Chapter 88: Kiss of Death

Chapter 88: Kiss of Death

Felton took his .50 caliber rifle and looked off the edge of Xenia’s villa down towards the ocean a mile away.

He decided to take a prone position, and he looked through his scope to assess the targets. There were more than ten targets present, and he could choose which to shoot at.

He picked a target and focused on it. The waves of the sea rocked the target up and down. He tried to move with the target until he believed he had the pattern of the waves down. He gripped the trigger lightly and held his breath.

“BOOM!”

He fired his first shot. The bullet flew in the air towards the target and missed entirely by a full inch as it proceeded to shoot through the wooden floor of the yacht.

Xenia looked on quietly and smiled at his failure. She knew his shot wasn’t even close, and his chances of winning this round were 0.0%.

His men looked on at the first missed shot of the competition. They grew more and more anxious as they realized they had never trained for this type of scenario.

Felton refocused and adjusted his aim. He then took aim and fired once again. This time, the bullet whirred through the air catching nothing until it once again exploded into the finished wooden floor of the yacht.

He clinched his teeth and mumbled to himself, “Come on! Come on Felton! You’re better than this.”

He switched targets and fired again. He missed yet again.Ñøv€l--ß1n hosted the premiere release of this chapter.

Xenia looked on sipping her mimosa to the side with a smile on her face thinking to herself, “He’s utterly hopeless now. The anxiety and self-doubt have crept in, and they won’t be ignored lightly.”

Felton’s men looked on as he fired shot after shot and missed time and time again. They began to convince themselves that his performance was not unusual, and it was highly likely that Xenia would perform poorly as well. After all, this was an exceptionally challenging event.

Felton fired his tenth shot. His last shot. Not surprisingly, he missed for the last time.

Xenia clapped and mocked him as he stood, “Bravo! Captain Felton, Bravo!”

She took a sip of her drink and proceeded to say, “One single hit, and I kill you all.”

Felton stared her in the eyes, “You still need to connect that one shot. It isn’t as simple as you think. I am a world-class sniper, and I didn’t connect with one target.”

She raised her eyebrows, “Then you won’t mind if I replace the targets down there with your men? I’ll even make you a deal.”

Felton and his men listened intently knowing their lives rode on what she offered next, “I receive one shot attempt on each of you 14 men. If I miss, you walk away with your life even if I win the overall competition. Simple as that.”

She moaned in between kisses and said, “You taste so good. I don’t want to stop tasting you.”

Xenia indulged kissing him for a full minute until she finally stopped and said, “And I don’t think I’ll have to stop just yet.”

She snapped her fingers and called Peter over, “Peter, what part of Captain Felton should we dine on this evening? Choose a part, any part.”

Peter looked to Felton with apologetic eyes and said, “If I must choose...” He hesitated thinking of a muscle group that would be the least painful for Felton and said, “The calf muscles.”

Xenia gave him a disapproving look and sneered, “God. You’re worthless. Go sit down.” She looked back to Felton as Peter walked off, “For his insolence, I think I want to eat your face. The face is full of intricate and delicate muscles. It takes a truly skilled butcher like me to remove them. It’s an art lost even in my culture, but it lives on through me.”

She removed a knife from within her boots and forced Felton to kneel and look up at her. She bloodbent him into a completely still statue as she ran the blade along his cheek playfully, “Are you ready? Let’s begin.”

She then expertly flayed the skin from his face as she exposed nerves, vessels, and muscle to the air.

As she removed each piece of skin, she grew hungrier and hungrier eyeing his fragile facial muscles with a longing desire.

She started to carve out the zygomaticus, masseter, and more; however, she suddenly stopped and whispered to herself, “Why wait?”

She bloodbent him down on his back against the ground and she laid atop him as she began to bite and rip the muscle straight from his face with her teeth. Felton felt excruciating pain as she literally ate him alive directly from his face; however, he was powerless to make even a sound much less a flailing movement. As she continued to eat his facial muscles, the pain continued to eat him alive inside.

She licked his bloody face and took small bites enjoying every second and every minute. Her soldiers watched the gruesome sight without question, and Peter looked on silently. Everyone knew better than to interrupt Xenia BloodStar while she had her fun.

She caressed her hands along some of the exposed bone of his cranium where muscle had been bitten away, and she said, “Thank you for the delicacy.”

Felton barely clung to life from the trauma and blood loss of having his face eaten alive. She folded her hands on his chest and rested her head on them as she gave him a bloody smile, “My ancestors finished this meal off with a special treat of sorts. Would you like to know what it is?”

He was frozen with fear and failed to answer her. She leaned up and said, “Well, I am ready for dessert, and I guess that is all that matters.”

She stood up and looked down at him. She then raised her leg and suddenly stomped the stiletto of her boot through his eye ball and into his brain. He instantly died as she carefully raised her stiletto upwards with the eye ball and brain parenchyma skewered onto it.

She removed her boot carefully, and she then proceeded to wrap her mouth around her entire stiletto heel as she sucked the eye ball and brain off it in one bite. She stood over him chewing the eye and brains until she finally swallowed and let out a refreshing sigh, “Victory always tastes so good.”

She looked to the sea and then to Peter, “The royal guard is no more. Soldiers! Take Pope Peter back to his dungeon cell. Be sure to re-place the void dagger.”

She walked towards Peter and caressed his face, “I don’t want my favorite toy escaping while I’m away.”