The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 20

After Sally left, Danika made her way to the bathroom and took her bath. Then, she was dressing up.

There’s no going to the mines today because of the gemstone Sally found yesterday. The reminder made her smile a little as she put on her petticoat.

She might go into the village today and check out if she can find a library. It’s been so long she read, she has missed it terribly.

The thought firmly on her mind, she was putting on her slave wear when the door suddenly burst open.

Mistress Vetta strode in like she owns the place, with two hefty guards.

Danika bowed her head to the woman even as she fixed the last button of her dress together.

She walked closer to Danika, her eyes filled with so much loathing. She didn’t say a word to her. Instead, she turned to the guards.

“Get her.” She ordered as she turned and matched out of the room.

Before she could process the command, the two them grabbed hold of her arms and started dragging her out of the room.

Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and her breathing turned erratic in sheer panic. Danika always knows that this woman hated her badly. Sometimes, she just don’t know which of them hated her more. The King, or his mistress.

“Where are y-you taking me!?” She gasped, asking no one in particular but she needed the answer all the same.

No one answered her. They dragged her through rounded hallways and Danika recognizes this routes.

It leads to the underground dungeon, the place she spent her first week on this place.

At the dungeon, they pushed her inside, she was barely able to catch herself. When she caught her footing, she stared at the king’s mistress as she drew closer to her.

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here….” Vetta drawled, obviously enjoying herself.

Danika’s insides are practically quivering in fear and panic but she didn’t let it show on the outside. She wouldn’t give this woman the satisfaction.

“What am I doing here?” She asked politely, but her chin was tilted in that upward manner only a royalty can attain with ease.

Vetta took one step closer and slapped her so hard across the face, Danika’s head whipped to the side. For a full minute, she couldn’t hear a thing as her ear rang, the pain reverberating all through her body.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Slave.” Vetta intoned, fasting her hand into Danika’s hair and yanking it back to stare at her face openingly. “You do not get to question me!”

Danika gritted her teeth. She said nothing, but her eyes burned with fire and anger for this woman.

The king’s torture is one thing…but a torture from his mistress is one that riles her up so much, especially when she hasn’t done anything personally to deserve it.

Vetta saw the fire in her eyes, and it only angered her the most. She smiled wickedly as she let go of her hair with a hard tugand stepped back.

“And to answer your question as to why you’re here….you’re about to get your first torture session. One you deserve.”

Something curled up inside Danika and died. Somehow, she’d always known at the back of her mind that this woman didn’t bring her here for chit chats or anything. The woman’s hate for her is always clear on her face as boldly written words.

For a moment…just a moment…Danika felt the urge to beg her to have mercy on her. Then, just as instant, the feeling passed.

She knows for sure that this woman would never have mercy on her if she rolled on the floor and pleaded from now till the Creator comes down to earth.

“Won’t you say anything, Slave!?” Vetta snarled angrily with an evil smile, “What? Won’t you beg me? I know you will when you find out what I have in mind.”

“If I plead, would you pardon me?” Danika asked.

“Let me think…let me think…” She pretended to think about it. She gasped and grinned, “Nope, I probably would say ‘over my dead body'”

“Then there’s no reason to plead, Mistress.” She shrugged.

Vetta hated the attitude. She came closer and slapped her cheek. Again. “Do NOT give me attitude, you useless slave!”

Danika decided that she has nothing to loose. She’s about to torture, and there’s no escaping it. She might as well do what she’s been longing to do since she became a slave.

She added all the energy to her hand and slapped Vetta so hard, the sound of it was heard all over the place.

The guards gasped. Vetta g*****d in pain, utterly stunned. How dare her!

“Tie her up! Now!” She raged angrily, her cheeks hurting.

The guards rushed forward and took hold of her arms.

Danika still glared at her so badly, a small smile on her lips when she saw the b***d that pulled by the side of Vetta’s mouth.

“I’ll make you regret this!” Vetta vowed.

Sally just finished buying the things she needed to keep the room fresh and beautiful from town. She was so happy, it was all over her face as she skidded into the palace.

She ran headfirst into a wall. No, not a wall, a person.

Her wrapped bundles fell to the ground and shattered. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking, I’m so sorry!”

It was the King’s personal guard, she found out when she took steps back and stared into the man’s face. “I’m so sorry, sir!” She cried again.

“It’s alright, Miss.” Chad g*****d when he saw how panicked the girl has become. He bent down and started helping her pick her goods.

“No, no, no, you don’t have to worry yourself, please. I’m still so so so sorry.” She said in a rush, in an attempt to get him to stop helping her pick her fallen items from the ground.

Chad helped her with all of them and placed them in her outstretched arms. “It’s nothing to worry about, miss.”

Sally flushed and bit her lips. “I’m a slave…Sally.” The way he calls her miss, makes Sally feel like a privileged person, when she’s just a slave.

“I know you are, Miss.” He inclined his head a bit in respect for her, “Have a nice day ahead.”

Sally watched him as he moved past her and started down his road. The man is so polite and looks upon her like a person of respect.

A thrill of pleasure ran down Sally’s body. She found out that it’s something she likes.

Just as quickly, she started down her path again, smiling widely and greeting everyone she met.

She stared at the wrapped bundles in her hands. She didn’t get to pay much for them at all. All the sellers seem to know her from back in the days in Mombana kingdom.

Some gave her for free. The others sold it for her at a very cheap rate. She still has all the money she budgeted when she went to market.

The money she made from the little time she worked as a help.

She was surprise when she got to the door and found it open but couldn’t find her princess. Where is she?

“My princess?” She dumped everything on the table and headed out in search of her.

She started from the small laundry room at the back of the palace, to the bush where some maids cut grass. She asked every slave she came across but none of them saw her.

She was in the palace again searching, when a maid came to her. “Are you looking for the slave princess?”

“Yes, yes, please did you see her?” Sally was out of breath from running around and searching around.

The maid nodded. “The Mistress took her. I saw them taking her to the dungeon.”

Sally’s heart skyrocketed. “D-Dungeon?” She thanked the maid in stuttered words and took off in a race.

She was hearing the strokes of whip even before she drew close to the dungeon and burst the door open.

Her eyes widened. Her princess of tied standing with her arms sprayed, the clothing on her back was torn and a guard was whipping her with the devil’s whip that hurts like hell.

Her back was bloody, her eyes were red with tears when they found Sally. But even as another stroke of whip landed on her back, the princess didn’t make a sound at all.

“Oh, Creator!” Sally cried out, tears filling her eyes at the awful sight. She threw herself to her knees and faced the mistress.

“Please! Please, have mercy! P-Please, mistress, please! Let her go, please!” She cried sorrowfully.

Vetta kicked her, “Get out from here! How dare you burst into this place and think you can do anything you want!? Get out, now!”

“No, no, no, no, please..! Please, mistress, you have to l-let her go…” Sally sobbed, “I’ll take the s-s-strokes for her, just let her go!”

“Isn’t that so martyr of you!? Well, too bad, she’s the bitch I want to take it!” Vetta snarled at her.

Danika watched the woman under her eyelash, her body hurting massively. She couldn’t stop glaring at the mistress.

Vetta saw the look and only smiled. “What? Do you feel like hitting me again? Killing me?” Slowly, she stepped close to Danika and smiled, “I’ll have you know that that’s the exact way we feel when we’re being tortured.”

Danika watched the woman as she laughed in her personal space, standing so close to her as another lash of whip fell on her back.

“Too bad, you can only feel. You can never do a thing about it. Nothing.” Vetta whispered to her ear.

Then, she snaked her hand towards the collar wrapped around Danika’s neck. She caressed the red button, watched Danika closely, “I’ve always wanted to know the way you’ll react to this….”

She pressed the button.

A wave of shock so massive travelled all over Danika’s body in waves. She cried out as her knees buckled, she would have fallen if it wasn’t for the ropes that tied her hands.

Sally screamed from the ground, crying unbearably, while Vetta just laughed.

“Oh my…. You do react to it so well.” Vetta drawled, watching as spasms after spasms raked Danika’s body.

Sally pleaded and pleaded but the mistress refused. Instead, she ordered the guards to lash her the more. The guards ordered and flogged Danika the more.

The sight was so painful and heartbreaking to Sally, it hurt her so much. The mistress will never listen to her, she decided.

She got up from the floor and ran out of the dungeon. The mistress wants to kill her princess! She will not allow it! Never!

She needed to find help. She just needed to, and she doesn’t care who she has to ask….even if it’s the King!