The warden who guards the witches

The next day, Ophelia stayed in her cell, restless and in a state of panic.

After being caught, Aiden did not throw her into the detention room, but had her sent back to her own cell No. 8.

Based on her understanding of Aiden, the man would never let her go.

Participating in the riot and attempting to murder the warden, this is definitely not something that can be solved by a few days of detention and a longer sentence.

If she could escape from this prison by drilling into the toilet now, to be honest, she would not mind at all.

After a while, she heard the sound of the core area door opening, and her heart sank.

Forget it, what is coming will always come, it is a blessing, not a disaster, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided.

She made up her mind in her heart that no matter what Aiden did to her next, she would never frown.

At least, she had to keep her dignity as a blood prince!

So, a few seconds later...

"Ophelia, it's time to settle accounts."

Aiden appeared in front of the cell door and shouted to the inside.

When he saw the scene in the cell, he was silent for a moment, and then he couldn't help rolling his eyes: "What are you doing hiding in the quilt?"

At a glance, there was no one in the cell, only the quilt was bulging and shaking slightly, obviously hiding someone.

"I, I'm not here!"

Because she was covered in the quilt, Ophelia's voice sounded muffled.

"Don't evade reality, you have to pay the price for breaking the rules. You were so arrogant yesterday, is it fun to admit your weakness to me now?" Aiden opened the cell door with a smile and knocked on the railing, "Hurry up, are you still a blood prince like this?"

This sentence woke Ophelia up again. Anyway, she couldn't avoid it, and she couldn't die. She just made up her mind to confront the warden head-on. How could she be so easily afraid?

Thinking of this, she was furious, and she lifted the quilt and stood up, staring at the door: "Okay, come on, I'm afraid of you--"

She choked when she said this.

Because she saw Aiden standing sideways by the door, pointing calmly at a cross: "Very good, then go up by yourself!"

At this moment, Ophelia felt a little weak in the knees.

"You... tell me what you are going to do first?" She asked Aiden tentatively, completely losing her momentum just now.

"Don't you know what you want to do? I told you when you escaped from prison before." Aiden said while rubbing his hands.

Ophelia then remembered that when she wanted to fight with Aiden during the prison escape, Aiden had threatened her:

"If you dare to do it, after I catch you this time, I will tie you to the cross, stuff your mouth with garlic, and then throw you under the sun for a day."

Ophelia suddenly felt the blood in her body run cold.

"You're not... serious, are you?" Her voice was trembling.

"People should keep their word. If I say I'll let you bask in the sun, then I will definitely bask in the sun." Aiden patted the cross and said, "You're so active in making trouble, and you look so ugly when you're punished. It's hard for me to deal with this."

At this moment, Ophelia finally remembered the fear of being dominated by the warden and the humiliation of being imprisoned in the Rose Iron Prison.

"I don't want it!!!" Ophelia grabbed the iron bed in despair, no longer caring about dignity.

"Pull her out." Aiden turned his head and ordered Veronica behind him.

"Yes."

Veronica strode into the cell and walked over, mercilessly pried Ophelia's hands apart, carried her and walked out.

"I don't want to go to the execution ground! No! Let me go! No! Wow wow wow!!"

Ophelia struggled desperately, but without the blessing of magic, she really had no chance of winning against Veronica.

Veronica grabbed her effortlessly and tied her hands and feet to the cross, like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Then, Aiden stuffed the spout of a kettle into Ophelia's mouth. Ophelia subconsciously tried to break free, but she soon discovered that what was poured into her mouth was not some dangerous holy water, but blood - although it was not human blood, but the pig blood collected from the slaughterhouse that she usually drank in this prison.

Aiden took away the water bag after filling her with a few sips, and Ophelia looked at her in confusion.

"Don't get me wrong, it's the last meal of execution. I'll give you some blood first. If you can't hold on later, you can at least be a full ghost." Aiden smiled at her, "But I think it should be okay. Vampires above the earl can more or less resist the damage of the sun. You, the prince, will definitely not die."

After saying that, he put away the kettle of blood and took out a garlic from his pocket.

Ophelia's scalp suddenly went numb: "Hey, you don't really want to..."

"No link can be missed." Aiden took out a garlic head from his pocket and began to peel it by himself.

The smell of raw garlic drifted over. This smell was nothing to humans, but it was really a strong stench to vampires.

"Can you be a human being?" Ophelia felt that she was not feeling well.

"Stop talking nonsense and open your mouth honestly." Aiden took a few peeled garlics and said to Ophelia kindly, "Come on, ah——"

Ophelia clenched her teeth and pursed her lips, turning her head away.

"Tickle her." Aiden said to Veronica.

"Yes."

Veronica continued to faithfully carry out Aiden's orders, reaching out from behind to aim at Ophelia's armpits and scratching them hard.

Because her hands were tied, Ophelia had no way to dodge and could only let the other party ravage her armpits.

The sense of touch of a vampire's body is not much different from that of a human. At first, she persisted for a while, but after a few seconds, she began to twist her body restlessly. When Veronica continued to increase her strength, she finally couldn't help laughing: "Puff, hahahaha... um! Mmm--"

Her laughter stopped abruptly, because Aiden quickly stuffed all the peeled garlic into her mouth, and then pasted a piece of tape.

Although vampires don't need to breathe, Ophelia still felt suffocated at this moment. The strong smell of raw garlic filled her mouth and nose, and she almost fainted.

But if she swallowed the garlic, she could also foresee that her stomach would be upset, and the blood she had just drunk would definitely pour out.

"Drag her away." Aiden waved his hand.

Two riot police came forward and dragged Ophelia, who rolled her eyes, out of the core area.

The prisoners in the core area stood in front of the door and watched the public execution without saying a word, even the prisoner who usually made the most noise.

On this day, the prisoners in the core area fully understood the cruelty of the prison boss.