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Danika renewed her struggles. "Holy h-heavens...! No, he'll k-kill Sally...Baski, he'll kill h-her! I can't let that happen! I'll n-never be able to bear it!"
As she struggled and cried and struggled the more. Sally started screaming again, and this time it sounded....more agonizing.
With each scream, Danika cried louder and struggled against Baski until the woman finally freed her or risk getting seriously hurt.
"Danika! No!" She cried.
Danika was beyond hearing, her heart was breaking in her chest. With each scream coming from the Royal Court, a little piece of her heart dies a little more inside.
She dragged the doorknob and swung the door as open as she could get it, which isn't much but it'll do because she can pass through the narrow way.
She took the first step
1250 word(s) Published 38 "Snap out of it, Danika! Sally would never want you this way at all! You have to be strong for her!" Baski said as they walked out of the passage that divided the palace from the Royal Court. As she talked, they saw Chad. Baski left Danika and ran towards him, she relayed the King's message. Chad's eyes darkened and his hand fisted tightly at his side as Baski quickly run him through everything that happened. He walked past them and started towards the route of the Royal Court. That was the only thing that snapped Danika out of her trance. She turned and started running after him, determined to go with him. She has to see Sally, she just has to! Baski didn't waste time trying to stop her. Instead, they all followed Chad. There's another way that leads to the inner room
1008 word(s) Published 39 King Lucien stared at the scroll in front of him. He was seated behind his desk, his head nursed a huge headache. The open window oversees the night sky. It's almost the middle of the night. The meeting in court had taken so much longer. The scroll held two signed signatures on it. King Zeba and King Noir had signed the petition. King Pesih wants to sleep over it. King Moreh and Phillip had outrightly refused. "Why would we want to eradicate the law of introduction? Why would we enforce a law for unjust killing of slaves?" Moreh had been angry, "There is no unjust killing when it comes to slaves. They are dirt. Garbage. There is no unjust way of getting rid of garbage." King Lucien rubbed his aching head, his eyes darkening in anger and hurtful memories. Moreh has always been an animal.
1037 word(s) Published 40 In the comfort of his room, King Lucien wrote notes on the financial status of the lower market of Salem and its improvements. Naturally, it should be the Royal Accountant writing about it, but he'd instructed the accountant to leave it. Not because of anything else, but it's a good way to exhaust the body. Who knows, he might sleep relatively well tonight. He considered going to Vetta's room. Then, he'd put out the consideration, the financial books do need updating. As he wrote, the girl's screams came banging at the back of his head. With each scribble, her agonizing scream rose in his head. And then, he'd seen Danika. Today, he saw a different Danika. He saw the princess, and he saw the slave. He didn't see Cone's daughter. As he wrote, her face stood at the back o
1153 word(s) Published 41 The medicine man came several minutes afterward and forced down more sleeping portions down her throat. He also gave her portions of her fever and headache too. "How is she?" Baski asked. The old man hesitated. "She's holding out barely. Her body is healing and I hope to heavens, her mind is too. It still isn't assured if she will get through this... You all have to be prepared for the wors---" Danika snapped her head up so fiercely, "She'll survive! Don't say that, doctor! She'll be fine! S-Sally is a fighter... My Sally is a fighter.... s-she will be fine! She will be....!" She cried so hard. Baski grabbed her and hugged her to her chest impulsively. Danika is breaking apart right in front of her eyes. Sobs after sobs racked her throat as she burrowed deeper into Baski.
1155 word(s) Published 43 Danika climbed the bed and laid down on it. She gave him her back, as usual, her elbows on the bed, she rested her head in between them. She tried not to think about what's about to happen. She tried not to think about what has happened. She tried not to think about the Royal Court. She tried not to think about Sally's condition. Instead, she squeezed her eyes tight, hearing the ruffle of clothing behind her. He'd said he wouldn't hold back. And while that warning scared the living daylight out of her, she wanted it. She needed it. The bed dipped and King Lucien came up behind her. The tip of his swollen phallus nudged her opening. She spread her thighs wider, as wide as she could, readying herself to take the full length and girth of him. But he withdrew, instead, he pressed his hand on her