The Forest Where Monsters Live - Chapter 3
3. Condemnation
"Ngh…"
Naked and sprawled across the bed, Leticia squirmed.
The fireplace still filled the room with the thick, drugging scent of burning opium.
Intoxicated by the fumes, she writhed on the sheets, her bare skin flushed, breath coming in shallow gasps.
Though alone now, the haze still clung to her.
Outside the window, the snow continued to fall relentlessly.
Morning had come.
Leticia had spent the night shaking beneath Johann, until dawn.
Her thighs and buttocks were covered in his semen.
The sheets, unchanged, bore the evidence of their coupling—stained and damp as she lay there, twitching, her body still fevered.
With every slight shift of her legs, more of him spilled out.
"Good morning, Leticia."
Johann entered, a bowl of soup in hand.
"Time to eat."
He sat beside her trembling form, lifting a spoonful to her parted lips.
She swallowed mechanically, her dazed eyes barely focusing on him.
Half-lidded, glazed—she hardly seemed to recognize who fed her.
In truth, she didn’t.
"There we go. Once you’ve eaten, we’ll play again."
His smile was cold as he tipped another spoonful into her mouth.
The drug he’d slipped into her water yesterday had been mild.
What he’d give her next would be far stronger.
His intent was clear.
Dull her with poison. Break her body until even without it, she’d spread her legs willingly.
And once she was ruined?
A brothel would take care of the rest.
She’d make a fine spectacle then.
Drugged out of her mind on opium and god knows what else, Leticia had melted into a state where she couldn’t even comprehend what was being done to her.
But later—when the drugs wore off—her mind would snap back into brutal clarity.
Her sanity would return, but her body would betray her.
A body now wired to crave depraved pleasure, so desperate for it that even in some filthy brothel, she’d spread her legs for faceless men like an animal, never satisfied, always starving for more.
And when that happened?
She’d look down at her own traitorous flesh—uncontrollable, debauched—and drown in despair.
That was the real hell.
Not being able to end her own life.
Not being able to resist the hunger carved into her bones.
Screaming inside her skull while her body arched for strangers—that was damnation.
And she deserved it.
Benjamin was wrong.
Dead wrong.
His insistence that this woman was innocent? A lie.
Just being the daughter of that monstrous bit¢h made her guilty. Made her just like her.
Johann hadn’t known peace since that day.
Not once in thirteen years.
The day everything was taken from him.
The day hell began.
Thirteen years in the pit.
Thirteen years of suffering earned him the right to punish her.
The right to drag her into the deepest chasm of torment and watch her writhe for every second she drew breath.
No one could judge him for what he did to her.
No one.
He’d spent seven years searching—since he was seventeen.
Scouring the country for any trace of her and that whore she called a mother.
Following every rumor, every whisper of a woman matching her description.
He’d crawled through slums and brothels, ready to chase her to the ends of the earth if she’d fled abroad.
The first lead came two years ago.
Just when he’d begun to think he’d never find them.
A murder in some backwater slum brothel.
A girl who’d killed a man.
A girl with a crescent-shaped scar on her forehead.
The moment he heard the description of the mother and daughter who had drifted into that slum years ago—and the girl who had committed murder—he knew.
He went after them immediately.
But the murderous daughter had already fled.
The mother, too, had vanished into another city.
For two years, he wandered aimlessly, chasing their scattered trails.
Every time he found a trace of the girl, she disappeared again.
In that time, she killed more men.
The mother vanished completely.
He had nearly given up.
Just as he resigned himself to never finding them, he miraculously encountered Leticia yesterday.
The crescent-shaped scar on her forehead.
And above all—the silver pendant around her neck.
That pendant had been a gift from none other than himself and Benjamin.
On its back, engraved: [To our beloved Leticia. J.B.]
*J* for Johann. *B* for Benjamin.
There was no mistaking it.
This was her.
It was strange she didn’t recognize the manor or him—but she had been young then.
Perhaps the carriage accident had stolen her memories.
The coachman who had helped them escape had died on impact that day.
Bloodstains led away from the wreckage, but nothing else.
The woman and child were gone.
The stolen gold and jewels remained untouched inside the carriage.
But though the treasure was recovered, what was truly lost never returned.
The twin brother who had thrown himself over his younger sibling in the fire, his face and skin melted beyond recognition.
The father who had rushed into the flames to save his sons, dragging them to safety only to collapse from smoke inhalation and burn alive.
The mother who, faced with one son’s monstrous disfigurement and the loss of her husband, succumbed to shock and never woke again.
None of that could be undone.
After that, the manor became a tomb.
Johann dismissed all but the most essential staff and lived here with his twin brother Benjamin—now a creature more monster than man.
Benjamin’s face had melted entirely, his form barely human.
His back and limbs were seared so thoroughly that even now, every breath rattled in his chest.
He could barely endure the outdoors, confined mostly to the estate.
He needed a cane to walk indoors, a wheelchair to traverse the gardens.
A hunched spine. A crippled leg. A voice like scraping metal. Lips twisted, fingers fused by melted skin.
Hannah had done this to him.
And because Johann could never forgive that woman, he could never forgive her daughter, Leticia.
With each passing year, the hatred deepened.
Thirteen years now.
Thirteen years of venom.
Thirteen years of waiting.
And now, at last—his chance.
Forgiveness was never an option.
Had it been years ago, perhaps.
But now?
Not even a seed of mercy remained in his heart.
The fire that had melted Benjamin's face had also scorched away Johann's humanity.
His compassion, his mercy, his capacity for forgiveness—all had dripped away like wax, leaving only hardened malice in their place.
While Benjamin's body had become monstrous, the true monster was Johann himself.
He knew this.
He welcomed it.
If this was damnation, then let them all burn together.
"Did you enjoy your soup?"
Johann set the nearly empty bowl aside and returned to Leticia's trembling form.
"Now that you've eaten, shall we play again?"
From his coat, he took out a small vial.
He parted her limp legs, peeling apart folds still sticky with dried seed.
The viscous, milky liquid inside the vial glistened as he tipped it over her exposed flesh, letting the drug pour in thick rivulets over her spread v*gina.
His fingers smeared it deeper, working the substance into her flushed skin before pushing inside with a wet squelch.
"Ngh...!"
Her back arched as his fingers twisted, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room.
Her glazed eyes rolled back, breath coming in ragged gasps.
"The pills stoke the fire from within," Johann murmured, circling her entrance with slick fingers. "But this oil? It burns so fiercely you'll beg to be filled. Hard to come by, this one."
The truth was darker—this concoction wasn't meant for humans.
It was bred for the estate's hunting hounds.
A single dose could keep a beast in rut for days.
Not that it mattered.
The creature beneath him wasn't a woman.
It is just a seed of sin, ripe for corruption.
"Leticia."
He tugged her damp pubi¢ curls, forcing her bleary gaze to his.
"You should answer when called. Your ears still work, don't they?"
His palm slid down to knead her thigh, spreading her wider.
The exposed valley between trembled, dripping fresh arousal onto the sheets.
"Hah... Ah—!"
A strangled cry escaped her as his finger dragged upward, drawing another lewd sound from her slick flesh.
When he traced slow circles around her entrance, her hips jerked off the bed.
"Ah... Ahh...!"
Her back bowed, breasts swaying with the movement.
The rosy peaks of her nipples darkened, hardening into stiff points.
With each twist of Johann’s fingers, Leticia’s hips rolled, spilling lewd, broken sounds from her lips.
Every touch made her folds flutter, her entrance clenching obscenely around nothing.
"Hah— ngh, ah—!"
Her thighs trembled, caught between the searing pleasure and the unbearable need for more.
She couldn’t hold back.
Her body burned, writhing, desperate to be filled.
"Please… please, hurry—!"
Her feverish eyes locked onto Johann, begging.
Heat coiled tight inside her, a wildfire with no escape.
Helpless, she could only rock her hips, chasing friction that wasn’t there.
"Like mother, like daughter," Johann murmured, watching her squirm. "A wh•re’s daughter is just another wh*re. You know how many men your mother spread her legs for? Soon, you’ll be just like her. Begging in some opium den, reeking of strangers’ filth. Letting them pump you full until you’re dripping, only for the next one to tear you open again. That’s your future. Dirty. Ugly. Rotting."
The words barely registered in Leticia’s drug-fogged mind.
She heard the sounds—legs, beg, wh*re, seed—but they slipped through her grasp like smoke.
Then something hot and rigid pressed against her soaked entrance.
"Shall I give it to you?"
At the whisper, Leticia clawed at his shoulders, hips jerking.
"Please— please, now—!"
"Filthy little thing."
He gripped her waist and slammed into her with one brutal thrust.
"Hah—!"
Her scream shattered as he filled her to the hilt, stretching her obscenely wide.
"Ngh—! Ah—! Hah—!"
Each snap of his hips jolted her body, forcing choked cries from her throat.
"You love this, don’t you? Taking it like a bit¢h in heat?"
He bit her earlobe, pistoning into her with sharp, shallow strokes.
Tears streaked her cheeks as she clung to him, overstimulated, overwhelmed.
Then he pulled out—only to slam back in with a wet smack.
"Hah—!"
Her sobs pitched higher.
"Ah— ah! Ah! Ngh—!"
She writhed beneath him, thighs clamping around his waist as he fu¢ked her through the crest of her pleasure.
And when the heat inside her boiled over—
He spilled into her with a groan, filling her with his release.
Leticia's body trembled violently as the sensation of sem€n spreading deep inside her took hold.
Her entire form shook as she accepted his climax, her hips instinctively lifting before she was flipped onto her stomach.
When he spread her lower cheeks, thick streams of white spilled from her entrance, dripping down her thighs.
Johann parted her slick folds—still gaping from his release—and drove his half-hard length back into her with one brutal thrust.
"Hah—!"
Her face pressed into the sheets as he slammed into her from behind, hands fisting the fabric beneath her.
With each powerful snap of his hips, her body jolted forward, breasts crushed against the mattress.
Lost in the relentless rhythm, Leticia surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure consuming her.
She couldn’t count how many times she’d peaked by now—only that another wave was already crashing over her, drowning her in white-hot ecstasy.
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