Continuation.
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Mercy resisted, but the Countess's powerful kisses hadn't slipped away yet. She was conscious of Mercy's past: the obsession with Mary Sibley's witchcraft; a deal with Mary Sibley; betrayal of the same Mary Sibley. After moving away from Mercy, the Countess realized she could use the witch for her own purposes. Mercy stared at her incomprehensibly, often blinking with inflamed eyes.
- I won't charge you a high price, Mercy. Unless you serve me in something. Agreed?
It was as if she nodded under the influence of a nutcase, and the Countess stole it.
Mercy Lewis is back to normal. Her skin was shining again as it used to be. There was no sign of burns. Countess Marburg healed her with Dolly's virgin blood, which was caught by the Countess's people together with Isaac who had fled.
Dolly was dying tied to the Countess's bathroom ceiling, watching naked Mercy and Ingrid bathe in her blood. The Countess gently washed Mercy's body with blood and a normal human skin appeared in the place of the burns.
Merci smiled with joy. By the time the last drop of blood flowed out of Dolly's lifeless body, the Countess had wiped Mercy with a towel and led her to the mirror.
- See? Now, do you believe me? - Ingrid asked, standing behind Mercy's back.
She looked at her old face with her long, refreshed hair in a reflection, and smiled.
- It's... it's beautiful! - exclaimed Mercy, touching her face and hair with her fingers. - You're just a magician, Your Highness! - She turned around and hugged the countess.
- Finish thanking me," Ingrid gently removed the girl from her naked body. - I didn't just give you back your look. Remember that.
Mercie stumbled and looked away:
- Of course, I understand. So what do you need in return?
Ingrid wrapped herself in a towel and sat down aboard the bath.
- Simple. Getting me young virgins. Get it?
- Do you like bloody baths?
- Yes, Merci. They support my youth. You can't do without them now, too.
Mercie dumped herself in the mirror and realized that now it is unlikely to free herself from the Countess of Marburg in her life.
* * *
Mercy lured young virgins and even children to the Countess, luring them with an apple and a radiant appearance. She bathed in their blood every day, which pissed off Sebastian, the Countess's son. He liked Merci. She called herself his queen and eventually began to go mad with love for the young sorcerer.
Mercy even got naked and crawled into his bed, but Sebastian drove her out of the room, saying he didn't need her.
- Who are you? - He shouted. - My mother's miserable toy and a pitiful fit! A mongrel and mongrelly creature, following all her orders! You are insignificant! You are miserable! Who will look at you if you don't even have a word of your own? You are my mother's dog, no more! Get out! Don't let me see you in my bedroom again! - He grabbed Mercy, naked, and pushed her to fall. Sebastian pointed at the door. - Get out! Get out!
After a trace, Mercy left Sebastian's room and never went in there again. She was thinking about what the guy had said until she realized he was right. She was not afraid to tell the Countess of Marburg that she was right.
She boiled with rage and slapped the girl with a slap call.
- How dare you say that to me? Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Since she's so lucid, go away, get out of here! - Ingrid grabbed Mercy and pushed her out the door. - Get out! Ungrateful crap! Get out of my sight! If I ever see you again, I won't spare you! Out! Get out of your own shit if you're so smart!
The door closed in front of Mercy. She was standing there looking at the door as if she was hoping the countess would let her back in. But no.
- Fine! I'll do it myself! - She mumbled and went to look for a new home.
* * *
Merci wasn't left alone. Possessing witchcraft, she became the mistress of a brothel and things got along. Mercy dressed up, looked sexy, and spun her establishment.
Tired travelers went into her brothel, drank with the caresses of the girls and left no sickly tips. The girls gave their own blood to their mistress. They worshipped Mercy, worshipped her. Merci began a new life.
She left her grudge against Mary Sibley and tried not to cross paths with her in Salem.
More often than not, she would sit in her bedroom, look out the window and reflect on her future plans. A new councilor, Hawthorne, appeared in Salem. He once visited the Mercy Brothel with suspicions that the place should be closed. It spoils the situation in the city.
It seemed strange to Mercy.
To be continued...