That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390
Zaiper's screams rolled down the dungeon corridor, bouncing off walls as Daemonikai sawed through his leg with a cutlass—whistling a slow, melodic tune. Blood sprayed, splashing onto Daemonikai’s robes, forming a growing puddle.

“This blade’s gone dull,” he said conversationally, examining the edge. “Get me the dagger.”

A guard handed it to him from the wall of instruments, so much polished steel behind them.

Daemonikai discarded the cutlass with a soft clatter and resumed with the dagger, slicing deep into muscle and tendon, never missing a beat in his whistle.

“Please! AHhhhhhh!” Zaiper howled. An animal sound, born of unbearable pain.

Daemonikai sawed clean through until the leg detached entirely. He lifted it, holding it up like a prized relic.

“I hope you don’t mind if I keep this,” he said casually, inspecting the severed limb. “It’s a clean slice. Unfortunately for you, it won’t regenerate—considering I’ve taken the entire limb. You’ll have to forgive me. I got carried away.”

He smiled faintly. “But don’t worry, I won’t let you die. What’s a leg, really? You can do without it.”

Zaiper was barely conscious, his breathing ragged, eyes glassy and unfocused.

Daemonikai tilted his head. “He didn’t hear that, did he?” He shrugged. “Guess I’ll make the decision for you then.”

He waved the leg in front of Zaiper’s face before tossing it aside like a useless stick.

“Binding cloths. Now,” he ordered, wiping the blade on his sleeve. “We can’t let him bleed out. His life is very important.”

“Please... just... let me die,” Zaiper croaked, voice no louder than a whisper.

Daemonikai chuckled. “Now, why would I do that?”

He pressed cloth to the stump, sealing it tightly. Zaiper writhed, screaming again, but the binds held fast.

“I still need you functional. We’ve got four more ferals waiting, and they’re not exactly known for their patience.” His voice lowered. “You really have no idea what it feels like—when your instincts go unmet. But I do. It’s agony.”

Zaiper spat. “You’re a monster…”

Daemonikai looked up from his knotwork, smiling faintly. “One you created. You wanted me mad, didn’t you?” He tied the last knot viciously, and Zaiper howled again.

“Oh, Zaiper… if you knew how hard it was to control the kill-and-destroy urge, you'd have mercy on me. But thanks to you,” he said, straightening with a sigh. “I get to release some of that pent-up energy.” He gestured toward Zaiper’s mangled body. “There. All nice and done.”

The male was nearly unrecognizable now. But Daemonikai couldn’t take full credit—the ferals had torn him apart with claws and teeth. One pair had gone so far as to rip his intestines out, and Daemonikai had personally stuffed them back in before ordering him stitched up. Nice and clean.

He smirked. “What can I say? I’m having fun.”

He crouched again. “Now, let’s try this once more. Where is the dark mage?”

“I—I can’t—”

“Wrong answer. Bring me the battle hammer.”

Zaiper’s head lifted instantly, panic flashing in his blood-crusted eyes. “No, no, no, no, please—”

Hammer handed to Daemonikai, he raised it without hesitation.

“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you—!”

“Too late,” Daemonikai drawled. “You may tell me after.”

BANG.

Zapier’s femur shattered.

The scream that followed wasn’t human. It was something less. Something ripped apart from the inside out.

Daemonikai blinked slowly. “Hm.” He struck again.

BANG.

This scream, Daemonikai could not describe, but it was the best music yet. However, it cut off at a high tone…

Zaiper had passed out.

Daemonikai stood, peering down at him, lips thinning. “What sort of alpha passes out under such little pressure?”

He turned to the guards and they shook their heads, disappointed.

Daemonikai clicked his tongue, giving Zaiper’s shattered leg a light kick. “Hey. Get up. You can’t just check out mid-session, it’s rude.”

No response.

“Water,” he said, flicking blood off his fingers.