Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
Danika took the bundle and sniffed it. The fresh scent of the flowers almost brought tears to her eyes. Golly, she missed this so much.
“I know how much you love them, my princess! I might not be so good in learning to read and to write, but I still remember a lot of things!” Sally enthused excitedly.
“They’re so beautiful, Sally.” Danika could barely speak with the emotion that tightened her throat. Her day always started by looking grim, and her wondering how much suffering she’d endure. But here Sally was, changing a lot of things for her.
“I know, right!?” Sally whirled towards the wardrobe and looked guilty. “I’m sorry about the clothes. I washed them because they no longer had fresh scents, even though they were still clean.”
“You should have woken me up to go wash together. I would have helped.”
Sally looked absolutely horrified at such a prospect. “No way. Never.”
Before Danika could say anything else, Sally was grinning and talking again. “I want to go into the village and get some things the room is missing. I’ll be back soon!”
“Oh, Sally. You might get in big trouble staying here with me. I love that you’re here in my room, but I don’t want you to get in trouble for leaving the palace slave’s quarters to stay with me.”
“No one cares in the palace quarters, so no one will tell on me.” Sally lowered her voice in a staged whisper. “I think Madam Baski knew I was here, and she didn’t mind. She didn’t tell on me.”
“Really?” Danika whispered too.
Sally nodded her head enthusiastically, grinning from ear to ear. “I’ve got to go into the village, but I’ll be backreeeeeal soon!”
Danika nodded. “Alright.”
Sally stopped at the door and turned with a huge grin. “The day is looking so bright, my princess!”
Danika’s lips stretched into a big smile of its own. “The only person brightening up the day is you, Sally.”
THE MISTRESS AND THE SLAVE
After Sally left, Danika made her way to the bathroom and took her bath. Then she dressed.
There was no going to the mines today because of the gemstone Sally found the previous day. The reminder made her smile a little as she put on her petticoat. Danika thought perhaps she’d go into the village too and try to find a library. It had been so long since she’d read, and she missed it terribly.
The thought firmly on her mind, Danika was putting on her slave uniform when the door suddenly burst open, and Mistress Vetta strode in like she owned the place, with two hefty guards following.
Danika bowed her head to the woman even as she fixed the last button of her dress together.
Vetta walked closer to Danika, her eyes filled with loathing. She didn’t say a word to her. Instead, she turned to the guards.
“Get her,” she ordered as she turned and marched out of the room.
Before Danika could process the command, the two men grabbed her arms and started dragging her out of the room. Her heartbeat wildly in her chest, and her breathing turned from erratic into hyperventilating. Danika always knew that the woman hated her.
Sometimes she didn’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 needing the answer all the same.
No one answered her. They dragged her through rounded hallways, and Danika recognized the routes.
It led to the underground dungeon-the place she spent her first week.
At the dungeon, they pushed her inside, and she barely caught herself. When she regained 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 quivered 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, her chin tilted in that upward manner only a royalty could attain.
Vetta stepped 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 throughout her body.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Slave,” Vetta intoned, fastening her hand in Danika’s hair, and yanking it back to stare at her face. “You do not get to question me!”
The king’s torture was one thing, but torture from his mistress angered her-especially when she hadn’t done anything to deserve it.
Vetta saw the fire in her eyes, and it only infuriated her more. She smiled wickedly as she let go of Danika’s hair with a hard tug and 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. She’d always known in the back of her mind that this woman didn’t bring her here for chit-chat. The woman’s hate for her was as 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 quickly, the feeling passed. She knew for sure that this woman would never have mercy on her, even if she rolled on the floor and pleaded from now till the creator came 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…” Vetta pretended to think about it, then 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. “Donot give me attitude, you useless slave!”
Danika decided she had nothing to lose. Vetta was about to torture her, and there was no escaping it. She might as well do what she’d been longing to do since she became a slave. Danika mustered all the energy she had and slapped Vetta so hard that the sound of it echoed in the chamber.
The guards gasped. Vetta groaned in pain, utterly stunned.
How dare she?
“Tie her up! Now!” she raged angrily, her cheek hurting.
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