Chapter 4: I Am the God of Hellfire, Part 4

Sam dreamed of Violet and Christina worshipping his cock and balls. It was a pleasant dream. And, even better, it didn't result in a morning incident, just an uncomfortable erection pointing toward the bed. The erection disappeared immediately. Sam focused entirely on his murderous thoughts with complete ease.

The housekeeper would die soon. He had grand plans, and this was the first step to making them a reality. He wished he had a supernatural power on his side, but he believed he could brutally kill her with his bare hands if necessary. He wouldn't even flinch.

But Satan had asked him to make it look like an accident. Orchestrating that accident would be more difficult. He had to investigate the mansion and think things through carefully. It was the first step, but if he screwed it up, that bitch would bury all his ambitions.

Sam had no intention of failing before crossing the starting line.

To begin with, he had to make that dream with Violet and Christina come true. Although in his dream, Christina had had bigger breasts. Sam smiled.

He was a man, after all.

The Wright mansion was quite large. Five floors, countless hallways and rooms. It shouldn't be difficult to kill someone without being detected. Especially if it was a mere housekeeper whom no one would miss. On the other hand, he didn't even know her name, much less her routine. Even if he retained the memories of this body, of this Sam, he doubted he would have known much more.

And since she was a nobody, investigating her would be suspicious. He immediately thought of the perfect excuse, but ideally, no one would suspect in the first place. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to assume a servant had been murdered if something happened to her hours or days after a nobleman started showing too much interest in her.

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He wandered through the mansion hoping to find the housekeeper and that none of his sisters would come looking for affection, because he had plenty of that to give. He still hadn't completely calmed down after that dream. Anyway, he was in a fantasy world in the medieval era with magic (like most fantasy worlds these days). The things he was thinking about weren't exactly taboo. Maybe it wouldn't be hard to break her resistance...

He was starting to get distracted again. All in due time, he thought. Otherwise, he would be left empty-handed.

He found the housekeeper. She was cleaning someone's room, alone. He heard voices in the distance, but no one would stop him from going in there and doing whatever he wanted with her. Sam licked his lips as if what he intended was to take advantage of her, not kill her.

She was a mature woman of great attractiveness, but he wasn't going to sleep with someone who would soon be dead.

Sam approached the housekeeper from behind, without announcing his presence. With just a glance around the room, he could see many ways to kill quickly and silently, but it had to be an accident. The idea of killing someone excited him almost as much as making his sisters submit to him sexually. But he would restrain himself.

The housekeeper finally noticed his presence, even though, of course, he had closed the door after entering. She jumped.

"Oh, Mr. Samuel. Happy... Happy birthday, sir. Do you need something from me?"

Sam smiled at her. He hoped it was a pleasant smile given how attractive this body was.

"First of all, remind me of your name."

"Annabelle, sir."

"Ah, yes." It was annoying not to have memories. He was going to apologize for forgetting her name, but immediately bit his tongue, wondering if the other Sam had been that kind of person. Well, from what he knew (which was nothing), he had messed up just by approaching a servant on his own and talking to her like a normal person. Anyway, he couldn't stumble around in the dark for the rest of his life. He had to choose a direction. "Sorry for forgetting. I'll remember."

"You don't need to apologize, my lord. I'm just a humble servant."

"Yeah. Well, I need you to humbly do me a small favor."

Annabelle squirmed, uncomfortable.

"Sir, if you want my body or anything, it's yours. But I already told you I can't search your father's room." She lowered her head. "I beg you, understand me. If they catch me, I'm dead."

Oh, interesting. So this wasn't their first personal conversation. The other Sam had known her and had his own plans. Of course. The eighteen years before his arrival couldn't be a blank page.

In any case, it was interesting.

I Am the God of Hellfire, Part 4: END