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.

down her cheeks, her stomach churning

tight, stretched to its breaking point, as if her body might burst from the inside. Every nerve screamed in protest, her muscles aching

quick, controlled drain of excess blood would ease

so cruel,” she thought bitterly, “so monstrous, punishing me in this

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mess she had made were watching her. She glared at them, disgust and rage coiling in

to

rose again. These worthless humans…

intensified, her veins pulsing as though they might

Sinai whispered, pressing her hands to her ears, rocking harder. “It’s not real. It’s all in your head, Sinai. Your skin

it was no use. The nausea rose again, unstoppable, like a blazing storm. With a deep, desperate moan, Sinai doubled over once more. Blood surged