The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 320: Child’s play

Can the devil ever bring good news? All the girls doubted this possibility.

The cellar barely had any sunlight during the day due to how buried it was. There were small holes too small to be called a window at the top on the high walls that let in slanting sun rays into this dark cellar that needed torches to be lit during the day.

Penny walked to the middle of the cellar, her eyes darting around every girl, taking in their reaction. She put her hands together and then started to talk in a sing-song voice.

"My dear fine ladies, I am sure most of you know what time of the year we have gotten to once again. In a few days, we will be hosting a fun game of hide and seek. For an entire night, you will be allowed to see the outside. Isn’t that fun?" She chimed, a wide grin on her face. All the girls’ faces were dead and pale hearing her. It even made her more elated to know that they were all informed.

No one was going to do anything stupid. "This is the part where you are meant to clap your hands." She chimed. Jake groaned; he was a monster with his large build. Abrielle could not help but imagine how Camilla wasn’t scared of him crushing her while they were doing their business.

The girls all started to clap their hands reluctantly. It was obvious they lacked the enthusiasm she had expected from them; she didn’t care, regardless.

"So to prepare for the night, that morning, you will all be having the princess treatment, a proper hot bathtub, scented oils, and hair treatment. You get to choose a dress of your choice and a grand lunch. I know you must all be excited." Penny was super excited about culling. Why won’t she when they made a fortune during each one?

Before, it was held once a year, but due to the fortune it was bringing in, they had to make it twice a year.

"I guess you have no questions then but before I leave. I heard whispers that someone had been loitering around the mansion. Just don’t do anything stupid. See you around girls." She chimed then glanced at Jake. Her heels clicked as she made her way out of the room towards the door

Jake didn’t leave immediately. His eyes slowly marked them, but they lingered a bit longer on Abrielle compared to the others. The princess didn’t like the feeling

The door banged against the wall, and finally, they left. Everyone was finally relieved as soon as they were gone but one thought lingered. Camilla has to carry out her part of the plan.

The day was over, the temperature dropped towards the night. Soon, the bell rang. It was feeding time. Tonight was different, Jake was the one that brought the food. It was a duty underneath him but he still did it.

The bells rang as he pushed the trolley towards the centre. The girls acted the same way they did, rushing to get their food. There was nothing off.

The scraps of bread and bland soup were served. The same as every day, Abrielle was getting sick of it, but they didn’t have a choice. She had to eat. The Princess got up and then walked to the bars to grab her portion before going back to sit by Abigail as they ate together

Betty stared at the bread in her hands; she always did this every day. Abrielle guessed she was reminded of her sister’s Hope. "You know I can help you get something worthy of your palette, princess," Jake mentioned, standing close to Abrielle’s cell, and she almost choked.

Heather’s and Camilla’s eyes were on Jake. When Camilla mentioned that he might have an interest in Abrielle, it was a joke that even Camilla did not take seriously, but this spoke miles that Camilla was right.

"The only ones worth my palette are meals eaten next to my husband." Abrielle sneered, she never enjoyed eating with Cedric. He was too domineering, and it made her nervous, afraid of doing something that might offend him. She understood what Jake meant and just wanted to piss him off.

"Jeez, you don’t have to go that far, princess. I know it’s hell here. Crappy food, cold cell and stinky roommates. Just a night, and you will get to enjoy a warm bath and the best food you can get here, the type reserved for the highest customers." Jake pushed on, his eyes were on her. He had seen her without any clothes before. Had imagined running his hands on her succulent skin to help himself get undone multiple times.

He wanted it bad. He wanted her badly. How beautiful it would be to have a princess grind and moan under him. She was already the highest sought out good. It turns out her husband has too many enemies who are already fantasizing about driving his wife crazy to please themselves, but unfortunately, someone already has her.

She wasn’t going to stay here long as her owner would come after the culling to take her to whatever sick hell, but before that, Jake had to stick himself into her. If he didn’t now, he would never have the chance to.

"A night doing what?" Abrielle asked sounding oblivious. Jake thought she was playing the hard-to-get game. After all, none of these sluts would say no to a good bath and food.

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"A night I make you live all your fantasies. Just imagine what I can do with this. I am sure you haven’t seen one bigger." He moved closer to her cell and then unbuttoned his trousers before bringing out his priced member. Only the goddess knows how many girls he had raped with it or the number of infections it carried.

He was larger than most men being a big guy but not terrifying. Abrielle wasn’t the least impressed seeing it. She rolled her eyes and then turned away to bite her bread. Gasps rang in the cell. Most of the girls were impressed by Jake’s size, and the little ones like Abigail were scarred for life. It wasn’t the first time anyone here had seen that part of a man.

They were slaves. Abrielle laughed at how smug he was. "You think that impresses me. My husband was far larger and I even felt him in me when he wasn’t. I am not interested in your child’s play." She chimed. She wasn’t lying in the smallest bit, Cedric’s size was terrifying. She couldn’t even take him in completely.