The Forest Where Monsters Live - Chapter 4
4. Guilt
A man descended the stairs, the tip of his cane tapping against the floor as he turned his head toward the source of the sound.
After a brief pause, he began walking slowly in that direction.
His back was hunched, his face hidden beneath a deep hood.
Limping forward with labored steps, he stopped before the door where the sounds were coming from and pressed his ear against it.
From inside, obscene moans spilled out without pause.
He stood there for a long moment before finally pulling away and shuffling back down the hall.
When he reached the bottom floor, he pushed open the door leading outside.
The night was dark.
But the snow had stopped.
The blizzard that had seemed endless had, at some point, ceased.
The hands that emerged from his long sleeves were grotesque—fingers fused together by melted flesh, only the thumb remaining distinct.
Both hands were like this.
Beneath the hood, the lower half of his face was a ruin of scarred and hardened skin, the marks of fire still vivid.
His lips had shriveled upward, exposing bone along his jaw.
The flesh beneath his chin had melted away entirely, leaving a hole where water would leak out whenever he drank.
Though hidden by the hood, one of his ears was gone, leaving him deaf on that side.
At least his eyes still functioned—he could still read without issue.
But his weakened lungs left him vulnerable to illness, and every winter, he teetered on the edge of death from fever at least once or twice.
This man’s name was Benjamin.
Benjamin Hildesheim.
Once the eldest son of the Hildesheim barony, the rightful heir—until his body became this.
He had relinquished the title to his twin brother, Johann, and now lived only by his brother’s mercy.
Without Johann, he would die.
He could not survive alone.
"Leticia… Johann…"
Benjamin still remembered them—his brother and Leticia—as they once were.
Before everything burned.
The happiness in Johann’s memories might have turned to ash, but Benjamin’s recollections remained untouched.
Still vivid.
Still alive.
Those memories were the only thing keeping him going.
He understood why Johann had become a monster.
It was because of him.
Johann’s rage was born from guilt.
The guilt of failing to save his older brother.
The guilt of being spared while Benjamin was left like this.
That guilt had twisted Johann, warping him into something unrecognizable.
Thirteen years ago, Benjamin had tried with everything he had to protect his brother.
In the end, he had saved Johann’s body—but not his soul.
"The snow has stopped…"
Benjamin gazed out at the quiet darkness, the cold air settling around him.
He had been trapped in this manor for thirteen years.
He had escaped the fire and smoke of that room, but he had never escaped this place.
Yet he knew—he wouldn’t be trapped forever.
Johann didn’t realize it, but Benjamin did.
Thirteen years.
He had lasted this long.
But he wouldn’t last much more.
That he had endured this long was a miracle in itself.
His only concern was his brother.
What would become of Johann when he was left alone in this manor?
Even now, at the end of everything, Benjamin worried for him.
And then there was Leticia.
Leticia.
What had become of that little girl?
The child who used to cling to her teddy bear, trailing after him with wide eyes—how had she changed in thirteen years?
Benjamin knew she was innocent.
But no matter how many times he said it, Johann wouldn’t listen.
Johann would break her.
She had to escape.
"Can I… even do it?"
Could this broken body—barely able to walk without a cane—help her flee?
He couldn’t ride a horse.
He couldn’t run.
How could he possibly save her like this?
He didn’t know yet.
But he would find a way.
No matter what.
***
"Ah—ah, ah, ahh!"
Leticia rocked her hips, legs spread wide as she straddled Johann’s lap.
Seated atop him, she moved in a steady rhythm, taking him deeper with each roll of her body.
His length disappeared into her, then emerged glistening, only to be swallowed again.
"Ah! Ahh! Aaah!"
Her back arched violently before she collapsed forward against his chest.
As she fell, his co¢k slipped free, thick strands of white sem€n spilling between them.
"Hng…!"
Johann flipped her beneath him, pinning her down.
He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and drove back into her, still dripping with his own release.
"Haaah!"
The sudden fullness wrenched another cry from her throat.
Her face was flushed, skin slick with sweat as she writhed under his thrusts.
Time had lost all meaning.
Day or night—Leticia no longer knew.
She couldn’t remember where she was, who she was with, or what they were doing.
The murders. The chase. Her plans to leave when the snow stopped—all forgotten.
Trapped in this room, breathing in the opium-laced smoke from the fireplace, pressed beneath Johann again and again—how many days had passed?
The drug had eroded her mind.
Even her own name slipped through her fingers like smoke.
All that remained was sensation.
Pleasure.
"Ah! Ahh! Yes… yes…!"
Lost in the haze, she clung to him, nails digging into his back as he pounded into her.
"Right there… right there, harder…!"
Each brutal thrust drew another wanton cry.
Her soaked folds clung to him, squelching obscenely as her hips rose to meet his.
"Haaah! Ah! Aaah!"
Johann hooked her leg higher over his shoulder, spreading her wider.
Her arousal gushed freely, dripping onto the sheets.
"Leticia, you filthy sl*t. Put that mouth to work."
He dragged her down, forcing her between his legs.
"Hh…"
Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth.
No disgust. No resistance.
Only desperate hunger.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucking greedily as the taste of herself and him coated her tongue.
"Hlpph… ngh…"
Face buried against his thighs, she slurped and swallowed, drool and spend mixing as she worked him to the brink.
Her throat convulsed around him as he pulsed, flooding her mouth.
She gulped frantically, but some still spilled past her lips, dripping down her chin.
"Disgusting wh*re. You love it, don’t you?"
Johann kicked her off the bed.
She landed naked on the floor, panting, as he stood and shrugged back into his coat.
Leticia stared up at him, body still twitching, lips glistening.
Johann looked down at her with contempt, watching her lips tremble as she gazed up at him in a drug-addled daze. He spat on her body.
"Right about this time, the gypsies always pass through nearby. Once the snow stops, I’ll take you to them. Let them give you what you love so much. You like being filled, don’t you? You can look forward to it. They’ll take turns stuffing that hole of yours until it’s ragged and torn."
With one last icy glare, Johann left the room.
Alone, Leticia lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.
"Hah… hah…"
Her eyes were clouded.
Johann had nailed the windows shut to keep the opium fumes trapped inside, leaving the room thick with heat. The air was heavy with the scent of opium, burning wood, sweat, and s€x.
Her gaze drifted to the window.
The darkness outside reflected in her dull eyes.
The snow had stopped.
The blizzard was over.
She turned her head slightly.
The door Johann had left open lingered in her vision.
The door…
She struggled to grasp at something—some thought that kept slipping away, drowned out by the haze of opium.
Once the snow stops…
Yes.
She had meant to do something once the snow stopped.
But she couldn’t remember what.
Once the snow stops…
She bit her lip, trying to hold onto the flickering thought.
Her vision blurred.
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