Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy

He stormed out of his chambers, his heart filled with rage and fear. In his anger he had forgotten that he had made Qie Xieling drink his blood in a blood ritual and he could find him anywhere in the world. As his heavy footsteps echoed, he caught sight of Jolie.

Sensing the gravity of his emotions, Jolie raised her hand as she took a step back. Memories of being strangled by this guy were still fresh in her mind. "Use your words not hands otherwise I will call Eling," she said and like a restrained bull dog, his steps slowed.

Her magic spells ready she braced herself for the storm that was about to engulf them. She knew what this guy was capable of, hence she had to handle the situation with utmost care.

With a voice filled with anger he said, "Where is he?"

Jolie was confused for a moment. "Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You did spend the entire night together after all?"

She wanted to mock him further like saying that maybe Qie Xieling discovered how painful it was the first time doing it that he ran off in fear. But when she saw the sense of loss in King Luo’s eyes she knew something was very wrong.

She subconsciously asked, "Where is he? He was your responsibility." Her heart dropped into an icy pool, fearing the worst.

"If anything happens to him. I swear I will make your life a living hell," threatened Jolie, her voice quivering with anger and anxiety. Her protective instincts kicked in immediately. If anything happened to that little cutie she would delete herself into nonexistence.

She tapped into her AI consciousness, unleashing her power to scour every corner of the palace for any trace of Qie Xieling. The longer she couldn’t see his figure the greater her anxiety.

"He is not in the palace," she confirmed, her body trembling with a mix of fury and worry.

Meanwhile, Yunning, feigning innocence, played her part perfectly. With false concern etched on her face, she tried to calm King Luo, desperately attempting to divert his attention. However, her efforts were in vain. King Luo’s eyes burned with an intensity that reflected his anger.

"Who?" King Luo’s roar reverberated through the corridor, his eyes blazing like pools of blood. The question hung heavy in the air, his voice filled with anguish and a menacing air.

"Who else. You better fuckin pray he is unharmed," replied Jolie as she poked at the system.

’Where is he?’ she asked her voice tyrannical. The system trembled hearing that voice that it almost cried.

***

Qie Xieling’s eyelids fluttered as he slowly regained consciousness. The pale light of the morning sun barely penetrated the thick, heavy curtains, casting an eerie glow on the opulent surroundings. Through the haze of confusion, he attempted to orient himself, but the unfamiliarity of the room only deepened his disorientation.

The sight of cold, stone walls greeted him, their rough edges casting ominous shadows across the dimly lit space. An icy draft snaked its way through the room, causing goosebumps to appear on Qie Xieling’s skin, despite his struggling to remember how he had ended up in this desolate place. Panic began to rise and quicken his heartbeat as he realised he could barely move an inch.

His eyes widened with terror as he discovered thick iron chains wrapped tightly around his wrists and ankles, keeping him restrained to the bed. The clanking sounds reverberated in the air, punctuating the alarming silence that hung in the room. Fear surged through every fiber of his being as he desperately attempted to break free, his struggles futile against the unyielding bondage.

Just as he desperately called out to the system, a figure emerged from the shadowy corners of the chambers. It was Loviator herself, her presence sending a chill down Qie Xieling’s spine. She glided forward with grace, her revealing white silk gown decorated with silver chains she had changed into whispering against the cold stone floor.

Every step she took toward him felt like an eternity, and Qie Xieling could barely tear his gaze away from her dark, malevolent eyes. A wicked smile curled upon her lips, revealing a glimpse of her insidious intent. She delighted in the fear that etched itself across Qie Xieling’s face, for she knew that it was the precursor to his agony.

As she drew nearer, Qie Xieling’s mind raced, desperately searching for any semblance of a plan or escape route. But his thoughts were drowned out by his racing heart, each beat echoing with the fear that consumed him. He knew this vile woman had no intentions of freeing him; instead, her purpose was far more sinister.

She paused, her eyes glinting with a sadistic pleasure. "My my," she hissed, her voice dripping with malevolence. "How delightful it is to see your tortured expression, Eling. I cannot wait to feast upon your heart. It has been far too long since I last tasted such delicacies."

Qie Xieling, "..."

His breath caught in his throat, his mind reeling even further. He was trapped, helpless against the wicked plans of this vengeful being.

Sweat trickled down his forehead as the realisation settled upon him he was at her mercy. He had to find a way to buy time.

"Well, I don’t think my heart is tasty. Wouldn’t you rather eat a sheep’s or probably goat’s. It’s probably less fatty than mine," he said nervously laughing.

Loviator did find him very amusing. She let out a throaty chuckle as she lay on the bed beside him.

She reached out a pale, bony hand toward him and Qie Xieling’s heart beat with a mixture of fear and defiance. He tried to dodge her touch but she parted the lapel of his loosely tied gown and ran her sharp metal claw down his chest.

A touch of interest flashed in her eyes when she saw the obvious traces on his chest and shoulder. "You dirty slut. You say you will do anything for Yana but here you are having sex with another. Who is it?" she asked with a look of gossip in her eyes.

Qie Xieling, "..."

Why did this bloody woman look like a gossip blogger reporter trying to finesse information out of him?