The meat wasn't very good, at all. James tried to make a fire to roast it, but he couldn't get the rocks to spark on the wood he brought back to the cave.
The wood was wet because James couldn't swim and hold it above his head at the same time.
He tried to rub it between his hands like he'd seen in those survival shows, but he failed to make that work as well.
He kept eating the raw meat though, trying to distract his now racing thoughts with the horrid taste.
When he started gagging, he realized he couldn't put off the inevitable and started to think.
'Shit. shit. shit. What do I do.. I'm completely screwed..'
He then darkly chuckled as he realized the double meaning of his words.
'I can't do anything!'
He tore at his hair and started hyperventilating.
He was on the edge of a full blown panic attack until he slapped his face with his palms.
'Calm down. Shits already happened and gone this far, I can't cry about it forever.
Do I just go back and use my skill and kill everyone that was present..? No. Diana deserves something worse than death for what she did to me.
And my mother.. that fucking coward. What happened to her overprotective nature? She didn't look like she wanted to participate, but at the end she was about to..'
He shook his head.
'No. She was never overprotective. Just possessive. It seems everyone thinks I'm some toy to be used at their discretion.'
He breathed out a deep sigh and tilted his head back against the wall he was leaning against.
The beginnings of a plan took hold.
'This.. this could work. But damn it, I wish I used [Identify] and saw what class that woman is. Then at the very least I could eliminate some variables.'
The rush of the waterfall was loud as James contemplated, but his enhanced senses still picked up on the rustle of movement outside the cave.
'How?! Shit, I didn't think I'd be caught so fast.'
It looked like the four Troth guards had been sent to retrieve him, with some help. There were currently twelve armored forms surrounding his hiding place.
James's mind raced with panic at his predicament.
'I need a little more time… I wonder if..'
James stopped hesitating as he activated his new skill he received from Diana Troth. His class had activated after he came on himself during her second pounding.
He was ashamed to admit it, but her tool had hit a very nice spot, deep inside him.
Her face was vivid in his mind recalling the scene. Her grin was wicked as she bent down and sucked his load off his body.
He smacked himself as he grew a little turned on.
'Stop fooling around you idiot!'
[Skill: Shadow Meld (Level 19)]
Description: Use the power of the shadows and conceal yourself from prying eyes. Once activated, user is almost undetectable for a period of 5 seconds (x level of skill). Cooldown: 2 hours
Skill bonus duration: 1:35 minutes (Level 19)
James was taken aback as he looked at his camouflaged skin. He stood still for a second and his body seemed to be invisible as it darkened and blended in with his surroundings.
A couple guards seemed to notice him as he slowly climbed into the water and pointed.
James stopped moving and soon he saw them shaking their heads as if they were mistaken.
He grinned a little as he swam beneath the surface. Some of the guards had left the edge of the water and began making their way towards the cave.
He swam over to the least likely place he could've been, where the guards just were, and made his way out of the water.
He shivered a little as the sun fought off the chill of his impromptu bath.
He looked and saw none of the guards had even turned his way.
James was feeling a little optimistic now as he disappeared into the woods.
'Thank you for giving me one the tools to bring you down, Diana. I'll see you soon.'
James was careful as he walked along, his head on a swivel to see if he had any pursuers.
The sun had started to drift down in the sky as he broke another tree line and spotted high stone walls in the distance.
He hadn't fully ironed out his plan, but he was close.
'Let's see if I can get any inspiration for my revenge..'
James was still very naked as he walked up to the gate. Hungry eyes roamed his body and he tensed a little.
Not because he was embarrassed, he had discarded that particular emotion long ago. He hadn't fully recovered from the abuse he had suffered and didn't think he would for a long time.
He directly walked up to the front of the que and announced himself.
"I'm Prince James Cromwell, as you can see I'm in need of some clothes. Could I borrow one of you ladies to guide me..?"
He layed on the charm with a handsome smile.
The six women at this post all volunteered immediately.
He stuck his finger out at random and pointed.
"You'll do."
The women, who's face was covered by a metal helm, pumped her fist in the air as the other guards slumped.
Her voice was a booming baratone as she she introduced herself.
"M-my Prince! I'm sergeant Julie White, please follow me and I'll guide you to where you want to go."
James just nodded and gestured with his hand.
"The best tailor in Blackwell isn't too far away! Please, follow me!"
This town reminded James a lot of Creekrock and James smiled a little as he walked.
A couple shops caught his eye and he knew he'd be paying a visit to them before leaving.
Before long, a drooling middle aged woman had him outfitted in very comfortable clothes. He gave her 9 gold from his inventory for the trouble.
James's shopping spree continued for a little while longer as he perused the various shops.
"120 gold! Why does it cost so much!?"
James was in disbelief as he looked at the woman behind the counter.
"I-I'm sorry my Prince.. but with the cost of ingredients these days.."
James held up a hand to cut her off as he thought.
'I have to have this! This would be the icing on top, for my revenge! I wonder if she'll accept other forms of payment… sorry Emily. This is just business.'
It took some effort but the woman finally agreed, with a catch.
"Okay! But it has to be my daughter, I'm too old for another child.."
James tought about her counter proposal.
"Hmm.. how old is she.. I'm not really into doing this anymore if she's too young."
"She's 18 my Prince. She'll be taking over the shop in a few years."
"Alright, we have a deal."
James shook hands with her and was directed to the back where a petite girl sat at a table, grinding some type of ingredients with a mortar and pestle.
She was absolutely shocked as her mother explained what they had just agreed to.
Her shock turned to shyness and she started undressing on the spot.
She had a quiet voice.
"Please be gentle.. and thank you for this opportunity my Prince.."