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Liam pulled out a dagger, and she screamed, “No! Stay away from me!”
He kneeled, and cut the ropes binding her. Seeing her cower in fear only fueled his rage further.
To think Arthur had been humiliated by such a cowardly creature!
Once the ropes were gone, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her roughly outside. The cold and the pain on her scalp were overwhelming, and she almost burst into tears.
Liam yanked her into the open, snow-covered ground, and flung her down forcefully.
Eighteen men lay in the snowy clearing. They had been stripped naked, and not a single piece of fabric covered them. Each of them were lying in their own pools of blood. Their severed manhoods lay nearby, also soaked in blood. They screamed in agony, writhing just as Arthur had. Unlike him, however, they couldn’t hold back their miserable screams.
Only after prolonged torture did Arthur finally scream.
The moment he did, everyone cheered. Destroying a man’s dignity proved to be a deeply satisfying experience.
Freya, unable to bear the sight, was terrified and tried to crawl away. But she was quickly grabbed by the hair and dragged back. Someone gripped her chin, forcing her to watch.
“Look closely,” a cold voice commanded. ‘See how you inflicted this brutality.”
Her jaw ached from the grip, and she struggled in vain. She had no choice but to witness the gruesome scene before her.
Many soldiers approached, unfastened their pants, and urinated on the eighteen men. In the freezing weather, the urine quickly turned to ice on their bodies. They were in unbearable pain, the cold and the injuries combining to make their suffering even worse. Their screams echoed across the hillside.
Freya’s body went limp. What had once been a satisfying sight now filled her with horror and pain.
“Are you them.
afraid? This is just the beginning.” Liam said, his voice as cold as the snow and ice around
Freya was in so much fear, her soul was close to leaving her body.
The Westhaven soldiers began to slash at her soldiers’ bodies with their swords. Each cut drew blood, which then froze in the cold. The pain from the cold didn’t numb them; it only worsened the agony. The Westhaven soldiers deliberately avoided vital areas, ensuring they would live but suffer immensely.
Freya didn’t want to look. She didn’t dare to look, but her chin was held tightly in place, and her shoulders were pinned down. She lacked even the strength to struggle. She was forced to watch helplessly as her cousin and soldiers endured the torment.
She trembled violently, knowing that she was next.
Sure enough, she was pushed to the ground with her limbs splayed out. Another group of men approached, undoing their pants and urinating on her. The foul-smelling liquid drenched her body. head, face, eyes, mouth, and nose, causing her to cough and choke.
She didn’t dare open her mouth to scream. She could only shake her head frantically, trying to fling off the foul liquid. But her mouth couldn’t stay shut because she wanted to vomit, and when she opened her mouth to retch, more urine poured in.
Freya struggled desperately, utterly humiliated.
Someone roughly yanked off her clothes, tore off her inner clothing, and pulled down her pants. She screamed in terror, thinking they intended to assault her.
But instead of violating her, they cut her. A sword sliced into the base of her thigh, and she felt warm blood gushing out.
However, it soon stopped. Someone took a dagger, and began carving words into her face.
She was held down, her eyes wide with terror. She could feel her blood flow with each cut, mingling with the searing pain and overwhelming shame.
Just when Freya thought they would continue to torment her, she was dragged back into the wooden hut along with everyone else.
A charcoal fire had been lit inside the wooden hut, providing a bit of warmth amidst the drafts. They all crawled towards the fire, seeking to fend off the cold and the pain.
Freya’s pants had been torn off, and the wound on her thigh prevented her from closing her legs. With the warmth in the room, the blood continued to flow slowly and pooled beneath her. Everyone was in such agony that no one paid attention to her. The hut was filled with nothing but the sound of pained groans.
Someone entered, and forced a bowl of medicine down her throat. The mixture of the medicine and the lingering stench of urine nearly made her vomit again.
She didn’t vomit, fearing they would urinate on her again. She felt that there was no chance of survival, since she was in Liam’s hands. If they gave her poison, it would at least grant her a quick death. She would accept that fate.
After Freya drank the medicine, Edmund entered and began beating her. He kicked and punched her, leaving her face and body covered in bruises and cuts. He didn’t use a knife, except on her face. She didn’t know what words they had carved into her face. But since she was going to die anyway, she didn’t care.
Lying on the ground, any movement sent waves of terrible pain through her body. She felt as though her internal organs were shifting. She thought about how Blake wouldn’t come to save her, and that she was going to die here.
To think that the first female general of Starhaven would die here like this-it was just too frustrating! Thinking about how Sophie would soon bask in glory, Freya felt a deep sense of dissatisfaction. Didn’t Sophie just have a better birth and a more privileged life? Well, Freya would have achieved great deeds long ago if she had such a background!
Meanwhile, on Rafael’s orders, Sophie led the Mystic Army and followed the retreating forces of Westhaven and Sandoria from a distance.
Blake followed closely behind her, and observed her on horseback. Hep upright and graceful silhouette, though slender, exuded an impressive energy. For a moment, he was lost in thought.
Violet and others also rode alongside Sophie. After the battle, they had returned to retrieve their horses and had brought Sophie’s mount, Lightning, as well.
They didn’t need to chase after their enemies. They simply needed to keep watch from afar to ensure that the retreating forces didn’t raid the nearby villages or slaughter civilians.
Meanwhile, Blake was searching for Freya. He was a little panicked, as Freya had gone after the enemy and hadn’t returned. He feared she had likely fallen into the hands of the Westhaven troops.
Among the large group of retreating Westhaven troops, neither Freya nor the other prisoners of war were seen.
As night fell and the last of the soldiers had withdrawn from Simonton City, Sophie and the others trailed the retreating forces for a while longer. Once they confirmed the enemy troops didn’t hide in the nearby mountains but were truly heading back to Sandoria, she ordered them to stop tracking.
Violet was still worried. “I’m afraid they might turn around and attack us.”
Sophie shook her head. “They won’t.”
If that were the case, Rafael wouldn’t have allowed her to monitor their retreat with the Mystic Army.
“Why v wouldn’t they?” Violet asked, pulling on the reins. “We have only twenty thousand men, while they have hundreds of thousands. They could easily overwhelm us if they wanted to.”
Sophie merely smiled, offering no answer to the question.
In reality, Sophie was right-there was no need to worry. Sandoria had lost their fighting spirit, and Westhaven was indifferent to their plight. Westhaven had achieved its objective, and Victor wouldn’t naively think that Westhaven would lend a hand if they decided to retaliate.
Since Westhaven had met its goals, they wouldn’t risk their own soldiers.
Moreover, this was war. If Liam truly wanted to intervene, he wouldn’t be disguising an invasion himself as a Westhaven soldier. Though such disguises might fool no one, their denial meant there was no party with a vested interest to investigate further.
To other kingdoms, Westhaven’s reputation remained untarnished.
As Sophie and the others watched the last of the Sandoria and Westhaven troops withdraw from Simonton City and head towards Sandoria, Sophie received orders from Rafael to halt their advance and wait in the surrounding field.
The temperature was frigid, and piles of campfires blazed to provide warmth. The generals and soldiers huddled around the fires.