Chapter 66 — Contracts, Blood and Silence

◽The Next Day◽◽Friday, 26 August 2050◽
Psyc returned early in the morning with Ingrid.Hedda spotted them in the hallway and chuckled.
「The bridal carry? Wow… aren’t you a gentleman, Maryson.」Hedda gave them a knowing look.Psyc chuckled.「What makes you say that, Aunt Hedda?」「You two signed the marriage contract before you went to do what you did, didn’t you?」Hedda smirked.Ingrid sighed, then giggled.「Leave it to you to figure that out.」Hedda’s expression turned serious.「Men du vet at siden du ikke var den utvalgte datteren under militisk lov, er det ikke bindende, ikke sant?」(“But you do know that since you weren’t the chosen daughter under Militian law, it isn’t binding, right?”)Ingrid matched her tone.「Mor, det vet jeg. Men hvem sa at jeg har tenkt å flytte til Militia?」(“Mother, I know. But who said I’m planning to move to Militia?”)Hedda laughed softly.「Åh.」(“Oh.”) She smiled, amused.「Bare ikke gå helt av hengslene, greit?」(“Just don’t go too crazy, alright?”) Her smile turned wicked.「Faren din sover fortsatt.」(“Your father is still sleeping.”)Ingrid’s laugh was sinister at its core.「Ikke bekymre deg, mor. Vi skal oppføre oss.」(“Don’t worry, Mother. We’ll behave.”)
◽30 Minutes Later◽
The Larsen family ate breakfast— awkwardly.Because in Ingrid’s room,she and Psyc were having sex again.And between her moans, all she said—in Bokmål—was:Oh my god Psyc… hard… don’t stop… harder… harder…
◽In the Dining Room◽
Emil sat there seething.「Er du fornøyd nå, Hedda? Er du fornøyd, for se på henne—hun respekterer ingen i dette huset lenger.」(“Are you happy now, Hedda? Happy? Because look at her—she doesn’t respect anyone in this house anymore.”)Hedda replied calmly.「Hva? Hun signerte ekteskapskontrakten, så under norsk lov er hun hans lovlige kone.」(“What? She signed the marriage contract, so under Norwegian law she’s his legal wife.”) She chuckled.「Du kan ikke akkurat stoppe et par som er på bryllupsreise.」(“You can’t exactly stop a couple on their honeymoon.”)Emil slammed his hand down.「Tch… så du bare aksepterer at datteren vår ble horen til sønnen av din døde venn?」(“So you’re just going to accept that our daughter became the whore of your dead friend’s son?”)Hedda’s gaze hardened.「Pass munnen din, Emil. Hadde det ikke vært for grådigheten til deg og dine politikervenner, ville ikke Norge vært det søppelhullet det er nå—og datteren vår ville ikke vært slik.」(“Watch your mouth, Emil. If it weren’t for the greed of you and your politician friends, Norway wouldn’t be the dump it is now—and our daughter wouldn’t be like this.”)She leaned in.「Hvis Maryson finner ut den egentlige grunnen til at jeg ble skadet, og den virkelige årsaken til at Ingrid ble voldtatt da hun var yngre—tro meg, du og vennene dine ville ikke overlevd det han gjør.」(“If Maryson finds out the real reason I was hurt, and the real reason Ingrid was raped when she was younger—trust me, you and your friends wouldn’t survive what he’d do.”)Emil stiffened.「Truer du meg med ham nå?」(“Are you threatening me with him now?”)Hedda clicked her tongue.「Tsk, tsk, tsk… Emil, en trussel kan drepe deg. Maryson kan faktisk drepe deg. Så oppfør deg.」(“A threat might kill you, Emil. Maryson can actually kill you. So behave yourself.”)She returned to her meal.【Det er avgjort. Jeg må fortelle dem hva som skjer.】(“It’s decided. I have to tell them what’s going on.”) Emil stood.「Tch… jeg stopper dette selv.」(“Tch… I’ll stop this myself.”)「Det kan du ikke.」(“You can’t.”) Hedda laughed as he left.Aksel looked at his mother.「Er du sikker på dette, mor?」(“Are you sure about this, Mother?”)「Ja. Du ville at Norge skulle bli som før igjen, ikke sant?」(“Yes. You wanted Norway to return to what it once was, didn’t you?”)Aksel nodded.「Det vil jeg. Men hvordan skal Maryson få til det?」(“I do. But how will Maryson achieve that?”)Hedda smiled cruelly.「Det er enkelt. De som drepte moren hans vil heller la ham gjøre som han vil enn å risikere at han starter verdenskrig nummer fire.」(“It’s simple. The people who killed his mother would rather let him do whatever he wants than risk him starting World War Four.”)「Så Aksel… hva tror du de kommer til å velge?」(“So, Aksel… what do you think they’ll choose?”)Aksel gasped.「Det første alternativet.」(“The first option.”)
Then quietly—
「Er han virkelig så sterk?」(“Is he really that strong?”)Hedda laughed.「Norges genmodifiserte soldater ble laget av hans sterkt fortynnede blod og forskningen fra eksperimentene gjort på ham—eksperimentene som førte til Marys død. Så ja, sønn… han er så sterk.」(“Norway’s genetically modified soldiers were made from his heavily diluted blood and the research from the experiments done on him—the ones that led to Mary’s death. So yes, son… he is that strong.”)Astrid’s eyes widened.【Vent… hvis det er sant, betyr det at hvis jeg blir hans kone, kan jeg bli sterk.】(“Wait… if that’s true, then if I become his wife, I can become strong.”)She smiled to herself.【Med det uttrykket har datteren min allerede bestemt seg.】(“With that look, my daughter has already made up her mind.”)Hedda giggled softly.【Jeg lurer på hvordan barnebarna mine vil bli—gale som mødrene sine, eller blodtørstige som faren.】(“I wonder what my grandchildren will be like—crazy like their mothers, or bloodthirsty like their father.”)
Emil reached Ingrid’s room.He entered without knocking.What he saw froze him.Psyc held Ingrid by the waist.At 6’8” (207 cm), her arms and legs dangled helplessly.She was 5’3” (161 cm).Emil faced Psyc directly.
「Hei Psyc… hvorfor sluttet du å knulle meg hardt—uh」(“Hey Psyc… why did you stop fucking me hard—uh.”)Psyc chuckled calmly.「I have a feeling your dad wants to talk, don’t you, Emil?」「Tsch—hold kjeft, ditt skitne beist.」(“Shut up, you filthy beast.”)Psyc laughed.「If that’s what I am, then you understand why your beauty of a daughter is getting fucked out of her mind, right?」「Jeg sa hold kjeft.」(“I said shut up.”)Ingrid giggled.「Wow… du er virkelig sint.」(“Wow… you’re really mad.”)Emil sneered.「Så dette er hva du valgte å bli—en fremmeds hore.」(“So this is what you chose to become—a foreigner’s whore.”)Ingrid remained calm.「Psyc, løft meg opp litt.」(“Psyc, lift me up for a moment.”)「Okay.」
Psyc lifted her by the hair.When Emil saw her face, his own fell.There was no shame— only pleasure
Ingrid covered herself, feigning innocence.「Far, slutt å stirre—jeg er naken.」(“Father, stop staring—I’m naked.”)
Then she and Psyc burst into cruel, mocking laughter.
Emil looked away, shaking.「Så dette er valget ditt.」(“So this is your choice.”)
Ingrid climaxed loudly as Psyc finished inside her.Psyc kissed her, then pulled away.He glanced at Emil, unimpressed.
「Huh. He’s still here, isn't he gon do something.」Ingrid laughed coldly.「Ja… det der er ansiktet til en mann som alltid har vært en feiging.」(“Yeah… that’s the face of a man who’s always been a coward.”)Psyc smirked.「If my daughters were grown, I’d never be in this situation.」Ingrid tilted her head.「Er det fordi du er en tilstedeværende far?」(“Is that because you’re a present father?”)「Yep. I am.」He looked directly at Emil.
Emil left the room—defeated,rage boiling,murder in his thoughts.
Ingrid smiled seductively.「You still have thirty minutes left in you.」Psyc chuckled.「Let’s do fifteen. Your mother might call us for breakfast.」Ingrid nodded.「Yeah… that’s fair.」