Bab 6: Magellan
A wave of heat slammed into them as they stepped onto Level IV – The Blazing Hell. It felt like walking into a furnace, the air shimmering with distortion from the oppressive heat. But Magnus, a shield of telekinetic energy shimmering around him, remained completely unfazed. Sadi, sweat trickling down her temples despite the distance maintained by his power, gritted her teeth.
"Move fast," sir, she rasped, her voice rough from the dry air. "Magellan will be preoccupied with the chaos."
Magnus grunted in agreement, a flicker of frustration crossing his features.
Even with his incredible powers, the lack of freedom gnawed at him. He wasn't one for idle displays, but the weight of being a prisoner kept his usual stoicism in check.
Their hurried march kicked up dust devils in the desolate landscape. Debris – shattered stone and twisted metal – littered the once-torturous floor, testament to the recent destruction. An unsettling silence hung heavy, a stark contrast to the usual symphony of screams that echoed from this level.
"Well, that's…a change," Magnus observed, a dry chuckle escaping his lips.
Memories flickered – his forceful arrival at Impel Down, the descent through each level…seeing the ravaged landscape sparked a dark amusement.
They pressed on, quickly reaching Level III – The Starvation Hell.
Sadi, her steps light despite the unforgiving terrain, led him down a hidden passage – a secret undoubtedly gleaned from her years as Impel Down's Chief Guard.
Emerging into a shadowed alcove, the air hung heavy with the scent of damp stone and forgotten dreams. Sadi, her orange hair cascading down her back like molten lava, swiftly stripped off her torn uniform, revealing a sight that caught even Magnus's breath for a moment. He had fucked her, marked every corner of her naked body, and yet this uniform made him rock hard again.
Her new outfit was a masterpiece of audacity – black leather that molded to her unique figure, accentuated by silver chains that clinked with a seductive rhythm as she moved. Strategically placed cutouts teased glimpses of creamy skin, a stark contrast to the dark leather. It was an outfit designed for dominance, a dominatrix's uniform that whispered of forbidden pleasures.
"For you, sir," she said, her voice a husky whisper as she offered him a set of clothes.
A telltale blush stained her cheeks, a flicker of something more complex lurking in her gaze as
Magnus met her eyes with a questioning look.
The explanation wouldn't come. These clothes, flamboyant and outrageous with their crimson accents and excessive buckles, were meant for Magellan, the very man who had ignored her affection. Now, as Magnus's slut, everything she possessed – including herself – belonged to him.
Magnus, however, wasn't interested in her past or the silent drama that played out behind her luminous eyes.
He took the clothes without a word, the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. The outfit, though flashy, oddly complemented his strong physique, the crimson accents mirroring the glint of defiance in his eyes.
Leaving the secret haven behind, they continued their trek, their steps echoing in the oppressive silence. The air crackled with tension as they rounded a corner...coming face-to-face with Magellan, his imposing figure blocking the path forward!
"!!" Magnus was startled.
He had failed to sense the warden, but then again, he realized his senses were more dulled than he expected. Being imprisoned for so long had affected him in ways he hadn't anticipated. He silently resolved to train his Haki and not to become overly reliant on it.
"WHAT?! Another escapee!?"
The warden's booming voice echoed through the vast hall.
His jaw slackened as his eyes fell on Magnus. Recognition flickered across his face – a Level VI prisoner, a man so enigmatic that even his identity remained a mystery even to him. Who knows what crime he had committed for such censure!
But then, his gaze shifted to Sadi. Confusion warred with his usual stoicism.
"Sadi!?"
He rumbled, his voice heavy with disbelief.
"Why are you with him? Did he force…?"
Before he could finish the accusation, Sadi stepped forward, her fiery orange hair swaying with her resolute stride. Gone was the meekness she displayed before him.
Now, she held her head high, a flicker of defiance playing in her obsidian eyes.
"This is my master," she declared, her voice ringing with newfound authority, "Magnus D. Gale."
She gestured towards him, the silver chains on her dominatrix outfit clinking melodically. "We need to leave. So step aside... please."
She whispered the last word, hoping to avoid a confrontation with the man she had admired much of her life.
"YOU!!"
Magellan's face contorted in a mask of fury.
Betrayal.
Not just of the prison, but of him.
A pang of something deeper, a buried affection for Sadi, twisted in his gut. He had harboured a silent admiration for the fiery guard, a yearning he'd kept at bay due to his duty. But now, she stood before him, a slave to this criminal, his gaze locked on Magnus with a burning intensity.
The air crackled with unspoken tension, a storm brewing between the two men. Before Magellan could react further, a torrent of emerald poison surged from his hand, aimed directly at Sadi. But it never reached her.
In a blur of motion, Magnus flicked his wrist, an invisible barrier deflecting the venomous attack.
SSSSHHHHH!
The air screamed as Magellan's poison slammed into the wall behind Sadi. It sizzled and ate away at the stone, leaving a crater that glowed with an eerie green light.
Sadi, her heart pounding in her chest, watched in awe as Magnus took a step forward, his powerful form radiating a dangerous calm.
This wasn't a mere act of protection; it was a possessive gesture, a silent declaration that Sadi was his treasure. And a pirate always guards his treasures...
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