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The king started forward. "To the bed."
She nodded, relieved that it's the bed but at the same time scared out of her mind.
She knows what he's capable of doing to her and just the thought of it had panic closing down her throat.
She climbed on it and gave him her back. She closed her eyes tight and started a silent prayer to the Creator in her mind. She was so scared, her body shaking.
The ruffle of clothes was heard, then he came up behind her. She was liquid underneath from the session, and his searching hands soon discovered it.
He groaned approvingly and guided himself towards her opening, his hand holding her hips as he worked himself into her. He didn't shove right in like he did that night in her room.
Instead, he pushed slowly, stretching her until he was all
Chad wrapped her up like the King ordered and carried her out of the room. Danika slept exhaustedly in his arms while he carried her away from the King's quarters, down to the servant quarters. He just rounded the corner when he saw Vetta coming forward. She took one look at them, and her eyebrows shot up. "What's wrong with her?" She asked as she strode forward, her forehead knitted in a frown. "She had a session," Chad answered simply. A smile spread across Vetta's face and her heart lifted. She wants the Princess to keep suffering for everything her family did to them. No amount of pain is enough. "She passed out? Which session? The whip? Strip session? Crawl and torture? Devil's session? Which one?" She called most of the names the slaves had given most of the torture sessions over the years, barely able to curb her excitement. "It wasn't any of those, Mistress." That had Vetta frowning again. She took a good look at Danika
When she stormed in, they stopped and stared at her. Anger darkened King Lucien's eyes. "Vetta?" One word. A loaded question. "I'm s-sorry, my king. I didn't know you were in the middle of something so important..." She faltered because she did know, but she didn't believe. Lucien's mouth flattened in displeasure. He turned his attention back to the message man. "Get out." He dropped in a dismissive tone. Vetta doesn't need to be told twice. She bowed her head and stepped out of the room in shame. She didn't have to go and disgrace herself like that at all. Slave Danika got her all twisted, she's taking actions without thinking them through. She shouldn't do impulsive things that'll make the king lose favor in her. No, she needs to do other things, she thought with a sudden smile. It's high time
Danika's insides are practically quivering in fear and panic but she didn't let it show on the outside. She wouldn't give this woman the satisfaction."What am I doing here?" She asked politely, but her chin was tilted in that upward manner only a royalty can attain with ease.Vetta took one step closer and slapped her so hard across the face, Danika's head whipped to the side. For a full minute, she couldn't hear a thing as her ear rang, the pain reverberating all through her body."Let's get one thing straight, Slave." Vetta intoned, fasting her hand into Danika's hair and yanking it back to stare at her face openingly. "You do not get to question me!"Danika gritted her teeth. She said nothing, but her eyes burned with fire and anger for this woman.The king's torture is one thing...but a torture from his mistress is one that riles her up so much, especially when she hasn't do
1775 word(s) Published 21 When Sally ran out of the dungeon, Vetta can only laugh as she watched Danika shake on her knees. The slave can't do a thing. The king gave her permission to torture Danika, and there's nothing anybody can do about it. She gave the guards sign-order for them to stop whipping her. They bowed their heads. She stared at Danika. "See....even your slave you charmed has left you." She drawled as she walked close to the slave in front of her. Danika could barely hear the woman. Everywhere hurts. Her back is on fire. Her body no longer feels like her own. Tears fell from her eyes in waves, her body trembling while the Mistress laughed and made talks in front of her. "I will enjoy doing this to you daily. Torturing you is special fun on its own. The king has been way too kind o
1009 word(s) Published 22 Sally led the King and Baski to the particular dungeon where Vetta held Danika. When Sally entered the cave, Vetta was ready to laugh at her for her incompetence and stupidity, and she was ready to tell her to get out because no amount of pleading will save her princess from her hand. She opened her mouth, but the words were immediately cut off when Lucien strode right behind the little slave. The shock on Vetta's face was massive. "M-My King!" She stuttered out in shock, bowing her head. But none of them were staring at her. The king, Baski, and Sally's eyes were on a very unconscious Danika whose back was so bloody, the strokes of whip visible....some of it tearing her skin open. "Oh, Creator...!" Sally started crying again so openingly, but she didn't reach fo
1101 word(s) Published 23 Long minutes dragged by. Baski finished mixing her herbs and already, she's applying them to the princess's wounds. Sally helps her to squeeze out the water from each scoop of wet ground leaves, and she applies them to the wounds. Sally was happy that the princess is unconscious. This hurts like the very hell, and her princess already suffered enough in one day. The king was still leaning against the door, even though he'd long sent Chad away. He hasn't said anything else. His eyes just took everything in. Finally, Baski said... "All done." Sally breathed a sigh of relief as she took all the wounds they covered. Tears filled her eyes again because her princess's back looks like a map of green leaves. Baski faced the king. "I'll give her some concoctions to sleep really
1521 word(s) Published 24. Baski finished mixing the concoction and forced it down Danika's throat. She was still unconscious and the concoction is to make her sleep well. Chad was already waiting by the door when she was done. She nodded her head, signaling that he can take her now. He bent down and lifted Danika up the same way he carried her into her room. Her midriff on his shoulder, her back in the air. When he got to the king's room, he was sitting down behind his desk, writing. He didn't look up when they entered. "Make a bed for her down there." He pointed to his own bed. "Already on it, my king," Baski replied. Within minutes, she and Sally have another high big bed on the floor, besides the King's bed. They spread a fresh new bedsheet on it and built a tend around it.
846 word(s) Published 25. When she was done, Lucien withdrew the cup and tried to get up but she clung to him, her dazed eyes staring at his. "So cold..." "You're cold?" He asked with a furrowed brow, knowing that the room is not cold at all. "Your...eyes....they're so cold..." She whispered. Lucien said nothing, knowing that the woman isn't herself. She was heavily induced on pills and potions, and they have side effects. He knows that she won't remember any of these in the morning. And so, he just stared at her. It's the first time he allowed himself to stare at her so up close. The first time he allowed himself to really look at her. To see Danika....not Cone's Daughter. She's beautiful. The knowledge went to his cold heart and whispered on it. Beautiful and so pure-lo