My Bad Princess's
Take me home

The pale face was still silent without saying anything as it felt something piercing its heart.

While the man did not say anything, he felt confident and did not feel the slightest bit if the woman under his body was currently in pain.

"Ukhs..."

Cyra whimpered, the pain getting worse. Her chest was like burning and heat which made her want to melt into ashes.

"Deliver,"

Said Cyra briefly who wanted to push the man but was so difficult.

His body was all lost power, he seemed to have no power and it made him hate that night.

The man looked like he was not moved at all and only held back his bite while sucking all the blood that was released by the girl who was under his cage.

Cyra was silent this time, he no longer moved much and let the man do what he wanted.

His grip began to feel weakened, his voice as if he could not get out.

"Sleep, dream where you want..."

The man's whisper was like saying a spell that slowly made the pretty eyes close.

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Cyra POV

The taste is strange, I feel tight but my breath comes out so smoothly.

"Cyra?"

"Miss Cyra!"

His voice called out to me, my body felt so light.

No burden or pain at all, I saw her. The middle-aged woman who ran over in a hurry.

"You walk barefoot again? What if there's a stone accidentally hit you?"

His gaze was so worried for me, I didn't know what he was thinking.

"Bi? Can I call you mom?"

My voice came out without me noticing, a silly question that I didn't want to start but came out just like that.

"May, right now, we're the only ones here? Later sister miss will come back and also sister miss is waiting inside." she replied with her friendly smile.

I was silent for some time, there were some things I couldn't understand behind his words.

"It's okay? Where's dad?" Again I asked like a curious child but I could not stop it.

"Dad? Miss miss your father? We'll come to her in the spring with flowers,"

Aunt answered me again, she said visiting with flowers in spring was like visiting someone's grave.

"Wedding?" ask me who is not finished.

"Who? You guys? You are still a little girl! Don't think like that!" he without furrowing his forehead in wonder while looking at me in confusion.

"Don't I have one? But I like it here." I'm confused but my smile lifts with its own.

He smiled, and my body felt so small.

The hug that was pulled was so warm that it made me unable to say anything more.

"You got everything you want? Whatever it is."

His whisper was like a spell to me and then patted me on the back gently.

It feels simple but why am I crying?

What's with these eyes that can't stop?

"God? Missy? You cried? Ow hell! See right?"

She nagged but still showed me how much she cared about me.

...

The man wiped away the tears that fell on the pale cheeks of the woman who was in front of him.

The white sheet was still covered with blood but now there was no visible scar.

"You miss your house? But what now?"

"I don't think I want to send you back" he whispered as he approached and made a tear from the girl who was under his illusory influence.