Chapter 69 Would They Regret It

Leona's POV The contraption resembled a carousel horse, but its tail and limbs were articulated. Two ring-like stirrups hung from its front legs, while its back was painted a garish scarlet. Its eyes, daubed in solid black, lent it the malevolent look of a monster from a mythology. Eamon flipped a switch, and the horse's legs began a mechanical motion. As they moved, the back pitched and rolled in a violent, jarring rhythm. What was more unsettling was its gaping mouth, which seemed to contain a small speaker. It emitted a simulated neigh sound that was shrill and grating. Eamon stroked the horse's neck with a disturbing tenderness, as if it were a cherished relic. He murmured, his words hovering between addressing me and talking to himself. "Oh, my precious. This is such a magnificent invention. Only fools fail to appreciate you. True nobility, those with real taste, understand its brilliance." "Watching them struggle, then yield to the ride and reach that peak of ecstasy only t