Princess Of The Insurgents
/ Princess of the insurgents 54 The beginning of the hun
Women wearing too much make-up seem to be overplaying their role, so exaggerated are their reactions and laughter. They strut their noses in the air, ignoring even the existence of the small staff in charge of holding trays on which are placed various snacks and glasses of alcohol.
The men, bulge their chests. They all try so hard to bring out their virility that Jane, always on the doorstep, hesitates between the word laughable and pathetic.
By capturing the thoughts of all these people who flatter themselves and call themselves friends, Jane is even more disgusted. Hate, contempt, mockery, jealousy, these hypocrites have only the darkest feelings for each other.
Spending the whole evening like this would break her head. Jane, who after her long training is now able to close her mind, decides not to be invaded by all this negativity anymore.
In the words of that traitor of Retiisi who did not accompany her to this place full of ridiculous people, Jane's date should be a certain Sam, something. She doesn't really remember the name of this person, however she remembers his function and the blond man in pink outfit who that's actually walking towards her and matches perfectly with the picture of the one who is going to be her evening rider.
That another world in which Jane does not understand the social conventions seems really complex. Cindy, didn't give a special briefing on the subject. Jane remembers that the tall blonde simply said to her with a smile: "You'll be very surprised at first, but don't worry, you'll get used to it."
Arriving in front of her, the handsome man in the pink tuxedo details Jane without hiding, then after reveling enough in the sight of her body, he takes her hand without permission, before bowing very slightly.
"Miss Ryan, I'm Sam Bern, mayor of the city of Des Moines. I am delighted to be the one to accompany such a beauty on this evening."
Jane, who's not used to interacting with this kind of person that much, forces herself to smile. The 40-year-old man is very handsome, but his outfit is so funny that her laughter threatens to slip out of her mouth. She must not crack. She has to make a good impression, but in front of this huge congregation of clowns gathered in one place, it's not that easy.
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Bern. Could I have some petit fours? I'm sorry, but my day was particularly long and to get to your town on time, I had to miss lunch."
Sam's eyes go down to Jane's breasts which her dress reveals slightly. Feeling her sex hardening, he hesitates to bury his hand in her dress, but knowing the Miss is from the South, he fears she is not as liberated as the girls from the North.
"Don't worry, the festive meal is about to begin. I should add that the actors for today's entertainment will be of the highest quality. Follow me, I'll introduce you to a few people before joining our table."
Small miscellaneous importers, local politicians or mere notables, the people Sam introduces Jane don't seem to have their own personalities. They all talk and act the same exaggerated way.
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Not to mention their strange attitude, Jane, who sees the green moss surrounded by three carrots in the middle of her plate, is upset. She would have liked to ask this Sam, if the cooks weren't mistaken, but the arrival of a man on the small stage prevents her from doing so.
After warm applause, all the guests whose main reason for coming is this show are hung from the mouth of the person on the stage.
"My dear friends, welcome to our monthly friendly meeting. I'll be as brief as possible, because I know you're all anxiously awaiting the show to begin. Today you will have the chance to witness a small live hunting party that will take place in a forest in Romania. The game selected is of the highest quality, so let's wish our hunters good luck. The time has come, so make the most of it and don't forget to enjoy your meal."
No wonder these rich city dwellers to the such a boring life enjoy watching game being slaughtered. At least that's what Jane thinks, until the room was plunged into semi-darkness. As in the case of the Secret Society Hall, the ceiling of the room flashes briefly, before Jane discovers a huge expanse of trees.
The distant forest becomes more and more big, until the first tree trunks can be seen. The satellite zooms in again, then the downward shot is replaced by one taken in the very heart of the forest.
When the slightly curved walls flash in turn, Jane, surprised, drops her fork. It is then the turn of the ground, to send back the image of the place where the hunting party will take place.
Immersed in the heart of this screen that surrounds her and gives a very strange effect, quite comparable to a virtual environment, Jane has the feeling of being currently sitting in the middle of these tall trees.
Still under the strong emotion caused by this change of scenery, Jane doesn't realize until it's too late that Sam's hand is caressing her thigh. The pink candy smiles at her and he brings his lips close to Jane's ear.
"Don't worry, Miss Ryan, you'll soon get used to it. So that you don't get too frightened, I'll keep my reassuring hands on you. In this way you will feel my presence and you will know that I am at your side."
Does a mere mayor of Des Moines count as part of her mission (to make friends?)
"Jane, you'll have to act under the circumstances, but remember you'll have to do everything you can to make friends among the important people."
These words of this so-called lover... No doubt that damn Cindy sold it to people whose behavior is too eccentric for her to comprehend them.
Jane's anger, which feels Sam's hand coming and going on her thigh, dissipates when she feels herself being propelled forward. This feeling lasts only for a moment and yet Jane's head is spinning.
Around her, the environment is always the same. Overcast skies, trees and ferns, but in front of her, fifteen men and two women in camouflage outfits have appeared. These people who are presumably on standby have as their only weapons axes, knives or old swords that look like they have just come out of a museum.
This time she feels her body being propelled to the right. A little groggy, it takes her a few seconds to locate the trapdoor in the ground, which after a small (click) opens on a metal ladder.
Seeing a young man appearing less than 15 feet away from her, who according to the surprise expressed by his face, probably doesn't know what he's doing here, Jane guesses that it will be the hunters' game that she quickly saw.
If this was three years ago, she wouldn't have been able contain her anger and would take great pleasure in killing everyone who revels in the coming slaughter, but today, knowing the stakes, she picks up her fork and silently swallows a bite of her food suddenly became tasteless.
Chapter end
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