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Kai would have. I believe that. Eventually, he would’ve rescued me.
I think he’s right to suspect that’s why Zarid did this to him. This torture. And now it’s happening again. Kai’s enduring unimaginable pain.
He’s lying on his stomach while the mutilation continues in real time.
There’s blood spatter everywhere. The blankets, the headboard, the walls. Me. There are even some spots on the ceiling.
I’ve never witnessed a more gruesome scene, and I’ve seen some terrible shit.
This isn’t fair to him, and it’s too much for me to handle.
“Kai,” I whimper softly, big hot teardrops continuously falling down my cheeks. “I think we should surrender in the game.”
“Don’t you dare,” he snarls.
“I can say it if you don’t want to.”
“I’ll never forgive you if you do. Do you understand me? Never.”
“Why are you talking to him?” Zarid barks with unveiled offense over the fact that I took my attention off him. “Don’t even look at him. Look at me.” When I do, he goes on with his berating as he gets closer. “Such an ungrateful wench. I’ve clothed you, fed you, and given you the highest position a woman can have in this realm. I made you a queen! And how do you repay me?” He points at Kai. “By tainting your royal cunt with this garbage.”
His insult to Kai is maddening enough to make my vocal cords work.
“That garbage is a thousand times—no, a million times—better than you,” I snap, knowing I’m going to get that look from him.
The look that says I’ve misspoken and I’m going to regret it.
Zarid’s mouth twitches, his lips thin, and I hear his teeth grind. “Why do you have to make everything so hard on yourself?”
Well, I’ve already talked back. I’m going to be punished regardless, so I might as well make the most of it, and I finally tell him something I’ve wanted to say for centuries.
“Being your queen was not a gift. It’s a hell I never wanted and certainly don’t deserve. I’d rather die than be with you.”
He sneers, just a few feet away now. “I can make that happen.”
Giving up on his languid prowl, he lunges for me.
My pulse skyrockets because I know what’s coming next.
He’ll grab me by the wrist so hard he’ll bruise me. He’ll drag me around like I’m a ragdoll as he takes me to wherever he wants to go.
The location depends on his mood. Sometimes he likes to make a spectacle and humiliate me in public. When he wants others to witness his cruelty, his favorite place for that is the throne room.
The worst part about being beaten in front of a crowd is knowing they won’t—can’t—intervene. All they can do is watch. The bad ones cheer. The good, they just pity me.
If Zarid’s in a merciful mood, he’ll stick to open-handed slaps. There’ve been a few times when he used his fist to punch me, but he doesn’t like hurting his knuckles. He’s not the kind to sacrifice his own comfort to punish others.
So, if he really wants to make me suffer… he’ll use fire.
His fingers wrap around my fragile arm just like I knew they would. Yanking hard, he pulls me off the bed, and the force he uses is so strong there’s pain in my shoulder as the socket is strained.
When my feet land on the floor, I stagger and almost fall before jogging behind Zarid. It’s a struggle to keep up with him because he’s walking so fast.
“I’ve always known you’re a dirty whore,” he says as we get to the doorway. “Deep down, you’ve wanted to spread your legs for every man you see, haven’t you?”
He’s ridiculous. I was a virgin when he took me. I’ve never been with anyone else until Kai, but Zarid used to love accusing me of promiscuity.
Which is ironic, coming from him. He’s the one who had a harem of women at his disposal.
