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Chapter 1191: Chapter 1191 Nominee
By the time the eighth hour approached, Bella was an absolute, breathtaking mess—completely undone and gloriously ruined.
Thick streams and splatters of Ross’s cum coated her from head to toe: pearly ropes drying in her tangled hair; glistening trails across her flushed cheeks and swollen lips; heavy drips sliding down the curves of her enormous breasts and pooling in the hollow of her throat; smeared across her belly and hips; leaking in slow rivulets from her well-fucked pussy and ass; even streaking the backs of her thighs and the soles of her feet from positions where he’d pulled out at the last second to mark her possessively.
Her skin bore the beautiful evidence of their marathon: dark love bites blooming on her neck, breasts, and inner thighs; pink handprints on her ass from countless spanks; faint red lines from nails and teeth; a sheen of sweat that made her glow like something divine and debauched all at once.
She lay sprawled on the utterly ruined sheets—silk torn, stains everywhere, pillows scattered—chest heaving in shallow, ragged gasps, limbs trembling with aftershocks that still rippled through her hours later.
Her voice was hoarse from screaming, her body deliciously sore despite the immortal strength now knitting itself into her very bones.
Only then, after more than eight exhaustive, transcendent hours of extreme, unrelenting fucking, did Ross finally allow her respite.
He gathered her cum-drenched, trembling form into his powerful arms with surprising gentleness, pulling her close against his chest.
One large hand stroked soothingly down her sticky back, the other cradling her head as he pressed a tender kiss to her temple.
"Sleep now, my beautiful Bella," he whispered, voice rough and satisfied, laced with dark promise. "You’ve taken everything I gave you and more. You were perfect."
She nuzzled weakly into his neck, inhaling the mingled scent of sex, sweat, and something ancient and powerful that was now part of her too.
"Tomorrow night," he continued, lips brushing her ear, "and every night after—for eternity—we begin again. There is so much more I want to teach you."
With those words echoing in her hazy mind, Bella slipped into the deepest, most dreamless slumber of her life—thoroughly claimed, utterly spent, irrevocably changed, and already, in some secret part of her soul, eagerly awaiting the endless pleasures her new immortal existence would bring.
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The baby girl zombie should have reached their location long ago.
Every instinct in her body screamed to strike, to tear through the barriers and exact her revenge.
Yet no matter how close she came, every step forward was in vain.
Each time she drew near, she was instantly yanked back, teleported to the exact spot she had come from.
The endless repetition, the impossibility of escape, made her anger burn hotter than ever.
"Bitch! I’m coming to get you!" she screamed, her voice raw and shrill, echoing through the air like a warning.
She lunged forward, faster and faster, as though sheer speed could break the invisible chains Ross had bound her with.
Her limbs moved with supernatural force, her every muscle straining, fueled by a rage that refused to waver.
Hours passed.
Hours of charging, of futile attempts, of smashing invisible walls that simply would not yield.
Eight hours. Ten hours.
Each effort ended the same way: she was flung back, reset to the beginning of the loop, and forced to start all over again.
Her screams grew louder, harsher, filled with desperation as the monotony of her failure gnawed at her sanity.
Her fury was endless, her power boundless—but even her strength could not overcome the cruel trap.
She thrashed and clawed at the air, at the ground, at anything she could reach, as if lashing out might somehow shatter the invisible prison.
Her tiny body, once fragile, had become a whirlwind of destruction, yet it accomplished nothing.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she roared again, a sound that carried for miles, raw and unfiltered.
The shriek was more than just a call; it was a declaration of frustration, of pain, of unquenchable fury. It rolled across hills, forests, and empty fields, leaving a trail of dread in its wake.
Time had no meaning to her. Hours blurred into one another, each scream blending into the next.
Her anger only grew, a storm that refused to be contained, yet the cruel magic of Ross’s binding refused to yield.
The more she tried, the more she raged, and the more her power—and her hatred—built until it seemed the very world itself trembled at her fury.
Still, her torment would not last for long.
"Found you, bitch!" the zombie girl screamed, her voice shrill with rage and excitement as the space container finally released her.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she could move freely again, closing in on Bella with relentless speed.
Her claws dug into the ground, her muscles tensed with the thrill of the hunt—but what she found instead froze her in place, as if the world itself had slammed to a stop.
Ross was there.
Not just a man, not just a threat—but a living embodiment of death and destruction.
Every instinct in her body screamed at her to flee, to turn and run as far and fast as she could—but her legs refused to obey.
She could only stare, wide-eyed, as the realization struck her: she was completely outmatched.
Her throat constricted, forcing a strangled gasp that barely escaped her lips.
"Ahhhhh..."
She tried to force herself to move, to lunge forward, to attack—but her body was paralyzed by a terror she had never known.
Her eyes drank in every detail: Ross’s bare chest, the way his muscles tensed with lethal potential, the cold, calculated look in his eyes that made her skin crawl.
It was as though he was not seeing her at all as a being, but as a morsel, something to consume, to erase.
She wanted to scream, to open her mouth, to claw her way out of the terror—but even that was denied her.
It was as if her entire body had been frozen, locked in place, every nerve and muscle refusing to obey.
All that remained was Ross, standing at the center of her world, and everything else—the air, the ground, even her own heartbeat—seemed to vanish around him.