Chapter 19 {Bad Child}

"This old hag will die if you don't remove your clothes. I swear, even if it means on this man's lifeless body, you will be left naked. So it's better to strip now rather than pretending you won't do it, because in the end, you will," Alice kicked the old guard once more and exclaimed,"Now it's up to you,"

“Please…”, she tried to beg.

"Either you choose to be naked, or I will tear every piece of clothing from your body. It would be best if this old hag, who dared to come too close to you, met his demise first, and then I'll deal with you," Alice cut her off .

Alisha trembled in fear and spoke through tears, "How can you kill him? You can't just take someone's life. It's a crime."

Alice laughed and replied, "You're naive to think I won't do it. I will, regardless of how much of a crime it may seem to you."

“Please, it's cold, and it's improper to remove one's clothes," Alisha's tears flowed even more.

"You're going to do it now, or I'll make you. I will never go back on my word, Angel."

Alisha knew she had no choice. She couldn't let this kind old man die.

"How am I supposed to do it? I'm tied up here."

"Now, come on. I'm running out of patience, baby," Alice sighed, approached her, and untied her.

Alisha glanced at the old guard, lying on the ground, blood trickling from his mouth, and writhing in pain. She could see his suffering and reluctantly began undressing.

Alice's anger flared up when he saw her comply.

He slapped her forcefully, causing her to fall to the ground,"How dare you? How dare you undress in front of another man? Or should I say, for another man?"

His eyes burned with anger, enraged by the fact that she was willing to undress for a man she had just met. He despised the idea and felt like a volcano about to erupt.

Alisha lay on the ground, her cheeks bruised and bleeding from the impact of the slap. She cried harder, feeling the pain of the second slap.

Alisha's breathing became heavier, as if she were about to have another asthma attack.

"Don't you dare do this, Angel! Take deep breaths now, or I'll stop this old man's breath right in front of you."

Alisha trembled even more, terrified by his tone and anger.

Overwhelmed with fear and anxiety, unable to control her emotions.

She tried to control her breathing and, in a broken voice, pleaded, "I can't, please."

"You will do it, Angel. I hate repeating myself, so you better do as I say, or be prepared to face the consequences."

Alisha struggled to catch her breath, feeling both pain and fear for the old man's life. She couldn't comprehend what Alice intended to do with her, but her mind was solely focused on saving the old man. What if she shot him too, just as he had done to her pet dog?

She had never encountered such a wicked person before.

"So, Angel, how dare you undress or even think about undressing in front of another man? Answer me, damn it!"

Alisha, still crying, replied, "You told me to do it, even though I refused."

"Don't play games with me, Angel. Even if I told you to undress in front of this scoundrel, how dare you think you can do anything for another man?," he spoke angrily.

"I can't let him die," she pleaded.

"You know what, Angel? He's surely going to meet his ancestors today."

Confused, Alisha asked innocently, "Why is he going to meet his ancestors? His ancestors are still alive?"

"You're so innocent, Angel. No, his ancestors are not alive, but he's going to die and join them."

Alisha gasped, realising what Alice meant by "meeting his ancestors."

"Please don't kill him. You've already taken away my luck. Please don't do this," she begged.

Alice stopped laughing and commanded, "Stand up, Angel."