"Don't come any closer! Let me go! You want money, don't you? My father has plenty! He'll give you 2 billion Beli, no, 5 billion Beli! Just let me go, don't kill me!"
Princess Paula was on the verge of collapse. She had just been told to kill her, and now they were going to defile her together. Having been pampered since childhood, she had never experienced anything like this. She was truly desperate and spoke recklessly.
Seeing that the two captains did not answer, the bald man walked towards the princess with peace of mind. His underlings followed closely behind. This was a princess of a country, beautiful and with a good figure. Moreover, the strange feeling brought about by the difference in status made them very excited.
That's a princess! This might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. None of the henchmen wanted to miss it; it would be something to brag about later.
"Stop! Don't come any closer! Otherwise, I won't cooperate with your phone calls, and you won't get the money!"
Princess Paula was so frightened that she burst into tears, her face streaked with tears. As she watched a group of burly men approach, her eyes were filled with deep terror.
"Hahaha, you'll cooperate with us. We'll make you feel like you're in heaven, and you'll be begging for our company!" the bald man said nonchalantly. He had done this kind of thing many times before. He continued walking towards the bound princess, taking off his clothes as he went. His henchmen followed suit with excited smiles.
Seeing this scene, Paula knew she couldn't escape it today. She had fallen into despair, her eyes were vacant, she was in a daze, and she was muttering something to herself.
If someone puts their ear close to her mouth, they can hear repeated words like "God," "Save me," "I offer myself as a sacrifice to you," and "I will be faithful to you for generations to come."
The bald man and his men drew closer to Paula. They watched as the princess seemed to have lost the will to resist; her violent twisting had stopped. They concluded that the princess had resigned herself to her fate and accepted their arbitrary manipulation.
The bald man had already walked up to the princess. He squatted down and reached out his hands to Princess Paula, preparing to tear off her dress first.
"Boom"
Just then, a loud bang came from the cellar entrance.
Everyone was drawn by the noise, and Princess Paula was also awakened by it. She looked at the bald man's hand gripping her clothes and trembled again. She twisted her body and looked at the cellar entrance with hope, expecting the god in her eyes to appear.
The bald, burly man stopped his outstretched hand and turned to look at the cellar entrance. The others swallowed hard and also looked in that direction.
Silence fell over the cellar; no one made a sound, all waiting for something to appear at the cellar entrance.
Although the captain's face was shrouded in a cloak, one could still sense a sharp gaze emanating from within, fixed on the cellar entrance.
First mate Kyle also stared intently at the scene, suspecting that the Navy had arrived and preparing to engage in battle at any moment.
At this moment, a tall and burly figure appeared at the entrance of the cellar. The entrance was too small, blocking the upper half of the figure, so the people inside the cellar could not see his face.
"Big brother, I told you not to hide people here. This place is too small. I have to bend over to get in. I can't get in without tearing the door down. Hey, why aren't you moving? Are you welcoming me?"
A tall figure bent over and crawled into the cellar. His voice still echoed inside. He was so tall and the cellar was so small that he could only stand up straight by squatting on the ground.
"Little brother, could you please not be so reckless next time? You almost scared them to death!" the cloaked man said helplessly.
"Yes, Lord Colin, thank goodness I haven't even started doing anything yet, otherwise you would have really scared me half to death! How would I live the rest of my life!" the bald man said with a wronged expression.
The newcomer was the younger brother of Captain Cohen, who wore a cloak. He was naturally enormous, already nearly five meters tall and still growing. He was all muscle and incredibly strong, the undisputed third-in-command on the pirate ship. However, he was all bark and no bite, a bit dim-witted.
"Haha, bald guy, what are you doing? Oh! There's a woman! I want to play too, I want to play too! I want to go first!"
Although Colin is a bit dim-witted, he knows how to play with women. He enjoys that feeling; it makes him feel good. Baldy taught him this, and he's ruined many respectable women!
" Colin, this woman is very important, we can't touch her now. Or should I go find you a better and stronger one?" Kyle still needs Princess Paula later, he can't let Colin ruin her.
"I want this one! I can't wait! This face is beautiful. The other round-faced ones you found for me before weren't good-looking!" Colin is a child at heart. He doesn't care about your future plans. When he's interested, he just wants to play!
"Forget it, Kyle, let him go. The princess isn't of much use anymore anyway. Sending her corpse tomorrow would probably be more shocking! Hehehe!" Cohen advised nonchalantly. He had always been good to his younger brother and would basically fulfill any request he had!
Kyle shook his head helplessly. He was afraid that the captain's brother would cause trouble, which was why he chose this place. He just didn't expect him to force his way in. Now that the captain had agreed, he couldn't say anything more.
Princess Paula initially genuinely believed that her savior had come to rescue her. His massive size standing at the cellar entrance was quite intimidating, and she truly thought her prayers had been answered. However, upon hearing their conversation, she despaired again; these people were in cahoots.
When she heard that the big guy was also interested in her, she was utterly terrified. With such a huge body, she thought she would be torn apart!
"Lord Colin, if you had come first, how would we have had a chance?" the bald man said with a bitter expression.
"Make way, make way, don't block the way, who cares about you!" Colin said as he pushed aside the henchmen in front of him and squatted down to move towards Princess Paula.
"No, no... don't come any closer..." Princess Paula was terrified, her voice becoming hysterical.
However, her words had no effect on this dim-witted guy. Now, the bald guy at the front had been ripped open, and his hands were as big as half of Princess Paula's body.
Colin stuck a finger into Princess Paula's face; the finger was about half the size of her head. It was hard to imagine what kind of cruel things might happen next.
Colin stuck out his big tongue and licked Princess Paula's face, dripping a sticky, yellowish-green liquid onto his tongue.
Paula smelled the pungent stench up close, so strong that she felt like vomiting and couldn't even hold her breath; the stench seemed to be directly present in her mind.
The giant tongue drew closer and closer to Princess Paula, its tongue swirling up and down, about to lick her face.
Colin wore an excited, grotesque smile. The others couldn't bear to watch what was about to happen, even the bald man, who found it perverted, turned away and refused to look.
Just then, Colin's body stopped, his expression froze, and his twisted smile changed, as if he were incredulous.
Only Princess Paula, in her horrified gaze, saw a hole the size of a finger in Colin's skull, though no liquid flowed out of it.
"Call out"
Then everyone heard a whooshing sound, followed by Colin's head crashing into Paula. However, he was too big, and his head hit the wall directly before he rolled to his side and lay on his back on the ground, without hitting Princess Paula. Colin died with his eyes wide open, unable to close them in peace.
Cohen had already regained his senses when his brother collapsed. He saw a black hole the size of a finger on his brother's left forehead. No blood was flowing out, and the hole was completely black, with a familiar smell wafting from it—the smell of charred flesh.