That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 384

Chapter 384

Three days later.

Daemonikai had been right. Zaiper wished he had never lived to see this day.

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As he was paraded through the crowded square, head bowed, chains clinking with each step, humiliation was the only thing left in him. This–this–was abject disgrace. The worst of the worst. He was clad in nothing but soiled under–briefs, thick shackles chaining his hands and feet. The bindings laced with toxins, draining him of what remained of his strength. He couldn’t shift. Couldn’t run. Couldn’t fight.

And the people? They were relentless.

“Scumbag!”

“Evil devil!”

“May your soul rot in the nine hells!”

Their hate was a chorus, hot as the sun beating down on him.

Every step was a reminder of how far he had fallen–from a Grand Lord to this, a caged male on display for public ridicule.

Zaiper never chose death lightly. But this public disgrace was far worse.

A woman lunged through the line of guards. “You deserve mob justice!” she screamed, spitting at him.

The spittle slapped his cheek, warm, reeking of bile.

Zaiper tried to snarl, to bare his fangs. But it emerged as nothing more than a low, broken growl. He was too weak. Starved of food. Deprived of blood. Exhausted beyond measure.

bordered him on all sides, shielding him from the worst of the assault, but it was a thin wall between order and chaos. Two separate mobs had already tried to

to us!”

us have him!”

deserves to die screaming!”

a soldier shouted, attempting to hold

then it happened.

hard object slammed into Zaiper’s back with a vicious crack, pain detonating through his spine. Then came fists. Boots. Claws. He hit the

choked gasps and strangled grunts. He

move.

tasted his own blood. Heard the distinct snap of his ribs caving beneath a savage stomp. He wanted to

even trying to

was thrown over him. But it was boiling hot.

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forcefully ripped from his scratchy throat as his skin sizzled. His skin peeled before his very eyes. Tears blurred what little he could still see. The agony was unbearable. The stench of scalded skin mixed with

mobs off

little, too

curs!” Zaiper roared at them, but all that came out was a wet, gurgled hiss.

head spin, and everywhere blacked

….

was still there, just as brutal. Blood rushed to his head, making him dizzy

who finally chose

one he had tried not to dread hearing all week.

other, he saw Daemonikai–seated casually in a chair at the far

your time with than being here,” Zaiper’s voice came out graveled and raw. “Your female just

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