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.”

“But don’t worry, I won’t let you die. What’s a leg, really? You can

his breathing shallow, his eyes glazed

head. “Didn’t you hear that?”

I’ll make the

front of Zaiper’s face before tossing it aside like an unwanted

tie. Now,” he ordered, wiping the blade on his sleeve. “We can’t let him bleed out.

die,” Zaiper croaked, his voice no

chuckled softly. “Now, why

stump, sealing it tightly. Zaiper writhed, screaming again, but the

need you functional. We’ve got four more ferals waiting, and they’re not exactly patient,” Daemonikai said, lowering his voice. “You have no idea what it feels like when your instincts

a new journey on

do. It’s