Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 648

Chapter 648: Destroy The Dark Faeries

Islinda sensed the shift the instant she opened her eyes.

"Oh no. Not again...." Dread settled inside of Islinda when she spotted herself suddenly in that dim, rusty yet familiar cell.

It has been so long since Islinda had any of these strange dreams about the demon and she became completely lax that it took her by surprise seeing herself here again. Unfortunately, whether she liked it or not, Islinda knew she would have to witness this vision to the end, only then would she be sent back to the waking world. It was basically useless dwindling away her time and had to get started.

Azula remained tethered to the spot where they had restrained her, her once elegant tail now marred by an uneven and grotesque stump from Benjamin’s merciless hacking. The memory sent a shiver down Islinda’s spine, leaving her fervently hoping never to witness such brutality again.

Islinda stood before the demon. Her posture was stiff with her head bowed low and her eyes closed shut. For a fleeting moment, Islinda wondered if death had claimed her, but her familiarity with the demon suggested otherwise. It was as if the demon’s words and thoughts echoed directly into her mind, filling her with thoughts and knowledge she shouldn’t even be able to possess.

Azula had been left alone for five long years. Left to wither away in isolation, enduring the relentless torment of being forgotten and forsaken!

At first, Benjamin would make periodic visits, attempting to coerce her into accepting his demands. The brutal mutilation of her once majestic tail only served to deepen her resolve and hatred for the dark Fae lord. Hence Benjamin’s misguided belief that such brutality would instill fear and compliance in Azula proved futile.

Instead, Azula retreated further into herself, becoming a mere shadow of her former self. She cared not for the threat of death, if anything, Azula anticipated it, knowing it was her only ticket back to her realm where her soul can find solace. But Benjamin seemed to know it, choosing to deny her even such mercy, and withholding the final release of death.

Though Benjamin refrained from physically harming her during his visits, the damage inflicted upon Azula’s psyche was irreparable, irreversibly tarnishing any semblance of redemption in Azula’s eyes. With each passing day, his visits grow fewer and farther between, until they cease altogether, leaving Azula to rot in solitude, forgotten and forsaken by all but her own indomitable spirit.

The mutilation of her tail inflicted excruciating pain, but it was the oppressive silence that tormented Azula the most. Left alone with nothing but her thoughts, Azula struggled to maintain her grip on reality. What began as a brief solitude gradually devolved into a nightmarish blur, where the line between reality and imagination blurred beyond recognition.

In the suffocating void of silence, Azula found herself slipping into brief episodes of madness, engaging in one-sided conversations and laughing at her own jokes. It was a desperate attempt to fill the void left by the absence of companionship. But that was just the beginning of her suffering.

There came the hunger.

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