--- Laura loved her. To watch someone suffer like that would not be love, it would be evil.
Laura wasn't evil. Just because she kept Oliver a secret and the Volakys, doesn't mean---
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come--" she started turning to leave but Nicholas's voice stopped her.
"You are right where you have to be. Tell me why you have come."
Laura wasn't evil. Her mind repeated to her over and over again, as she shook her head, replaying in her mind everything she had discovered between the last few hours.
Laura loved her. That, she was sure of. Yet, words slipped from her lips and her eyes welled up with tears.
"Doctor. I am so sorry for disturbing your peace this early but," her eyes were so blank, and a shadow of a polite smile graced her lips, her voice sounding broken beyond repairs. "I need your help."
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