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

Chapter 890:

“This blade is dull,” he said conversationally, examining the edge.

“Bring me the dagger.”

A guard handed it to him from the instrument wall, the polished steel gleaming behind them.

Daemonikai discarded the machete with a soft sound and continued with the dagger, cutting deeply through muscles and tendons, never losing the rhythm of his whistle.

“Please! Ahhhhhh!” Zaiper howled. An animalistic sound, born from unbearable pain. Daemonikai cut cleanly until the leg was completely severed. He lifted it, holding it high as if it were a precious relic.

“I hope you don’t mind if I keep this,” he said indifferently, inspecting the amputated limb. “It’s a clean cut. Unfortunately for you, it won’t regenerate since I’ve taken the entire extremity. You’ll have to forgive me. I got carried away.”

let you die. What’s a leg, really?

was barely conscious, his breathing shallow, his eyes glazed and

his head. “Didn’t

I’ll make the decision for

face before tossing it aside like an

on his sleeve. “We can’t let

croaked, his voice no stronger than

chuckled softly. “Now, why would

the cloth against the stump, sealing it tightly. Zaiper writhed, screaming

waiting, and they’re not exactly patient,” Daemonikai said, lowering his voice. “You have no

a new journey on

I do. It’s