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

Chapter 891 Chapter 891: He pointed to Zaiper's mangled body. "Done. Finished." The male was almost unrecognizable now. But Daemonikai couldn't take all the credit: the wild beasts had torn him apart with claws and teeth. Some had even ripped out his intestines, and Daemonikai had personally stuffed them back inside before ordering them to be sewn up. Impeccable. He smiled smugly. "What can I say? I'm having fun." He crouched down again. "Now, let's try this one more time. Where is the dark mage?" "I... I can't..." "Wrong answer.

Bring me the war hammer." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindηovel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Zaiper's head shot up instantly, and panic flashed in his bloodied eyes. "No, no, no, please-" The hammer was handed to Daemonikai, and he lifted it without hesitation. "I'll tell you! I'll tell you..." "Too late," Daemonikai dragged out the words. "You can tell me later." CRACK. Zaiper's femur shattered. The scream that followed was not human. It was something less. Something torn from the inside out. Daemonikai blinked slowly. "Hm." He struck again. CRACK.

Daemonikai couldn't describe this scream, but it was the best music so far. Still, it cut off in a sharp pitch... Zaiper had fainted. Daemonikai stood still, staring at him with clenched lips. "What kind of alpha faints under such little pressure?" He turned to the guards, and they shook their heads, disappointed. Dive into fiction with gαℓησνs．com Daemonikai clicked his tongue and gave Zaiper's broken leg a light kick. "Hey. Get up. You can't leave in the middle of the session, it's bad manners." No response. "Water," he said, wiping the blood from his fingers.

The door opened and then closed. Moments later, a guard returned with a steaming bucket. Daemonikai dipped his fingers in, frowning. "Hot, but not boiling. What is this?" "What kind of nonsense is this?" "Apologies, Your Grace. They're bringing hotter water. Would you like to wait?" . . .