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

Chapter 892 Chapter 892: Daemonikai didn't respond. He simply lifted the bucket and poured the water directly into Zaiper's ear. The male jolted violently, coughing up water and blood. Daemonikai smiled, pleased. "You really shouldn't faint like that. It's absolutely disrespectful." "Daemon... please, have mercy." The voice was barely audible, strangled between broken breaths and pain. Daemonikai paused and studied the broken man before him. "Mercy." He let the word roll off his lips. "It's a word I've never heard. What does it mean?" He kicked Zaiper's severed stump, still tied and mangled.

Zaiper screamed from pure torment. "I'm sorry..." he gasped, tears in his swollen eyes. "I shouldn't have done what I did..." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ƒind ηøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Oh, no, no, don't start ruining the mood now." Daemonikai crouched down again. "It's only been a month and you're already giving up? I had wonderful plans for us. I want this to go on for a long, long time." "Please..." Zaiper coughed, shivering. His skin was pale, and he could barely lift his head.

"You know, our people are calling for your death," Daemonikai sighed with exaggerated drama. "They want you gone. Past, forgotten... They want you to disappear from history. I'll grant them that. In time," he straightened, shrugging and stretching. "But when that moment comes, Zaiper, barely a sliver of life will remain in you." Zaiper sobbed brokenly. "I should never... have killed your family." Daemonikai reached for the hammer again. "Correct." He took a step forward and lifted it once more. "Now. Once more.

This time, I'm aiming for your knee." "Where is the dark mage?" Zaiper spilled everything about the mage like flowing water. Names, rituals, locations, summoning spells, traps, weaknesses, hideouts. He revealed every secret, every layer of protection, every binding spell. When he was done, trembling and sobbing, Daemonikai smiled with an air of self-satisfaction and victory. "Done. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Discover more on gα ℓ ησ ν s, com Zaiper cried out loudly.

A sharp, broken scream that erupted from him like the last breath of a dying animal, because deep down, he knew what had just happened. He had given away his last card. His final advantage. This wasn't just pain; it was surrender. A bitter and profound admission that Daemonikai had won. Not that Daemonikai needed the validation; his victory was already sealed. But seeing Zaiper break... seeing him acknowledge it? It was the perfect finishing touch. . . .