Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Rive struggled frantically like a lamb to the slaughter, his arms held by Samira's iron grip and bound behind his back, his mouth gagged with a handkerchief, unable to make a sound.

Samira shoved Rivi to the end of the alley to a manhole cover.

She expertly moved the manhole cover, kicked Levi down into it, then jumped down herself, pulled Levi up, and pushed him forward.

A putrid stench permeated the sewers, so thick it seemed almost tangible, lingering in the darkness. It was pitch black, but Levi, with his assassin's night vision, could still make out the general layout—a wide, murky ditch in the center, its water dark and unfathomable, as if concealing something indescribable. On either side of the ditch were narrow passages, barely wide enough for two people to walk side-by-side. Rats and wild dogs darted about in the shadows, splashing up the murky water, adding an eerie liveliness to the otherwise desolate place.

Revi walked silently ahead, and if he slowed down even slightly, Samira would shove him hard. Before long, he reached a crossroads.

Samira gestured for him to head towards a crossroads. This direction was uphill. After walking for a while, the sewage gradually disappeared, leaving only the dry bottom of the ditch. Some rotten things, unrecognizable from their original form, clung to the bottom of the ditch, proclaiming the lingering power of the previous floods.

To Reeve’s surprise, as the amount of sewage decreased, the stench in the air grew stronger, mixed with a strange smell, and the temperature seemed to rise as well.

After walking for a while, Levi finally realized that it wasn't the temperature that was rising, but rather his body that was gradually becoming hot. The black mark on his chest was also faintly burning, bringing waves of stinging pain.

"Strange, I haven't been stimulated in that way, so why am I having this reaction..."

Reeve noticed that not only him, but also Samira behind him was breathing rapidly, panting heavily. Miraculously, a few lush green shoots had sprouted in the dim sewer, seemingly indicating the unusual vitality of this area.

Finally, after turning another corner, an overwhelming stench of decay hit them, causing Rivi to gag uncontrollably.

He forced himself to lift his head and surveyed his surroundings: ahead was a passage no more than ten meters long, at the end of which hung a ladder leading to a higher place; a recessed space on one side of the passage, where swarms of flies buzzed incessantly in the dim light—this was the source of the stench.

Even though he had already anticipated it, when Revi was shoved by Samira through the recessed space, the horrifying scene and the overwhelming stench still made his stomach churn and he almost vomit.

They were piles of rotting corpses, some still recognizable as human, others highly decomposed, just clumps of rotten flesh covering white bones. The corpses were entwined by vines covered with disgusting, wet tumors, some of which had blossomed into flower buds with open mouths and pus.

Samira paused for a few seconds, admiring the work as if it were a masterpiece, a look of rapture on her face amidst the stench of decay.

Without a doubt, these were all her sacrifices.

"Don't worry, you will soon join them and become nourishment for the great master."

Samira laughed fervently, her eyes filled with devotion to her great master.

Reeve's disgust was beyond measure. He wanted nothing more than to break free of his restraints and pull out his pistol to fight Samira to the death, but his remaining rationality told him to stay calm and not ruin the whole plan because of a momentary impulse.

He forcibly suppressed his anger, his eyes revealing despair and terror.

Samira was pleased with his reaction. She flexed her muscles and, like a strong gorilla, hoisted Levi onto her shoulder and climbed the suspension ladder.

After opening the manhole cover, the two entered a cold, dark basement.

Samira continued carrying Revi, climbing the hidden and narrow three-story staircase, pushing open a secret door, and entering a storage room. Inside was a large trunk, the very one Revi had used as a stepping stone when they first met.

Reeve knew that Pinkie Pie was inside.

Chapter 25 Kill

Samira opened the box and dragged out the barely alive Peach.

Her breath was very weak, and her eyes looked helplessly at Samira, filled with sorrow.

Samira laughed mockingly:

"Beckie, it seems you'll have to make room for your girlfriends. Let me take you to a place that's more suitable for you."

With that, Samira tossed Rivi into the box and locked it up with a click.

Faintly, one could hear Pinkie Pie's struggling sobs coming from outside.

As soon as he was locked in the box, Levi quickly pinched the rope binding his hands with his fingertips and began to rub it against the rope little by little. The rope was extremely strong, enough to bind a strong adult male, but given enough time, given Levi's current physique, he could wear it down little by little.

Although Samira will not offer sacrifices until late at night, she may very well 'enjoy' Rivi beforehand. She is a person who indulges her desires, and it would not be surprising if she did anything to the sacrifice.

At that time, Rivi's true gender will surely be exposed, and he will be forced to face the wrath of Samira.

To prevent this, Reeves would rub against the rope as much as possible, keeping himself in a state where he could break free at any moment. At the same time, Rowling was also closely watching Samira's actions. If she sensed that Samira was about to attack Reeves, she would find an excuse to go up and report something, trying to delay Samira's attack until the time of the sacrifice.

A few minutes later, Samira returned from the basement.

She first took a shower in the bathroom to make herself clean and tidy, and then sprayed on some strong perfume, exuding a hormonal aura like a female beast.

The thought of the sacrificial ceremony that night filled her with excitement. She couldn't wait to receive the great master's blessing and enjoy her perverse desire to torture 'Liviel'.

She couldn't help but want to have some appetizers first, to let the desire continue from now until late at night. That would be wonderful, but she wondered if 'Liviel's' body could handle it.

After some hesitation, Samira decided to use 'Livia' gently first, to ensure she could live until the time for the sacrifice.

She looked at the box and a cruel, excited smile appeared on her face.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Madam, it's me, Rowling."

Distracted, Samira asked somewhat impatiently:

"what's up?"

"I have a lot to report to you. This month's turnover is down by 10%, counterfeit alcohol was discovered in the smuggled liquor from outside the city, and someone from the hospital has contacted us wanting to discuss some collaborative projects..."

……

Late at night, a slightly tired Samira lay on a chair, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

Rowling finally quieted down and stopped bringing her those tedious tasks. It has to be said that sometimes being too loyal is also a drawback.

She turned on the gramophone and played Dorothy's "Backlund Nights." The languid melody filled the room, and the scent of essential oils slowly permeated the air. Samira gradually regained her interest, and her eyes were filled with fiery desire once again.

She lit a thick cigar, then poured some liquid into the "blood goblet," slowly swirling it as she waited for the liquid to turn a vibrant blood red.

Samira took a small sip of the blood-red liquid in her goblet. A moment later, her eyes turned crimson, her thick lips bared long fangs, and tufts of hair sprouted from her face and body.

"hehe……"

Samira breathed heavily, her pain and desire intensified compared to the previous night due to the delayed sacrifice.

She eagerly placed three candles on the table and sprinkled some essential oil and rose petals on them.

Then, she looked at the huge locked box and revealed a smile full of evil and desire.

Samira slowly opened the box, revealing Rivi's pitiful face, his expression full of fear, which made one want to examine it closely.

"My delicious little cakes, thank you for waiting."

Samira smiled wickedly and pulled the handkerchief from Rivi's mouth. It was her habit; for Samira, listening to the desperate screams of her prey was a wonderful pleasure.

"Madam, I don't want my freedom anymore! I'm willing to continue earning money for you. Please, spare me!"

Revi cried out in a sob, his pitiful appearance further arousing Samira's bestial nature.

She bared her fangs from her lips, panting heavily like a real gray wolf, and pounced, tearing at Rivi's clothes. Soon, Rivi was left only with his close-fitting blouse, revealing his fair skin. Upon closer inspection, his physique would reveal him to be male, but under the influence of vanity, Samira, who had lost part of her reason, did not notice anything amiss.

Revi let out a heart-wrenching scream. Although Samira's room was well soundproofed, Lorraine, as a Sequence 9 prisoner, had excellent hearing. She had been lying in ambush nearby and keenly caught the signal Revi gave. She tensed up and gripped her revolver tightly with both hands.

Samira did not rush to enjoy Rivi, but slowly pulled out the female statue.

Unlike last night, it was not covered by a membrane this time, but was directly bathed in Samira's bodily fluids, making it appear even more eerie and alluring.

Samira reverently placed the wet female statue in the center of the three candles, then turned to look at Rivi with a lewd smile.

She lunged forward and ripped off Reeves's smock.

"Now!"

With a sudden burst of strength, Levi broke free of the tattered hemp rope he had worn through. At the same time, he leaned back, and using the recoil, Samira easily ripped off the blouse that was sewn to her skin. Blood and cotton splattered out, obscuring Samira's vision.

Samira was stunned for half a second.

In that half-second, Reeves grabbed the broken revolver from the two clumps of cotton with both hands.

Samira had recovered from her initial shock and reacted quickly, her sharp fingers reaching for Rivi's neck.

Revi didn't have time to aim at Samira's head; he pulled the trigger the instant his finger touched it.

Bang bang bang!

Both revolvers simultaneously spewed flames, shattering the stillness of the night. Silver bullets pierced Samira's body, tearing out large cavities.

At the same time, Rowling kicked open the door, leaped into the room, quickly located Samira, and unleashed her firepower without mercy.

Four revolvers fired 24 bullets in the shortest amount of time, instantly riddling Samira with bullets. Even as a Sequence 8 madwoman, even with her body transformed into a werewolf, Samira could not withstand so many extraordinary bullets. Like a long-decayed scarecrow, she swayed for a few seconds before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

"It's over? It's that simple?"

Blood was gushing from Levi's chest, and he felt a mix of nervous excitement and trepidation.

Chapter 26 Anomaly

Hurried footsteps echoed in the stairwell outside; the thugs, having heard the gunshots, were rushing towards the building.

Reeves and Rowling exchanged a glance, and the two quickly retreated according to their original plan. Reeves pushed open the window and jumped into the shadows, while Rowling quickly hid in the next room.

When the thugs rushed in, Rowling also hurriedly arrived, exclaiming in surprise:

"What happened? Madam! Madam! What's wrong?!"

The thugs stared in disbelief at the scene before them: Samira, the ruler of the Kingfisher Bar, a key figure in the Hyena Gang, and the respected "Red Lady," lay in a pool of blood, her body riddled with bullet holes, her eyes wide open in death, yet utterly lifeless.

Rowling immediately shouted:

"An assassin has infiltrated! You all go and search for the infiltrator, I'll stay and watch over the lady!"

"it is good!"

The thugs responded and turned to leave Samira's room.

Just then, with a loud "bang," the window was suddenly flung open by a strong gust of air, causing a sudden change in the indoor air pressure and a drop in temperature.

The thugs stopped in their tracks, exchanging bewildered glances, unsure of what was happening. Rowling, sensing an impending crisis, anxiously scanned every corner of the room.

After looking around, her gaze fell on the female statue placed between three candles.

The statue stood there silently, enveloped in a slimy, sticky substance, all of which came from Samira.

The statue looked nothing unusual, yet it seemed to exude an eerie aura.

At that moment, in the shadows outside the window, Rivi stared intently at the female statue.

This statue is exactly the same as the one Jason stole from the Hyenas!

However, it lacked a thin membrane, was covered in mucus, and was exposed to the air filled with the scent of essential oils and roses…

Suddenly, the slime covering the statue began to evaporate rapidly, turning into a misty white stream that surged upwards, filling the room with a foul stench.

At the same time, the temperature in the room dropped further, but everyone felt unbearably hot.

The thugs looked at Rowling with greedy eyes, and Rowling's eyes also became moist, her heart surging with unbearable excitement.

Outside the window, a piercing pain shot through Levi's chest, more intense than when he faced Emily that night, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. The pain felt as if it were piercing his chest and heading straight for his heart.

In the midst of this intense pain, he seemed to enter a trance-like state, seeing the statue's eyes gradually become clear, carrying a bewitching smile, transforming into a charming woman surrounded by flowers and green leaves, slowly walking towards him.

However, before he could see anything more, a sticky sound pulled him back to reality.

Reeve looked in surprise toward the sound and saw Samira lying on the ground being slowly entangled by vines. Dark yellow pus flowed from various wounds, piling up into tumors.

The tumor continued to grow at a visible rate, forming dense bumps on her body surface, a sight that made one's scalp crawl.

Bang! At the same time, all the tumors burst open, turning into flower buds spraying mucus. A large amount of gas, a mixture of foul stench and strange fragrance, was released simultaneously, plunging the people in the room into even deeper desire. The thugs and Rowling were already somewhat delirious; they trembled as they approached each other, trying to satisfy their lustful desires with their bodies.

Only Revi remained conscious despite the excruciating pain in his chest.

He stared intently at Samira—

As the flower buds bloomed, Samira, who had already collapsed, opened her eyes.

Her body rapidly transformed into a writhing mass, like organic matter rotting together with trees and flowers. This mass of organic matter piled up and reformed, slowly coalescing into a shape over a meter tall. Samira's head merged into the organic matter and then emerged from the top, her wide-open eyes revealing a blank expression.

The next second, those eyes regained the desire and fervor they had in life.

"hehe……"

The monster made of Samira let out heavy, panting breaths, and wriggling vines reached towards Rowling and the thugs inside the house.

As if summoned, the delirious Rowling and her henchmen abandoned each other and staggered toward Samira, their eyes filled with greedy desire.

"Come on... come on..."

Samira's ugly body emitted seductive and alluring sounds, much like Dorothy's "Backlund Nights".

"Let's have a child together..."

Despite his nausea, Levi loaded his revolver with bullets.

After Samira turned into a monster, just looking at her would instill a strange fear in Levi, and dense fleshy buds would grow on his body, making him look like he was about to be assimilated.

Having just entered the extraordinary world, he knew that some things could be corrupted simply by seeing them.