That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

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Have mercy!" "Your Grace, please!" He didn't spare them a glance, nor did he slow his pace. As the guards dragged the sobbing women inside, Daemonikai followed, his hands clasped behind his back. The guards shoved them through the iron doors, and he entered behind them. He looked at one soldier. "Bring the spiked whips." Then to another. "Call the slavers. I want boiling oil and crushed chili peppers. Now." The two handmaids were pale as bone. One had already wet herself, the stench of urine reaching his nose.

Both collapsed to their knees, tears streaming down their faces, foreheads pressed to the floor. "Please, have mercy! We beg you, Your Grace!" Nora sobbed. "Your Highness, forgive our transgressions!" "Silence." Daemonikai crouched before Nora, took her chin in his hand, and lifted her tear-streaked face until their eyes met. Her terror was absolute. "I'm going to ask you a question," his voice was soft. "You will answer. You will tell the truth. You will leave nothing out. If your answer displeases me, I will leave.

These men will carry out my orders in my absence, and I will return in the morning to ask you again." He blinked slowly. "And if I'm still displeased, you will be beheaded. Do you understand?" Your source of stories: gαlnσνєℓs.cm The woman trembled so violently he thought she might faint. "Yes, yes! Yes, Your Grace!" she sobbed. "Tell me everything about your lady's connections to the Great Lord Zaiper. Any conversation you overheard, any suspicions you might have." His gaze locked onto hers like a spike driven into wood. "Tell me if there was anything unusual about her departure." . . .