The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 41

The medicine man came several minutes afterwards and forced down more sleeping portions down her throat. He also gave her portions her fever and headache too.

“How is she?” Baski asked.

The old man hesitated. “She’s holding out barely. Her body is healing and I hope to heavens, her mind is too. It still isn’t assured if she will get through this… You all have to be prepared for the wors—“

Danika snapped her head up so fiercely, “She’ll survive! Don’t say that, doctor! She’ll be fine! S-Sally is a fighter…. My Sally is a fighter…. s-she will be fine! She will be….!” She cried so hard.

Baski grabbed her and hugged her to her chest impulsively.

Danika is breaking apart right in front of her eyes. Sobs after sobs racked her throat as she burrowed deeper into Baski.

Time passed. The medicine man finally left after giving out instructions. He’d said that the portions will keep Sally deeply asleep until morning or even on the noon.

Baski finally said goodnight again, and it’s only Danika now in the room.

She sat there on the floor, staring at Sally and her chest hurt badly. Sally is this way because of her. The knowledge is like a stab to her chest all the time.

She closed her eyes and she remembered Sally’s pained screams back there in the courtroom. Her screams stayed in her head.

She opens her eyes and she can only remember the way they found her broken body bleeding profusely as she laid on the table.

Earlier in the day, Baski had mixed some kind of portion from a leaf she hasn’t seen before, and opened Sally’s legs to apply them.

There’d been visible brusies there, but Baski was able to carefully pour to portion into her body.

She’d explained that the portions will kill the ejaculations from the kings to prevent conception, and it will also push all of it right out of her and fight any disease she might have incurred.

She was right because it didn’t take long before the whitish fluids started pushing out of her body, mixed with the portion.

Afterwards, Baski had carefully used water to insert her two fingers inside and wash her as carefully as she could manage without poking her bruises or making her hurt more.

Then, she’d brought out a pill from her med-bag and carefully inserted into Sally’s body. This will help…uhm…tighten those muscles, heal the bruises inside and have her body back together in no time, she’d explained.

Danika remembered thanking her so much. She can’t thank Baski enough.

Now, she sat down on the cold ground, her back leaning on the wall and her heart hurting badly.

Staring at Sally now, looking so small on that bed, and remembering everything…her chest was almost suffocating her. She closed her eyes and hears Sally’s screams.

This pain… It hurts too much. Nothing ever hurts more than this…not even being whipped by that wicked mistress. Not even being the one in Sally’s place now.

What Baski told her in the afternoon came back to her…

“You shouldn’t be there because the only thing that would hurt more than being on that table for the kings, is watching and hearing your loved one doing it for you…and you’re helpless to stop it.” she’d added, “You can ask King Lucien. He knows how that feels more than anybody.”

Her eyes closed, tears swimmed down. She didn’t know how long passed.

Her heart was so heavy. The pain inside her was so heart wrenching, she needed a distraction from this pain or it’ll be the death of her.

She raised trembling hands to her collared throat and squeezed. The different kind of pain feels better.

This internal pain will be the death of her, she needed a different kind of pain. Any pain whatsoever would feel better that this one tearing her apart from the inside out.

She got up from the floor and wiped her tears.

She doesn’t know where the courage came from, and she wasn’t thinking about it. Her brain had shut down and she could only feel this pain.

She locked the door for Sally’s safety. With each step she took, her legs carried her to the king’s chambers.

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Lucien laid down on the bed and his subconscious took him back to that very day in Mombana. He was in chains after being whipped that morning.

His back was bleeding. His legs were bleeding where Cone made him step on shattered glasses and laughed while he was dragged in chains to walk on them.

Back in chains, he was barely awake. It’s one of those hundred times he came face to face with death. Cone was still angry at him for killing his guard and saving a girl the guards were raping. She was one of his subjects.

He’d been punished him severally. He laid on the cold hard ground of his cage, bleeding and without strength.

He hasn’t eaten anything in three days, and being tortured too got him on the verge of death.

Vetta was in the cage next to him and even though they were instructed to stay away from him, Vetta crawled from her cage to his own. That was where she is when the guards came. They got angry and dragged her by the hair away.

There was this guard named Coza. He’s the most horrible, the worst of all the guards. He was the chief rapist who molests both women and little children.

Coza always hated him too much, he’d always hinted that he wants to kill him because of the way he always tries to stop him from doing a lot of awful things.

It was Coza’s buddy that he killed and it only made Coza’s anger for him boil harder. The man lived to see him die.

Coza had watched his buddy drag Vetta away, he brought out his whip, ready to start hitting his already battered body.

But Declan ran from his cage and blocked their part.

“No! Please, he’s bleeding too much already! He’s almost dying!” He’d pleaded. Declan shielded him with his own body.

Coza had laughed and pushed Declan aside. He’d fallen because he hasn’t eaten in days.

“I’ve always wanted to kill him, your prince!” Coza snarled, “He’s freshly tortured and already at the blink of death. I can kill him and King Cone would never know better!”

Coza started whipping his bloody back again.