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.

Janet had woken up, Wendy jumped back in panic as though she

“Good morning, sleepy bird.”

in her hands, smiling briskly at Janet, “Did you have a

her coldly

that you were curled up beside my bedside like an injured fucking dog…Oh, did

touched her neck and felt something cold like steel against her

asked in a hoarse

a microbomb implanted in it. Wendy, why don’t you loosen her

approached Janet and untied those ropes that bound her hands and

up. That small movement caused a sharp pain

back to the floor.

Janet strengthened her back anyway, knowing that Harper was watching

would not

the dresser and looked at her own

her blood–stained neck, there was a silver–made

  1. it.

tried to open the

her back. “Unless you want

turned to look

be less fun if I just lock you

you like

sweet thing on your neck, you

back on the couch and raised an eyebrow, “Oh,

forcefully. It won’t

know that you

looked perfectly

you want to have a

pulled out a remote 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 a pond of

stiffly on

pause, she said, “…Fine. What

“Great!”

over here. There

walked up

bring something from the closet and set it

A nail polish kit.

our nails done,” Harper smiled sweetly. “We never got to do this kind

A manicure?

That was it?

that this was not

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

gave her

a little hesitation, Janet took her hands and started working with

an oval shape. Then she started applying the base coat before

to shove that nail clipper into

couch, and she

on her neck was

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