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

Chapter 558:

“Get the buckets! She’s vomiting again,” a soldier barked from his post by the door.

The clatter of hurried footsteps came, followed by the groaning creak of metal gates opening and slamming shut.

Sinai barely registered the commotion, rocking back and forth uncomfortably, so focused on the pain. The sensation of her insides tearing apart.

Her hands clutched her abdomen as she retched again, heaving violently until there was nothing left to expel.

Then, she slumped forward. Her vision swam, her breathing loud. How long has it been? Hours? Days?

Sinai had no concept of time anymore. Her torture stretched endlessly. Weakly, she crawled away from the crimson pool she had created, her fingers smearing the slick blood across the stone as she dragged herself to a corner.

Collapsing against the wall, she drew her legs up, wrapping her arms around them in a feeble attempt to shield herself from the cold.

her cheeks,

breaking point, as if her body might burst from the inside. Every nerve screamed

that a quick, controlled drain of excess blood would ease her discomfort, but Sinai had been denied that

Daemon is being so cruel,” she thought bitterly, “so

you do this to me?” she cried under her breath, tears streaming down

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filthy humans cleaning the mess she had made were watching her. She glared at them, disgust and rage coiling

to

her rose again. These worthless humans… Why must I suffer this way because of one

intensified, her veins pulsing as though they

your head, Sinai. Your skin is not stretching. Your blood vessels are not swelling. It’s all in your head, it’s not real.

over once