Jas looked down at Diana coldly as she writhed around.
’Step one went a lot better than I thought it would..’
He didn’t really feel any remorse for the two girl’s deaths, in his eyes what they did was worse than murder.
Jas reached out a hand and slapped the Duchess.
"Hey! Pay attention. I want you to see this as well."
Jas crawled onto the bed and took out an assortnt of items from his inventory.
He then reached over to Diana’s crotch and tore her dress open to reveal her flaccid monster.
He grabbed it and played with it a little as her body betrayed her until she was hard.
"Say Diana.. you seem mighty proud of this thing you have here.. what would happen if you couldn’t use it anymore..?"
Her eyes went wide in terror as Jas grabbed his knife.
"No no no no please! Prince Jas have rcy! I’ll do anything! I-I’ll even beco your slave!"
Jas couldn’t help but laugh at her pitiful attempt to make him stop.
"You should know this by now piggy; I’m not a very forgiving person."
Snot and tears ran down the Duchess’s face as she wailed.
Jas gave her bush a close shave as he cut. Blood was flowing incessantly, and Jas almost couldn’t see what he was doing. He almost gagged and gave up, but he couldn’t stop here.
’I’m glad that shop owner gave quite a few of these..’
Jas then grabbed the other vial of acid and poured it on the bloody stump and forced a regeneration potion down Diana’s throat.
Jas had to look away as her scream’s pierced his ears. She had bucked around wildly at first, then she stopped moving completely as the healing finished.
Her voice was hoarse, and her eyes were vacant.
Jas wasn’t done yet and asked her a question.
"You said I was going to have to cum in you until you could produce another heir, yes?"
Diana was unresponsive as she lay on her back.
Jas continued speaking.
"I don’t think that would make sense really... you’re never going to be able to get pregnant again after today..."
Jas then shoved another vial of alchemical acid up her cave, he put it in deep.
With a hamr fist downwards, he broke it inside of her.
Diana’s once unresponsive fra now shook and writhed again. Her screams were soundless as her voice failed.
Jas fed her another regeneration potion.
The reason he chose the acid was because it permanently disfigured what it touched. No amount of healing magic or potions could fix the damage it caused.
This was due to the fact that it was essentially cauterizing the wounds as it created them.
Her vaginal walls and ovaries were now completely useless.
Diana was completely destroyed, and Jas didn’t have the heart to do the next item on the agenda.
Jas wasn’t a cruel person at heart and his violence today had disturbed him a little. He was still imnsely angry at the foul woman, but he was no torturer.
He leaned over her and patted her face lightly.
"I’m being very generous and will let you live... for now. I hope our discussion today has been enlightening."
Jas crawled off the bed and moved to initiate the next step in his plan.
His mother had watched in horror at Jas’s cruelty to her fellow Duchess.
He saw her shake as he approached.
"You’re one hell of a shitty mother. You know that don’t you?"
Mallory could only nod her head as she looked at the ground.
Jas was outraged at her timid response.
Her slapped her and grabbed her hair, pulling her face up to look at him.
"You saw begging and crying for help. And you did nothing!"
He slapped her again.
Her voice wavered as she responded.
"I-I’m sorry d-dear.. but it wasn’t that big of a deal-"
Jas kicked her hard in the stomach.
She was out of breath and drool ran down to her chin.
His voice was tight and clipped in his controlled rage.
"Wasn’t that big of a deal? You are not fit to be my mother."
Jas let her go in disgust and his words seed to shake her harder than any blow might’ve.
Jas debated for a long ti whether he should kill her or not.
The sun dropped in the sky as he stood, and his mother didn’t speak.
Finally, he sighed and deflated.
His reasoning for his next words were due to the fact his mother hadn’t actually touched him during his abuse. But the way she stood there as he cried out for her, would never be forgiven.
"When we get back ho, you will explain to my sisters what happened here. Not just today, but all of it. You will look them in the eye and tell them what a coward you are, then you will leave. I do not care where, but you will leave the estate and begone from my sight. You’re a failure as a mother and should be grateful I don’t feel like killing you. Am I understood?"
His mother nodded and Jas slapped her.
"Answer like a god damn adult! Am I understood?"
"Y-yes dear.. I understand."
Jas slapped her again.
"I am not your ’dear’ anymore. Lady Mallory you are no mother of mine."
She started crying then and didn’t stop.
It wasn’t loud and hysterical, but tears leaked from her eyes like a flood as he untied her.
They left Diana tied to the bed and exited to see the guards still outside the door. Jas turned on his skill and dragged Mallory down the hall until they were out of view and deactivated it.
She solemnly made her way to the teleportation crystal with Jas and returned ho.
Jas’s servants were present and imdiately rushed up to him with looks of concern. He laughed and gave each a big hug as Mallory walked away to find her daughters.
They badgered him with questions about what took him so long and he told them to go listen to the story with his sisters.
They were all seated at the dining table and Jas was the only one eating as Mallory spoke.
Her tears hadn’t stopped and seed to increase as his sisters insulted their mother. Jas wasn’t really paying attention and loudly sucked grease off his fingers.
’This chicken at or whatever this is, is terrific!’
The room had grown increasingly dark as his servants and sisters listened. They all had white knuckled grips on weapons and looked like they were about to cut Mallory down where she had sat.
".... so, I’ll be leaving for a while."
Mallory ended her story and turned to Jas.
"I hope I can earn your forgiveness one day."
With that, she stood and left the room.
Jas had a bittersweet feeling in his chest and couldn’t help but wonder.
’Will there ever be a day I can look at her like a mother again...’
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