The Forced Maiden For The Cursed Alpha King by Josephine Ivy

Chapter 22

Sabrina’s POV:

My screamed echoed throughout the empty dungeons. The silence that followed after told me that I was the only one here. there were no other prisoners. The cells were dark and a terrible smell hung in the air. There were perhaps a few candles far off, but not enough to produce any tangible light. The cell I was thrown into was swallowed by a terrifying darkness that seemed to gain a physical form, twisting and moving and mocking me.

My heart raced like a furious war drum, thumping against my rib cage as if it wanted to be let free. I grabbed the cold steel bars of the cell and pulled at it, hoping that by a lunar miracle I would be able to yank it open and leave.

The bars didn’t budge one bit no matter how much I tugged and pulled at it.

I screamed. And I screamed. For help, for anyone to listen to me. For anyone to hear that I didn’t do it, that I wasn’t a thief.

No one came.

Only the sounds of my echoing screams could be heard. I slumped in front of the bars, willing myself not to cry, not to waste my tears on something like this.

I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged myself close. I must remain calm. This is ridiculous. Sooner or later, someone will realize the truth and I’ll be out of here.

I only knew I had fallen asleep when I woke up to icy water splashed on me.

I jolted up, the cold instantly seeped into my bones. For a few seconds, I was lost. Looking around I realized I was still in that dank cell. But I wasn’t alone.

Three guards were in the cell with me, and they didn’t look happy at all.

I scrambled to my feet, seeking to p tossed the bucket to the side. One of them held a whip in his hand. The sight of it made my blood run cold. My teeth

put as much space between me and them. The one who had poured the water on me chattered from the cold, and my clothes stuck to my skin, adding to the chill spreading through my body.

“What are you doing?” I asked, eyeing them warily.

The one with the whip smirked at me, “It’s time for your breakfu, little thief.

“I didn’t steal anything!” I cried out. “Anyone can see that!”

He cracked the whip. The other two advanced on me. I took a step back realized I had nowhere left to run to

a stupid mistake. My hack hit the wall and 1

“Do you know what the single rule in the harem is?” The one with the whip asked. The sound of the whip lashing throughout the air made my blood curdle

No one made mention of any rules.

“Stealing in’t allowed. He completed his sentence, cold eyes burning into mine. “Right here, everything you need is provided. Why would you feel the need to steal?”

“I didn’t steal, I was set up, I said hirmly, keeping my eyes on that evil whip. That thing looked like one slash of it would cut through any skin.

“Hold her dowir the guard with the whip said to the other two.

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“No! Please!” I cried, shaking my head wildly.

That didn’t stop them..

I pulled and tugged, my wrists screamed out in protest but still I tried to find a weak point in the knots. There was

crime, you will receive twenty

the cold floor, my arms held above my head, my feet pressed firmly into the ground. My face was in the concrete floor, the smell of damp and dew burned my nostrils. I heard the guard with the whip advance, his footsteps like the countdown to my

what I

the only warning he gave before the

howled in pain, the whip went straight to my brain

from the

like I had hot water splashed on my back. And it was only one,

I gasped, my breath shuddering and my entire body trembling.

my back again. I bit my lip hard so

“T–two,

used to pin me to the ground. Same with my ankles. My back was on fire the pain stinging and sharp. By ten, I had gone numb. The tears froze on my

rasped out. My voice was hoarse from all my screaming, and I could taste blood in my throat.

last stroke came down on my

I laid on the cold floor, my cheek pressed into the concrete. Everywhere hurt. Especially my back. Every small

The guard who had been holding my hands said

have bitten his vocal cords out

I was trapped down here. But it hadn’t been more than

number of hours. The back of my gown had been ripped to bloody shreds and was hanging on my

leaned on the wall on my side. It would be a suicide mission leaning on my back.

be a candle. Blair’s face came into view. She stood right outside my cell, looking out of place in

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a wicked grin on

mustered a glare

you look half dead. She chuckled, her nose wrinkled with disgust as she looked at me. It’s like you’re decaying already” She chortled, covering her

above a whisper. But she

then worry about making me pay. Oh that’s right, you can’t survive! You’re going

place like this? It would have been better if

the candle close to the

the cell bars and kicked the candle over. It’s

you. I spat at Blair. My voice

the hall

been two days already. No

many more days will I

a fitful sleep. Someone was watching me intently, I felt

asleep in. Lady Nifra stood outside my cell,

hoarse. “Say what you like.

clenched and her

keep my eyes open from much longer. Soon I fell into another bleak sleep.

I think at a point I was given food, a piece of stale bread and half a cup of water. The sight

my throat

But the guard who brought my food wasn’t willing to

in a bucket. So I held it in. And it was a sheer miracle how I

to

weaker, to the point keeping my eyes open was a big problem. My back wasn’t healing too, it was still fresh as ever. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough for me to see my bound hands in front of the.

Then

came the Ügurra

of silver

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low voices

thing. They

you. You’re dying. You’ll soon

too, I opened my eyes one time and I was seating over the bucket