Chapter 8

"Finally…" It was as if the man approaching Miranda was not Alberto, but a lunatic, a madman. His drool dripping all over the floor, no longer walking upright, his head leaned forward as he closed in to Miranda, his arms outstretched forward.

"Master…?" Miranda was totally baffled to her mentor's sudden change of appearance, but was still unable to distract herself from the sharp pain emanating from her abdomen. Her undies kept being dyed red by the mysterious bleeding coming from her private part, until one drip of blood leaked through and flowed down her thigh.

This was when Alberto jumped in, like a lion pinning down its prey, and pressed her down with his superior weight. Miranda was totally caught in surprise by this inhuman maneuver, from confusion it had transcended to a sensation of utmost fear towards her master.

Forcefully, Alberto spread open the slender legs of Miranda, then pinned them down with his legs, revealing the full picture of her womanhood. He hissed like a starved snake, as he quickly licked the one drip of blood before it reached the ground. The tingling sensation of her mentor's warm and moist tongue running through her sensitive inner thigh was disgusting and unpleasant, but Miranda was still utterly confused and frightened, never taught upon anything related to this.

The taste of the very first drip of an adolescent girl's first menstrual blood was heavenly, the fetish that was so hard to achieve, finally bearing fruit after years and years of cultivation. All the effort built to raise this little girl, all the painstaking amount of time spent waiting… finally, to Alberto, he could reap the seeds that he sowed four years ago.

Naturally, one drip wasn't enough, as Alberto buried his face deep between Miranda's legs and sniffed as hard as he could to savor the divine aroma of such delicacy. His throat quickly drying up, his stomach immediately growling despite having finished his dinner just moments ago. He couldn't wait any longer, with his superior strength, boosted several times with his sudden surge of adrenaline and lust, he ripped apart the only piece of fabric that shielded Miranda's bleeding labia.

Upon the sight of such a wonderful scenery, Alberto released a maniacal chuckle, his gaze diabolical as he thoroughly enjoyed what appeared in front of his own eyes. Miranda tried to push the madman's head away with her frail hands, but was quickly denied when Alberto grabbed both of Miranda's tiny wrists with just one of his gigantic hand, and pressed it above her head.

Now not even resistance was an option, as Alberto started to devour the trickling blood that coursed down the delicate woman-flesh of Miranda's. A drop was already heavenly, now a sip tasted beyond imagination. His tongue quickly increased its pace as it twirled and explored all possible parts of his treasure, and Miranda could not do anything to prevent that.

Tears began to flow down of Miranda's cheeks, after staying dormant for so many years now. It took a while but Miranda finally realized that her master was no longer sane, and he was enjoying her, feasting upon her, as if she was a well-laid meal. Any faith and bonding that was built upon them all these years, was crushed to nothing during this instant.

What is happening? What happened to master? Why is he… doing this? Her enormous mountains of questions never exited her mouth, all that came out was cries of help that fell into deaf ears.

When Alberto realized he had sucked dry of that sweet bloody nectar out of Miranda, he was yet to feel satisfied. Still pinning down the poor girl, he ripped her clothes with sheer force so brutish, his claws left some of their marks onto the delicate and smooth skin of Miranda's, forcing some blood out of her chest and torso.

This seemed to delight the insane man as he took his utmost pleasure to savor the beautiful sight of the delicate, petite body of this still developing girl. Her breasts were showing signs of growth as they perk slightly, her waist so tight and beautiful, as well as her remarkable long and slender legs. This girl would definitely grow into a very charming woman.

But to Alberto, it was this moment, this stage of growth that aroused him the most: the very beginning of a girl's puberty.

Alberto straightened up to plant his face onto Miranda's to kiss her cherry and full lips. However, it was this very moment Miranda felt the weight bearing on her lower half became lighter as Alberto lifted up his entire body a little, as if he wanted to leap onto her, and she managed to pull herself away by rolling over to the side, causing her tormentor to crash head on to the ground.

It was a very quick instinctive reflex, Miranda somehow freed herself momentarily from her crazed master's grasp. She hastily got up to her feet and ran to the furthest corner of the house, trying to reach for the exit. But Alberto was extremely infuriated at this turn of events, as he stomped the ground so hard the wooden floor broke. Within a blink of an eye, he closed down the distance between him and his prey, and grabbed Miranda's long and silvery hair, slamming her aside towards the cupboard.

Miranda's back was the part that rammed against the cupboard filled with dining utensils, shards of glass mugs and ceramic plates carved her back and resulted in excruciating pain. Alberto, at this moment, as if it his beastly instincts instructed his body to fight off any incoming threats, pulled out a dagger from one of the pocketed straps he laid down just now after he entered the shack, and tossed it his hardest towards Miranda's face.

Perhaps her master had decided that it was no longer needed to keep her alive any longer, all females will only go through their very beginning of their puberty once in their lifetime. He would just be rid of this one, enjoy her corpse thoroughly, and look for another child apprentice.

It was then, multiple visions flashed in front of Miranda's eyes. They were images of her memory, the time she spent with the Roses, the time she spent with her cold yet still a father figure master, and the very instant the dagger stopped right in front of her eyes.

Without thinking, she ducked, grabbed the largest piece of shattered glass and threw it towards the attacking man. The result? The dagger missed as it went through just above her head, while the glass shard she flung went directly through Alberto's heart.

"Y…you…!" Alberto began to cough out blood, he walked two steps very feebly before collapsing to the ground, not moving soon after. Miranda could not believe her eyes, her knees knocking into each other, her mind in total disbelief of what had happened.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Ignoring the pain throughout her physical body, her deranged mental state prompted Miranda to dash out of the wooden shack, and into the woods.