Louisa's POV
"Leo, Doctor Jafar needs to concentrate on doing the operation." I frowned and said, "Could you go sit next to the entrance of the tent and be vigilant? We don't want any bad people to come into the tent."
"OK!" Leo skipped and hopped all the way towards the entrance of the tent. Then, he bumped into a man.
"Lucas!" Leo jumped up and exclaimed.
I saw Lucas picking Leo up like a little cub and holding him up in the air.
"Man, what did they feed you in Festung Camp? You've grown up like a little calf!" Lucas said.
Leo giggled and waved his arms.
Lucas put him back on the floor and asked, "What are you doing here, little man?"
Leo said, "Louisa asked me to stay here and stop bad people from getting into the tent."
Lucas asked, "Do I look like a bad person to you?"
Leo thought for a brief moment and said, "If you want to hurt Louisa, I can't let you go inside."
Lucas laughed and stroked his hair, "What's the matter, little buddy? Where's your brother now?"
Leo immediately shook his head and said, "He doesn't want to talk to you. He's still mad at you. He's with Gianna now."
Lucas looked a bit upset. Then, he cracked a big smile on his face and said, "OK, I understand. But if you see him, can you tell him that I need him to come to my tent first thing in the morning?"
Leo nodded and frowned, "Are you going to hurt Louisa?"
"No. I'm just going to talk to her." Lucas grinned and said.
Leo looked reluctant and said, "But she's busy helping the doctor to have an operation on the druid."
"She's not helping anyone tonight except me," Lucas said, rubbing his hands together while walking towards me.
I instantly knew he wanted to take me to his tent and have sex with me again, so I took up a knife from Jafar's medical box and said, "Don't come any closer! We're trying to save this person's life!"
Lucas took a glance at the traveling druid on the bed.
The druid had already regained consciousness, but he was heavily sedated.
As soon as he saw Lucas' face, he opened his mouth as if he recognized him.
Then, he shouted with tremendous fear, "You! It's you! You're..."
He couldn't continue his speech, because Lucas had already grabbed his throat.
"No, Lucas! Stop!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
But before I could finish my words, the druid's throat had already been slashed open.
Blood sprout out of his neck like a fountain and splashed everywhere in the tent.
Soaked in blood, Lucas turned back, looked at me, and said, "Voilà! No patient for tonight. Let's go."
Then, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me up. The knife in my hand dropped to the floor because of the pain.
"Let go of me, you cold-blooded murderer!" I shouted and kicked at him.
"That's not fucking possible," Lucas said.
Then, he carried me over his shoulder like a bag and walked out of the tent.
"Go help the doctor to clean his tent, Leo. Then go back to your brother's tent," Lucas said without looking back. "Tell your brother that if I wake up tomorrow morning and don't see his face, I'll fucking lose shit and I don't know what am I going to do during tomorrow's conference."
I struggled, punched, and pushed, but nothing that I did could let Lucas put me down.
Eventually, I gave up and cried out, "Why did you do that?! Why did you kill that druid?! He was a living creature! Maybe he had got family, friends, and kids at home, waiting for him to go back..."
"He didn't have shit. He was a brain-dead inferior creature that should never have shown his fucking face on the mainland. Druids are plagues with pointy ears and short-ass legs, walking around like fucking boars while spreading diseases," Lucas said.
"Whatever you've just said is your biased judgment! Even if it was true, that still doesn't mean that you have the right to take away his life!"
"That mother fucker tried to ambush me and kidnapped my brother's wife!" Lucas walked into his tent, threw me on his bed, and shouted.
"You don't have any proof it was him! In the South, we have laws and orders! Whoever did bad things in their lives will be captured, trialed, and sentenced before they are put to prison or hanged! Nobody will have anyone's throat slashed like that! He couldn't breathe and he was choking on his own blood to death! Do you know how painful that feels?! I mean, why can't he be more like an ordinary person? What on earth is wrong with you?!" I raised my voice.
I was fed up with his arbitrary and senseless cruelty. This kind of behavior had to be put to an end.
Lucas was like a bear with a sore head. He looked as if he was about to explode.
He pulled me up from the bed and held my shoulders. He stared at me with blood dripping down his face and volcanic flame coming out of his eyes.
"Who the fuck do you think you are to talk to me like this?! I'm not a fucking ordinary person and there's nothing fucking wrong with me! I am fucking law! I am fucking order! I do whatever I want to do without anyone's permission. I strangle all the men and rape their wives. I burn down their fucking houses while their children are locked inside! What the fuck can you do about it, she-wolf?! What the fuck can you do other than pleading and begging for your life underneath my body?! I fucking branded you and you're my fucking property! And you went out there, dressing up like a whore, and fucking kissed that fucking gigolo, just because he had set up some fucking firework for you?!"
"Damn you, Lucas! Damn you and all your brutal criminal deeds! I kissed him because when he looked at me, I felt really being seen! He treats me like a little girl, not a toy that can be thrown away every time after usage! You heartless, ruthless, big idiot! Every time you have sex with other people, I felt excruciating pain in my heart! Do you know how painful it is?! I could have taken off the ring, so you could feel the pain that I felt. But I didn't. I didn't take it off couldn't bear the thought that you might get hurt! I've done everything for you! I've become taller and stronger, but apparently, I'm just not good enough for you! You're still going to get married to another girl and keep having sex with other people. But what about me, Lucas? What about how I feel?! What about me...?!" I couldn't continue, because I choked on my own tears.
My whole body was trembling and I was too infuriated to breathe properly. I could feel the air kept getting out of my chest, but nothing got inside.
In despair, I pulled off the ring from my neck and threw it on the floor.
Feel it. Asshole. I thought to myself before passing out. That's what heartbroken feels like.