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

Chapter 890 Chapter 890: "This blade is dull," he said conversationally, examining the edge. "Bring me the dagger." A guard handed it to him from the instrument wall, the polished steel gleaming behind them. Daemonikai discarded the machete with a soft sound and continued with the dagger, cutting deeply through muscles and tendons, never losing the rhythm of his whistle. "Please! Ahhhhhh!" Zaiper howled. An animalistic sound, born from unbearable pain. Daemonikai cut cleanly until the leg was completely severed. He lifted it, holding it high as if it were a precious relic.

"I hope you don't mind if I keep this," he said indifferently, inspecting the amputated limb. "It's a clean cut. Unfortunately for you, it won't regenerate since I've taken the entire extremity. You'll have to forgive me. I got carried away." He smiled faintly. "But don't worry, I won't let you die. What's a leg, really? You can do without it." Zaiper was barely conscious, his breathing shallow, his eyes glazed and unfocused. Daemonikai tilted his head. "Didn't you hear that?" He shrugged.

"I suppose I'll make the decision for you, then." He waved the leg in front of Zaiper's face before tossing it aside like an unwanted stick. "Cloth to tie. Now," he ordered, wiping the blade on his sleeve. "We can't let him bleed out. His life is too valuable." "Please... just... let me die," Zaiper croaked, his voice no stronger than a whisper. Daemonikai chuckled softly. "Now, why would I do that?" He pressed the cloth against the stump, sealing it tightly. Zaiper writhed, screaming again, but the restraints held him firmly.

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You wanted me to go mad, didn't you?" He tied the final knot with a vicious pull, and Zaiper howled once more. "Oh, Zaiper... if you only knew how hard it is to control the urge to kill and destroy, you'd have some sympathy for me. But thanks to you," he said, straightening with a sigh, "I can release some of that pent-up energy." . . .