The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 21

When Sally ran out of the dungeon, Vetta can only laugh as she watched Danika shake on her knees.

The slave can’t do a thing. The king gave her permission to torture Danika, and there’s nothing anybody can do about it.

She gave the guards sign-order for them to stop whipping her. They bowed their heads. She stared at Danika.

“See….even your slave you charmed has left you.” She drawled as she walked close to the slave in front of her.

Danika could barely hear the woman. Everywhere hurts. Her back is on fire. Her body no longer feels like her own.

Tears fell from her eyes in waves, her body trembling while the Mistress laughed and made talks in front of her.

“I will enjoy doing this to you on a daily basis. Torturing you is a special fun on it’s own. The king has been way too kind on you, I’d have said you charmed him but I know the king is not some whimp of a man your witchery will work on.” Vetta said.

The coppery taste of b***d inside Danika’s mouth overwhelmed her senses. She’d bitten the insides of her mouth a lot to keep from crying out.

She felt relief when she started drifting in and out of consciousness. Who knows, it just might be death finally knocking….

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Sally ran away from the dungeon in the hope of finding help for her princess! Even if she has to ask the King himself.

Just the thought of it, had her throat tightening. The king is not the kind of person just anybody meets….talk more of laying direct complaints or seeking help.

As she ram through another corner, she saw Baski. “Madam, Baski! Madam Baski!”, she cried, tears in her eyes.

Baski took one look at her and felt concerned. “What’s the problem, dear? You’ll loose all your breath. Heavens, you’re running so fast….!”

Sally’s knees hit the ground and she grabbed hold of Baski’s garment desperately. “Please! Please, y-you’ve got to help m-m-me, please!” She was sobbing so badly, it’s hard to make out her words.

“Help you with what, dear? And calm down, so you don’t faint?”

“My princess…m-my princess! The mistress wants to kill her! They’re in the dungeon and s-she….oh, madam Baski, she’s in so much pains!” She sobbed uncontrollably, tears swimming down her eyes.

Mistress Vetta is torturing the king’s slave? “Oh, dear. I’m sure she has the king’s permission if she’s doing that. There’s nothing I can do to help you….”

Sally only cried the more, she grabbed hold of the end of Baski’s robe. “P-Please! Oh, pleeease! She’s w-whipping her and her back….her back is all bruised! Please!”

Baski was torn. She doesn’t have the power to intervene in the businesses of the king’s mistress. This girl is crying so hard, she doesn’t know what to do.

“The king is the only one that can intervene, my dear, I don’t have such powers. And you know…how the king feels about Danika…” Baski pointed out falteringly, “…he would never intervene, especially if he’s the one that gave permission for it.”

“I know…! I know, Madam Baski….! I just wanna try! I have to try…! Please, help me!”

“And the worst part of it all is that the king said he doesn’t want to be disturbed now. He didn’t sleep well last night, I made him some herbs to help him sleep this morning…”

Sally shook her head tearfully, “She’ll die, she’ll die! The princess will die! They are whipping her so badly and the mistress is p-playing with her collar….!”

“Oh, dear…” Baski breathed helplessly.

“You just have to help me, madam Baski, please! I know you’re a good woman, please, h-help me!”

In the end, Baski agreed even though she knows this will be a big problem. Not only is it the king’s mistress, but the slave involved is one the king has no liking for, and not to mention that the king said he shouldn’t be disturbed.

Baski can smell the problem from a mile long.

But she still took Sally, because just like every once-enslaved person of Salem kingdom, she knows the good things this girl did to help them when they were still in captivity.

“Make sure not to refer to the slave as a princess in front of the king.” She cautioned Sally on the way.

Sally nodded vigorously as they walked from the slave quarters to the Royal quarters and into the hallway that leads to the King’s chambers.

She walked past the guards. “Can I come in, Your Highness?” She raised her voice and called out.

Silence. The silence stretched for very long seconds….stretched into minutes.

Baski held her breath and waited. Sally held her own breath and prayed all kinds of prayer in her mind.

They were beginning to give up when they heard the gruff voice. “Enter.”

They released the breath they were holding and Baski pushed the big door open. They entered the room.

The King still wore his royal garment which he went to court with and he was coming out of the library room. “I gave orders not to be disturbed, Baski.”

Baski lowered her head, “I’m so sorry, My King.”

King Lucien’s eyes left Baski and drew on the familiar face of the girl besides her. Sally’s knees hit the ground and she started crying earnestly.

“Oh, please, My King! I seek for your help! I know I’m just a slave…but p-please you have to h-help me, to h-help her….please my king!” She cried, her head bowed.

King Lucien’s brow furrowed as he watched how hard the girl is crying, how massive her small body was trembling. “What is the matter?”

“It’s about my—your slave, Your highness.” Sally swiped the tears from her eyes, staring at the king.

“What about her?” He asked in that flat tone of his.

Sally swallowed tightly, not knowing how to say this to him. “The mistress is t-torturing her in the dungeon…!”

His expression didn’t change. He was silent for a few long seconds.

“I gave her permission to do so.” He turned away from Sally, dismissing her effectively.

“Oh, please, your highness, please! The mistress is going to kill her! She’s whipping her b-badly and her back is a-all bloodied up! Please, your highness, she’s going to die, please!” She wept bitterly.

The king turned to face her. Saying nothing, he just stared at her.

Sally straightened her legs and laid down on the floor, she stretched her arms out rubbing them together in a gesture of plea. She cried uncontrollably as she repeatedly, “Please, please, please….”

The sight was heartbreaken for Baski and for the first time today, tears filled her eyes.

She lowered her knees to the ground beside Sally, her head lowered. “Please, my king.” She whispered.

Silence.

“Why would I want to do that, Baski?” He g*****d, his face expressionless. But fire banked in his eyes.

Baski could think of a few reasons, but she knows that all of them won’t be appreciated by the king who wants to wear coldness as an overall undergarment.

Baski stared up at him. “This girl, Sally… You asked me one day why most people in Salem likes her so much…”

Lucien nodded, his eyes on the both of them.

“She fed us all when we were still enslaved, my lord. All the good food we ate there came from her.” She smiled through her tears, “She’ll steal from the kitchen, and bring it to the slave dungeons and share….”

Baski stared at the girl crying on the floor beside her. “Sometimes, she’ll get caught by the guards and she’ll be flogged. They give out a lot of punishments to people caught stealing, but she never stopped bringing us food…. All those meals like feasts we ate, she stole all of them from the Royal kitchen and brought them to us.”

King Lucien’s eyes focused on Sally, not saying a word. But his face was no longer as cold.

Baski decided to tell the most important. “Sometimes, when a few guards catches her, she’ll…” She swallowed tightly, “….she’ll allow them take s****l pleasures from her body so they’ll let her go and not report her.”

Her eyes met and held the King’s. “She brings all those foods to us. All of them.”

Sally was suddenly crying louder on the ground, sobs after sobs racked her throat. She didn’t know how madam Baski found out about all these….she didn’t know anybody knows.

Every slave of Mombana knows she fed them as much as she can, because the King Cone always tries to starve them.

What they don’t know is the things she had to go through to make sure she gets food to them. She doesn’t know that Baski knows…. She didn’t know that anybody knows.

Lucien moved from his position at last. He walked closer to Sally, held her arm and urged her from the ground to stand up.

“Is it true? What Baski said now, is it true?” He g*****d, staring at her teary face and red eyes.

Sally nodded gingerly. They’re all true even though there’s still more to the story. So much more.

She wasn’t the only person that helped the people of Salem. Princess Danika did.

She kept stealing the princess’s food until the princess found out one day. The princess didn’t punish her.

Instead,she helped her steal foods. Ordered a lot of food in her own chambers just for her to pack them and go give to the slaves.

Sometimes, the princess would sneak to the kitchen with her and when they’re caught she’ll order the guards away and threaten them. Sometimes, it works. Sometimes, it doesn’t.

The princess’s father had once punished her with House-Arrest for one whole week because the guards reported seeing them in the kitchen. One week of not coming outside or seeing daylight.

The king had wanted to whip her, but the princess had refused adamantly and cried to her father saying that they should whip them both if he truly wants to whip Sally.

Those were just a little bit of the story, Sally thought.

Now, why won’t she help her princess when her princess is being tortured? She’d rather die than not do a thing about it!

The king was staring at her face so carefully, and he hasn’t said a thing. Sally got to look at his face closely, the thick scar on his cheeks that gave him a savage look.

At last, he pushed away from her and started out of the room. “Come and show me the dungeon, Sally.”