Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 78

Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King’s Slave Island

Chapter 78

Natasha’s POV

“What did he- I couldn’t finish the question. Didn’t want to know but had to know.

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“He used me,” Davelina said simply. “Whenever he wanted. However he wanted. Sometimes multiple times a day. Sometimes he’d go days

without touching me, just to make me think maybe it was over, and then he’d come back and it would start again.”

Her eyes were distant now, seeing things I couldn’t see.

“He liked to hurt me,” she continued. “Not just fucking. Actual torture. He had… tools. Whips. Canes. Hot irons. He’d use them on me

while he fucked me. Said he liked the way I screamed.”

Tears were running down her face now, but her voice remained steady.

“Sometimes he’d bring others. His knights. His guards. They’d all take turns with me while he watched. He’d tell them how to hurt me.

Where to cut me. How hard to hit me.”

“Davelina- I was crying again, unable to stop.

“He kept me chained to his bed most of the time,” she said. “Naked. Available whenever he wanted. He’d bring me food sometimes. Other

times he’d forget for days. I lost track of time down there. Lost track of everything except the pain.”

She looked at me finally, and I saw the depth of trauma in her eyes.

“Today was the first time I’d left those chambers,” she said. “All the female slaves were required to come to the games. Even me. Sebastian made me work in the back, bringing food and wine. He told me to stay out of sight. Not to come up to the platform.”

“But you did,” I whispered.

“I saw you,” she said simply. “I was carrying wine up the stairs and I saw you. Standing there. And I saw Sebastian order you to strip. And

I-I couldn’t let that happen. Couldn’t let him discover what you are.”

Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

“So I came out,” she said. “Even though I knew it would make him angry. Even though I knew he’d punish me later. I couldn’t watch him

destroy you too.”

I pulled her into a hug-carefully, mindful of her injuries. She buried her face in my shoulder and we both cried.

“I’m sorry,” I sobbed. “I’m so sorry you went through that. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

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“We’re protecting each other,” she whispered. “That’s all we can do. Protect each other and survive.”

We held each other for a long time. Until the tears finally stopped. Until we could breathe again.

When we finally pulled apart, I noticed blood seeping through the back of her dress.

“Your wounds,” I said. “They need to be treated. Do you know where I can find medical supplies?”

“Lucy,” Davelina said. “The girl who rooms near you. She sometimes has bandages and salves.”

“Stay here,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”

I ran through the corridors to the servants’ quarters. Found Lucy’s room-a tiny space barely big enough for the narrow cot inside.

Lucy wasn’t there. Her bed was empty, her few possessions scattered around the room.

She was taken. One of the nobles must have selected her.

I felt a pang of fear for my friend, but I pushed it aside. I’d worry about Lucy later. Right now, Davelina needed help.

I searched Lucy’s room frantically. Finally found what I was looking for-a small cloth bag hidden under her mattress. Inside were bandages, some dried herbs, and a small clay pot of what looked like salve.

I grabbed everything and ran back to where I’d left Davelina.

She was still sitting on the bench, her head leaned back against the wall, her eyes closed.

“I found some supplies,” I said. “This might help with the pain and prevent infection.*

I helped her turn so her back was facing me. Then, as carefully as I could, I pulled her dress up to expose her back.

Oh God.

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The wounds were worse than I’d thought. Deep welts crisscrossed her pale skin, many of them split open and bleeding. In some places, the flesh was torn completely, exposing raw muscle beneath.

And over everything was a layer of dried cum and blood, crusted and disgusting.

“This is going to hurt, I warned her. “I need to clean the wounds first.”

“Do it,” she said. Her voice was tight with pain but determined.

I used some of the cloth to wipe away the worst of the filth. Davelina bit down on her hand to keep from screaming, her whole body rigid

with agony

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When the wounds were as clean as I could get them, I opened the pot of salve. It smelled strongly of herbs-some I recognized, some i

didn’t.

I scooped some out with my fingers and began applying it to her wounds as gently as possible.

Even so, Davelina gasped and clenched her fists. Tears streamed down her face.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. “I’m so sorry. Just a little more.”

I worked as quickly as I could, covering each wound with the salve. Then I wrapped bandages around her torso, holding them in place as

best I could without proper supplies.

When I was finally done, I helped her pull her dress back down.

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