Fantastic Beasts of Records: Lecherous Prince Of The Sea

"Now, I am going to give you another chance before Bones rips and tears your flesh and tests the resilience of your body" Prince Wyatt said, looking at Knight Camille with no expression on his face as his tamed beast, a rat slowly ripped and tore through her muscles.

Raising two fingers in front of her vision, Prince Wyatt said "You only have two choices, confess and die a painful death or keep your mouth shut and die regardless. Albeit it would be a slow, an extremely small painful itch that would keep on expanding until you begin to feel every moment of it and watch as your body becomes desecrated by a common rat"

Smacking his lips together, Prince Wyatt added "It's your choice".

An imaginary clock appeared in Knight Camille's mind, ticking with every second that slowly felt like an hour. And in those seconds, she could slowly see it, as though a curtain has been raised from her eyes, she could finally see it.

The First Prince. Prince Wyatt. He… He….

She couldn't put her hands on it or make out whatever it was.

Her mind stuttered as the pain paused her train of thought, halting and replacing the wheels with that of the legs of a limping man.

"Knight Camille" Prince Wyatt said once more, locking his gaze with her.

And for the first time, Knight Camille could hear his voice, sounding like that of Agamanda's whisper, offering her a bargain. A bargain that she nonetheless refused once again.

No matter what, even if her body was being defiled by a common rat, what's done has been done!

There was no turning back. There was only one way forward!!

Death has already bored through her bones, and whether it was a slow agonizing exit from the world of the living, a world she once held great aspirations for, or a quick painless relief that shoved her into the freezing arms of cessation, all she saw was still a path that led to the same door.

Death... That was all there was and all she could see.

Prince Wyatt's lips pursed. His face gradually changed into a frown as he could somehow already guess her answer when he looked at her slitted open eyes that burned with conviction.

Shaking his head at the Knight's conviction, Prince Wyatt's stoic face became colder as he ordered Bones to slowly take his time and relish in the process.

Bones nonetheless responded with a cheer in his voice. His little mascot was clearly enjoying it.

Straightening his back as he knew that it was going to take some time, Prince Wyatt and the rest of the people who were around to watch the scene stood there unnerved.

Although, they have all seen something much more brutal than the scene before them as Pirates, however, this was a whole other thing.

It was as though the reaper was trying a whole new recipe of tormenting his victims before they were consumed by the darkness.

They were Pirates, but not one of them had ever thought of using a common rat that could be found in all the dirtiest spaces of their ship for torture.

They were Pirates who were although considered barbaric, vicious and dishonourable still found honour and dignity in the Pirates' code that was pinned on their hearts.

They might be Pirates, but they would never show their enemies such a ruthless passage to death.

Some couldn't even watch as the Knight's intestines were forced out of her stomach by an unknown force, spilling on her armour and spreading on the floorboard and the area around it.

Although they knew that a warrior's body was strong and very resilient, they also knew that it didn't matter much if your insides were being gutted out of your body as a rat made room for itself among your flesh and bones.

The sight was unnerving. It was irritating. It was disgusting, so disgusting that those who had to turn their gazes away slowly returned them to see how long the Knight would fair until death consumes her.

Even Jerry was no exception, but after the back-and-forth glances he cast on the sight in front of him, he closed his eyes, choosing not to let the image burn in his memory and left it to wither away with his curiosity.

Even the waves had calmed down and the winds slowly whistled a tune as it crossed back and forth in an invisible flute.

Time was ticking.

Knight Camille felt her mouth bulge as the feeling of throwing up itched her throat before it expanded and contracted with each passing moment.

Yet, she held it in and maintained her gaze on the man in front of her.

His face was devoid of any emotion, his figure was unconsciously guarded with a retreating stance that was ready for any attacks that would come his way.

Dangerous.

The First Prince had hidden another dangerous sight of him. Everything about the current him spelt danger with the gaze of a predator on a quest for power and strength.

A sluggish dread filled up her stomach...…. Ironically.

Yet, somehow, she felt that all this was her fault. What would have happened if she had dutifully played her role as Prince Wyatt's Guardian Knight?

What would have happened if she was always at his beck and call, showing her support and interest in all his activities?

…..... How ironic!!!

Even in death, her thoughts still centred around Prince Wyatt and his well-being. Well, it's a pity that she had to die!

However, as petty as it might seem, her lips rose mechanically, along with her scarlet thick blood that dribbled from her mouth, slowly stretching itself into a smile that hide her growing pain.

To her, this was the only victory she could attain against the Prince.

But to Prince Wyatt, all his saw was the mask of a clown that hide away the irony of life. Her smile might have been perfect, but they were still cracks. Cracks in her eyes that shows her unwillingness to die.

'How pathetic' Prince Wyatt thought.

Even in death, she still chooses to mock him. Strength, pride, power, and an evil mind stirred up with bad luck were the recipe for defeat and failure.

All she needed was to plead for a quick death, and he would gladly give it to her. After all, he has just transmigrated into this world a few days ago, and upon his stacked-up layers of bravado and the strong conviction to exact revenge, kill his opponents and protect his life, the scene in front of him was still disturbing and unsettling to look at, especially knowing that he was the one responsible for it.

As opposed to the clown in front of him, he too was wearing a mask. A mask that would slowly meld along with his face because he knew that he would be making use of it regularly.

He had just shed his first blood, and he knew that it wouldn't be his last.

There would still be more to come along his path. Turning into a psychopath was the least of his problems as his survival was his number one priority while dying..... Was a bucket list that he didn't want to check out, yet.

It might not have been known who was the first to breathe out loud, but as Knight Camille fell on the floorboard after slowly losing the strength to continue standing up straight, those who were watching with bated breathe finally released their breathe as they knew that scene had come to an end.

Even Captain Crimson eye who had long removed his sword from Knight Camille's neck could only shake his head in dissatisfaction while he stared at her body writhing on his floorboard along with her dilated pupils.

"Should I end it, Prince Wyatt?" Captain Crimson eye spoke.

He could feel the Knight's life force slowly fading. And since they weren't any serious bad blood between them, he wanted to end her life as the scene wasn't one he was pleased with.

A woman of such calibre and strength, shouldn't have to die in such a way.

A disgraceful and inhumane death was not something anyone would wish upon themselves or on others.

However….

"I am not yet done" Prince Wyatt replied, sending thought to Bones to return.

"Do you have any other thing planned?" Although Captain Crimson eye's words were one of curiosity, the tone and manner in which he said them sent shivers to his crew members who were watching the scene closely.

"Yes, I do".

Captain Crimson eye breathing hitched quietly, watching the Prince's next actions.

What next has he planned?

What manner of the unique script has he offered up to death in exchange for the Knight's life?

Even for him, the least he could do if any of his crewmembers betrayed him was to publicly behead them or throw them offboard for their bodies to be devoured by the sea.

However, it seems that he had once again underestimated Prince Wyatt.

No! He underestimated the Prince's will for revenge.

Suddenly, the gears in his brain started moving, tinkering along with his thoughts. Once again he was making some changes to his plans.