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

Chapter 882:

The soldier stepped back to his position, silently.

“There’s a saying: he who kills with iron, dies by iron. As for me, I believe in an eye for an eye. Or perhaps several,” Daemonikai said. “I’ve spent a long time lost in madness, Zaiper. And during that time, I’ve come to realize that we’ve been unfair to the wild ones. We kill them instantly, without a second thought, without giving them a fair chance, without trying to save them. But not anymore.”

“Where the hell are you going with this?”

Daemonikai smiled, one of those smiles that didn’t reach his eyes. “If we’re going to start testing treatments on wild animals, if we want an antidote someday, we have to start somewhere, don’t you think? For instance, let’s say…” He dragged the words out, as if truly considering it, “… satisfying their basic instincts. And you, Zaiper… are our first and only experiment.”

It took a moment for the meaning to pierce through Zaiper’s pain-fogged mind.

Then, ice flooded Zaiper’s veins like a torrent. He was so stunned, so horrified, that he couldn’t even speak.

“Bring the two wild animals.”

Zaiper managed to growl. “That’s low. You can’t

then that

how poetic it would be to see how much you enjoy yours.” A brief moment of silence.

Then he heard it.

Clinking, dragging, resonating

Coming closer.

said, standing and heading toward the

eight more, chained up, just

them, you heal, you get another round. Repeat

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semblance of pride and delicacy left Zaiper

to me! This is madness! There are things you don’t do to