He knew exactly where Eloise's sensitive spots were, and with just a few strokes, he had her trembling with convulsions all over her body. A small stream of water erupted from Eloise's vagina, easily reaching orgasm, while Isidore also ejaculated inside her.
Isidore released her limbs and helped her straighten the disheveled clothes. After the effects of the tonic in the alcohol wore off, Eloise finally returned to her normal state and noticed Octavius, unconscious in the corner of the room.
"Oh my, when did he get there?" A wave of shameful heat rushed to Eloise's cheeks.
"Two minutes ago," Isidore said calmly. "He fainted as soon as we got out." She now understood why he had been rushing things so quickly; he ran over in a few steps and gently shook Octavius. Perhaps it was the punishment combined with her exhaustion, leaving her in a deep swoon.
Eloise, feeling the fatigue now creeping up on her, asked, "Where are we? What do we do next?" Isidore shifted his gaze from Octavius's face to hers and simply said, "Let us rest nearby for the night."
The mess scattered all around... Eloise opened her mouth, then closed it again. It was better to leave it to him to handle. Stepping outside, she realized they were in an abandoned building, deep in the mountains. Fortunately, there was a highway ahead, and within less than an hour, they reached a small town.
The town wasn't large, but there was a roadside inn for travelers. Isidore booked a room, then went back to the car and woke Eloise, who was sleeping soundly in the passenger seat. He had booked two rooms: one for Octavius, and one for the two of them.
Eloise asked, "Why didn't you book three rooms?" He replied, "No money." She didn't believe that for a second. Octavius still hadn't woken up. Eloise looked at him lying in bed and sighed before closing the door. "He's pitiful too. His brother is too irresponsible to escape for his life."
Isidore said nothing, his lips curling into a faint smile of sarcasm. "Have you ever wondered," he asked, "why it is that the moment he appears, you are the one who gets kidnapped?" Eloise furrowed her brows.
He stated the facts methodically, "Moreover, the kidnapping went unusually smoothly. The timing and location, which should have been coincidental, were executed with precision, as if premeditated. And those two kidnappers—remarkably—they didn't inflict any real harm on either of you..."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Eloise interrupted him. She understood the implication in his words, but she had never considered, nor did she wish to entertain the thought, that Octavius could be a part of the scheme. Isidore smiled. "Nothing, just wait until tomorrow morning, and I'll show you a magic trick."
Such nonsense. Eloise turned and went back to her room, took a quick shower, and lay down on the bed. She was soon enveloped in a steady embrace. She snuggled in, and they slept soundly until dawn, waking to the faint sound of bird singing out from downstairs.
After finishing her wash, Eloise went to knock on Octavius's door, but there was no answer. "He's probably still asleep," she muttered. She said to Isidore behind her. Isidore shrugged. "I'm starving. Let's go downstairs and grab something to eat."
Eloise, rarely lacking an appetite, forced herself to eat a little. After Isidore finished, she went to the stall and got Octavius a serving of bread to take back to his room. Walking ahead, she muttered quietly, as if speaking to herself, "I know your world is complicated, but I still think Octavius is just a simple college student."
A large hand reached from behind to gently tousle her hair, and a faint sigh drifted past her ear.
Isidore opened Octavius's room door. It was dark inside, and Octavius was lying in bed, his head covered by a blanket. Isidore took the bag from her hand, signaling for her to stay at the door and not come in. Then, with leisurely steps, he walked toward the bed.
The name he uttered made Eloise's eyes widen in shock. "Lysander, how long are you going to sleep?" What greeted him was the sound of a gunshot piercing through the blanket.
Isidore, well-prepared, swiftly sidestepped and crouched down, pressing his hand firmly on a specific spot under the blanket. With a slight exertion of force, a gun tumbled out onto the floor. He lifted the blanket, revealing Lysander's face, and smiled at Eloise. "How did you like my magic trick?"
Eloise saw that familiar face, once so comforting, and felt as if she had plunged into an ice-cold cavern. Lysander, no slouch himself, twisted out of his restraints and engaged Isidore in a fierce struggle, though he was slightly at a disadvantage.
During the fight, Isidore mocked coldly, "Lysander, from the assassination last time, to the kidnapping, and now this switching scheme, setting up such a big plot to kill me — even if you get the money, can you cover the costs?"
Lysander chuckled. "It is every citizen's duty to rid the world of evil." Isidore snorted and smiled. "A cold-hearted lawyer who earns money from anything — what qualification do you have to say such things? You'd be better off telling me who's behind all this. I might spare you, and your brother."
He had sensed something amiss from the start. The reason he willingly walked into this trap was to bait Lysander out, and from there, follow the trail to uncover the person behind the recent attempts on his life, who would stop at nothing to take it.
"How credible are your words?" Lysander dodged Isidore's elbow strike. "And, who do you think wants you dead the most? You probably don't know, do you? Oh, maybe you really don't, because so many people hate you."
Isidore's face darkened, and he became more ruthless. "Other than running your mouth, what else do you have?" Lysander raised his voice, "Who says I don't? Elly, pick up the gun on the floor, point it at Isidore, and fire. I'll split the money with you and let you live the life of your dreams, traveling the world."
Isidore's back stiffened, his teeth clenched as he threw a punch. The blow struck the wardrobe, and the wooden panel shattered. "What nonsense are you talking?" Lysander, still catching his breath with lingering fear, let out a mocking laugh. "Elly, don't you believe me? I've been so honest with you, you've seen it all, haven't you?"
With a deafening crash, Isidore kicked the corner of the bed, shattering it. Lysander's words were meant to disturb his mind, and they had worked all too well. His gaze was crimson, and every punch aimed for death.
Lysander dodged clumsily, but his mouth never stopped. "Eloise, what are you hesitating for? You can't bring yourself to do it, can you? Should I tell you what this bastard did to his own father to help you make up your mind?"
His words touched upon the past Isidore had always avoided. His eyes darkened, and with a growl like a cornered wolf, he shouted, "Eloise, get out!" However, Eloise bit her lip and stood still, not moving. "Lysander, tell me."
