novelcrest Chapter 77 Flowers
Chapter 77 Flowers
Moreover, Bella harbored a secret ambition.
After his master returns, he begs to be assigned to Sean so that he can use the same methods Sean used on him to do the same things.
Doesn't he like to eat?
Then, she would also pin Sean down and let him taste her own stuff.
Make him a tool to satisfy and please her.
That's just how people are; when they're in trouble, they always like to paint a rosy picture for themselves as a way to comfort themselves.
In his past life, Sean often saw similar clickbait headlines on platforms like "UC" and "Kandian": How to make a woman devoted to you in three sentences; How to calm a woman down in three sentences.
Sean achieved the latter level with just one sentence.
"I saw Voldemort today."
Bella froze, her eyes wide open, her face filled with disbelief.
"Did you see your master today?" Bella's voice trembled, as if these words had exhausted all her strength.
Sean nodded slightly. "Yes, I saw Voldemort today." His voice was calm, but every word struck Bella's heart like a hammer blow.
"Where is Master?" Bella asked anxiously.
She no longer cared about the restraint and pain caused by the rope. She struggled to crawl towards Sean's feet, looked up at him, her face filled with anxiety and expectation.
Sean noticed that Bella's hands were tightly bound with rough ropes, and there were bloody marks on her wrists, but her eyes were filled with pleading and expectation for Sean.
He laughed; he laughed without warning.
He stood there, looking down at the person prostrate at his feet.
He enjoyed seeing her anxious expression; that helpless and yearning look gave him a strange sense of satisfaction.
He was particularly fascinated by the way the other person watched the boundary between his fantasy and reality crumble bit by bit.
However, it's always good to have some appetizers to fill your stomach before the main course, and Sean, who has been a connoisseur of food for many years, naturally understands this principle.
Sean spoke slowly, his voice deep and magnetic: "Want to see Voldemort with your own eyes?"
Bella nodded vigorously, her eyes shining with hope.
Sean suddenly fell silent, enjoying the sense of control he felt, watching the other person waver in his words. After a long while, he slowly said, "Your anxiety is truly delightful to watch."
Bella was stunned, a flash of anger and confusion crossing her eyes, but it was quickly overwhelmed by longing and hope.
Sean observed her complex expression for a while before saying quietly, "If you want to see Voldemort with your own eyes, you'll have to pay a price..."
"I'm willing to pay any price!" Before Sean could finish stating his conditions, Bella shook her head: "Not enough."
Hearing Sean's words, Bella's face flushed red and then paled, and it took her a while to recover. "I... what else?"
"Yours..." Sean paused, then continued, "That's how deals are. To gain something, you have to give something in return. There's no such thing as a free lunch, is there?"
When Bella heard Sean's terms, a complex and indescribable feeling welled up inside her.
She knew that this was not only a transaction involving the body, but also a spiritual insult.
But Bella also knew that she had no room for negotiation; if she didn't agree to Sean's demands, she would never know her master's whereabouts.
Bella took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the shame in her heart, and slowly nodded. "I'm willing to offer you my body, as long as you let me see my master with your own eyes..."
Sean smiled with satisfaction and took out a small black bottle from the cabinet next to him, which contained a clear, oily liquid.
"Very well, in that case, let me give it to you first."
Bella's heart pounded, but she could only suppress her inner resistance and let Sean apply the medicine to her body.
The icy touch sent a chill down Bella's spine. She gritted her teeth, waiting for what was about to happen.
Sean applied the medicine to the affected area until he was sure it was fully effective, then he stood up.
He hadn't finished speaking.
Bella, but all of this was in vain.
...
Bella dared not show any dissatisfaction, for fear of angering Sean and losing this hard-won opportunity.
So she could only bite her lower lip tightly and silently endure everything until tears streamed down her face.
...
After doing all this.
Bella collapsed helplessly to the ground.
Bella said with difficulty, "Now, can you let me see my master?"
"Of course, my esteemed client." Sean gave a standard English gentleman's bow, then took the photographic stone from his pocket and placed it in front of Bella.
"What is this?"
"A small alchemical tool, like a videotape, you know." Sean winked at Bella, saying something only the two of them could understand, then used the playback function of the recording stone, "Please watch the VCR."
Instantly, a huge screen appeared on the wall on the other side of the room.
Bella, seeing Quirrell and Harry on the screen, felt cheated. Her voice hoarse with anger and confusion, she shouted at Sean, "What are you showing me?!"
Sean simply pointed to the screen calmly, "Don't rush, keep watching."
Seeing this, Bella could only suppress her anger and turn her head back to look at the screen.
When Quirrell in the "film" searched around the mirror for a long time without finding the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort couldn't help but say, "Use that boy...use that boy..."
When Bella heard Voldemort's voice, her heart skipped a beat, and she involuntarily held her breath.
Based on Sean's previous words, she immediately realized that the owner of the voice was Voldemort, the master she had been longing for.
This was the first time she had heard her master's voice since entering Azkaban.
Bella was instantly overwhelmed with excitement and kept muttering something to herself.
"Don't you think your 'master's' voice sounds a lot like the black-robed man we met in the Forbidden Forest?" Sean suddenly asked...
(To be continued, don't go away, the following content is even more exciting)