Chapter 163

Harper tormented Janet brutally that night.

She called in two soldiers and had them hold Janet tight as she lashed Janet with a whip.

Soon there was no good skin left on Janet’s body for Harper to land her whip on. The blood streamed down and painted the white carpet red.

The pain was unbearable.

Yet Janet bit on the cloth that clogged her mouth and stayed perfectly quiet the whole time.

She would not give Harper the pleasure of hearing her groan out in pain.

Eventually, it was Wendy who got scared and whispered into Harper’s ears, “My Queen, we might need to call it a night…Master Daran said that he didn’t want any permanent wounds…”

Harper snorted, “It is just a couple of lashes, nothing permanent. Why? Do you find this bitch pitiful and want me to stop?”

Her vicious tone sent a shiver down Wendy’s spine, and she stuttered, “No…of course not. She deserves every bit of this, my queen.

“Of course, she deserves this. Let me tell you this: what I am putting her through right now doesn’t come close to what she did to me.”

Harper moved her wrist and tossed the whip on the ground, “But my hands are getting sore. The King is coming to have dinner with me tomorrow. I don’t want to look worn out. We will call it a night here.”

Wendy let out a small sigh of relief.

“Do you want us to take her somewhere else?” the guards asked, “The smell of blood is quite unpleasant ”

“No, I want her in my room. The blood smell reminds me of my victory. It will help me to get a good night’s sleep,” Harper smiled.

The guards bowed and exited the room.

Janet lay on the cold floor with her eyes closed and her whole body drained in blood and cold sweat. Every inch of skin was in prickling pain.

If Harper thought she could defeat her through some physical pains, then she was wrong.

Anything that didn’t kill her made her stronger instead.

Her mind was sharper than ever.

She would never forget that it was Harper who held the whip and lashed her today.

And even more importantly, it was Daran who caused her into this situation.

Janet fell asleep on the carpet by Harper’s bedside–or maybe she passed out due to heavy blood loss.

She woke up the next morning feeling somebody fumble with something on her neck

She opened her eyes and found Wendy crouched down in front of her.

up, Wendy jumped back in panic as though she was afraid that Janet might

“Good morning, sleepy bird.”

a cup of tea in her hands,

eyed her

knowing that you were curled up beside my

touched her neck and felt something cold like

collar?” she asked in a

high–techy collar with a microbomb implanted in it. Wendy, why don’t you loosen her up and let her take a

and untied those

up. That small movement caused a sharp pain to shoot through her body and she immediately

back to the floor.

Janet strengthened her back anyway, knowing

not look

to the mirror on the dresser and looked

was a

  1. it.

tried to open the

grimaced behind her back. “Unless you want

look at her,

be less fun if

you like

on your neck, you can move around, and I can trust you to behave. Everybody

couch and raised an eyebrow, “Oh, and

forcefully. It won’t

know that you are

perfectly normal to

want

from her pocket and flashed it at Janet, “I know that you have a strong wolf…But no wolf can heal you when you are

stiffly on

long pause, she said,

“Great!”

hands together and beamed, “Come over here. There is something that I

slowly walked up to

something from the

A nail polish kit.

sweetly. “We never got to do this kind of sister stuff

A manicure?

That was it?

Janet that this was not as

mine first.” Harper urged, “I want egg–shell white with some silver

her hands

little hesitation, Janet took her hands and started working

first clipped Harper’s nails and filed them to an oval shape. Then she started applying the base

wanted to shove that nail clipper into Harper’s eyeballs or maybe

guards were standing right behind the couch, and she was too

her neck was literally a ticking

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