The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 20

After Sally left, Danika made her way to the bathroom and took her bath. Then, she was dressing up.

There's no going to the mines today because of the gemstone Sally found yesterday. The reminder made her smile a little as she put on her petticoat.

She might go into the village today and check out if she can find a library. It's been so long she read, she has missed it terribly.

The thought firmly on her mind, she was putting on her slave wear when the door suddenly burst open.

Mistress Vetta strode in like she owns the place, with two hefty guards.

Danika bowed her head to the woman even as she fixed the last button of her dress together.

She walked closer to Danika, her eyes filled with so much loathing. She didn't say a word to her. Instead, she turned to the guards.

"Get her." She ordered as she turned and matched out of the room.

Before she could process the command, the two them grabbed hold of her arms and started dragging her out of the room.

Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and her breathing turned erratic in sheer panic. Danika always knows that this woman hated her badly. Sometimes, she just don'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 needed the answer all the same.

No one answered her. They dragged her through rounded hallways and Danika recognizes this routes.

It leads to the underground dungeon, the place she spent her first week on this place.

At the dungeon, they pushed her inside, she was barely able to catch herself. When she caught 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 are practically quivering 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, but her chin was tilted in that upward manner only a royalty can attain with ease.

Vetta took one step 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 all through her body.

"Let's get one thing straight, Slave." Vetta intoned, fasting her hand into Danika's hair and yanking it back to stare at her face openingly. "You do not get to question me!"

Danika gritted her teeth. She said nothing, but her eyes burned with fire and anger for this woman.

The king's torture is one thing...but a torture from his mistress is one that riles her up so much, especially when she hasn't done anything personally to deserve it.

Vetta saw the fire in her eyes, and it only angered her the most. She smiled wickedly as she let go of her hair with a hard tugand 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. Somehow, she'd always known at the back of her mind that this woman didn't bring her here for chit chats or anything. The woman's hate for her is always 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 instant, the feeling passed.

She knows for sure that this woman would never have mercy on her if she rolled on the floor and pleaded from now till the Creator comes 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..." She pretended to think about it. She 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. "Do NOT give me attitude, you useless slave!"

Danika decided that she has nothing to loose. She's about to torture, and there's no escaping it. She might as well do what she's been longing to do since she became a slave.

She added all the energy to her hand and slapped Vetta so hard, the sound of it was heard all over the place.

The guards gasped. Vetta groaned in pain, utterly stunned. How dare her!

"Tie her up! Now!" She raged angrily, her cheeks hurting.

The guards rushed forward and took hold of her arms.

Danika still glared at her so badly, a small smile on her lips when she saw the blood that pulled by the side of Vetta's mouth.

"I'll make you regret this!" Vetta vowed.

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Sally just finished buying the things she needed to keep the room fresh and beautiful from town. She was so happy, it was all over her face as she skidded into the palace.

She ran headfirst into a wall. No, not a wall, a person.

Her wrapped bundles fell to the ground and shattered. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking, I'm so sorry!"