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

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Zaiper’s screams rolled down the dungeon corridor, bouncing off walls as Daemonikai sawed through his leg with a cutlass- whistling a slow, melodic tune. Blood sprayed, splashing onto Daemonikai’s robes, forming a growing puddle,

“This blade’s gone dull,” he said conversationally, examining the edge. “Get me the dagger”

A guard handed it to him from the wall of instruments, so much polished steel behind them.

Daemonikai discarded the cutlass with a soft clatter and resumed with the dagger, slicing deep into muscle and tendon, never missing a beat in his whistle.

“Please! Allhhhhhh!” Zaiper howled. An animal sound, born of unbearable pain.

Daemonikai sawed clean through until the leg detached entirely. He lifted it, holding it up like a prized relic.

“I hope you don’t mind if I keep this,” he said casually, inspecting the severed limb. “It’s a clean slice. Unfortunately for you,

it won’t regenerate–considering I’ve taken the entire limb. You’ll have to forgive me. I got carried away”

He smiled faintly. “But don’t worry, I won’t let you die. What’s a leg, really? You can do without it.”

Zaiper was barely conscious, his breathing ragged, eyes glassy and unfocused.

Daemonikai tilted his head. “He didn’t hear that, did he?” He shrugged. “Guess I’ll make the decision for you then.”

He waved the leg in front of Zaiper’s face before tossing it aside like a useless stick.

“Binding cloths. Now,” he ordered, wiping the blade on his sleeve. “We can’t let him bleed out. His life is very important.”

“Please… just… let me die,” Zaiper croaked, voice no louder than a whisper.

Daemonikai chuckled. “Now, why would I do that?”

He pressed cloth to the stump, sealing it tightly. Zaiper writhed, screaming again, but the binds held fast.

“I still need you functional. We’ve got four more ferals waiting, and they’re not exactly known for their patience.” His voice lowered. “You really have no idea what it feels like–when your instincts go unmet. But I do. It’s agony.”

Zaiper spat. “You’re a monster…”

Daemonikai looked up from his knotwork, smiling faintly. “One you created. You wanted me mad, didn’t you?” He tied the last knot viciously, and Zaiper howled again.

“Oh, Zaiper… if you knew how hard it was to control the kill–and–destroy urge, you’d have mercy on me. But thanks to you,” he said, straightening with a sigh. “I get to release some of that pent–up energy.” He gestured toward Zaiper’s mangled body. “There. All nice and done.”

The male was nearly unrecognizable now. But Daemonikai couldn’t take full credit–the ferals had torn him apart with claws and teeth. One pair had gone so far as to rip his intestines out, and Daemonikai had personally stuffed them back in before ordering him stitched up. Nice and clean.

He smirked. “What can I say? I’m having fun.”

again. “Now, let’s try this once more. Where is

“I–I can’t-”

Bring me the

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instantly, panic flashing in his blood–crusted eyes. “No,

he raised it without

I’ll tell you–t

late,” Daemonikai drawled. “You may

BANG.

Zapier’s femur shattered.

was something less. Something ripped

slowly. “Hm” He struck

BANG.

best music yet. However, it cut off at a

passed

sort of alpha passes out under such

the guards and they shook their heads, disappointed.

kick. “Hey. Get up. You

No response.

blood off his

then closed. Moments later, a guard returned

his fingers in, frowning. “Hot, but not scalding. What

hotter water. Do you wish

simply lifted the bucket and

coughing up water

really shouldn’t faint like that. It’s absolutely

have mercy.” The voice was barely audible, strangled between shabby breaths

the broken male before him. “Mercy.” He let the word roll on his tongue. “That’s one word I

tears leaking from swollen eyes. “I shouldn’t

and you’re already giving up? I had such lovely plans for us. I want

pale, he could barely lift his head.

Daemonikai sighed in exaggerated drama, “They want

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to them. Eventually” He stood upright, rolling his shoulders, stretching. “But

sob. “I

again. “Now. One more time. I’m aiming for your knee this time. Where is the dark

the mage like running water. Names, rituals, locations, summoning spells, traps, weaknesses, hideouts.

in a smugly victorious way. “There. That wasn’t so hard,

Full, broken bawl of sorrow, tearing from him like a dying animal’s last breath, because deep down,

final card. His last shred of leverage. This wasn’t