Chapter 2

I shuddered, a sense of fear flushed through me.

My eyes rolled behind me to see if he referred to another. I was developing cold hands or feet, my tingling skin and my heart palpitations. Possibly because of the tension that hits my chest.

"The girl in the shredded dress", his callous voice screeches and his eyes darken at me. My breath was rapid, and I shook, still wondering who he referred to.

However, the realization dawned on me when the soldier who bound my hands pushed me forward.

I almost fell on my knees, but I maintained a balance and exhaled deeply, having rage in my heart.

"Get her ready to serve me" he furthers as a maid walks up to him with shaky hands. She was holding a tray of wine in a glass while I was dumbfounded.

He shifted his gaze to the maid who whimpered and almost poured his glass of wine on him. It irritated him. I watched in anticipation as if her fate would be terrible.

"Humans, disgusting" he cruelly uttered, with no iota of kindness in him. I guess these people were worse than animals. There were no emotions and just psychopaths.

Hastily, she went on her knees, pleading for mercy, for a mistake that wasn't carried out, and he seemed irritated by something. Rubbing his neck and grunting softly, he pointed his right arm at her.

A robotic weapon covered him from his elbow downwards, unleashing swishes and a quiet, steady hum that can only be heard when one is in proximity but then grows loud, buzzing, sizzling, sparking, likely meaning there was a damaged wire or circuit breaker.

It sent chills running down my spine.

His arms blare up fire, and it pieces her right in front of me. My breathing was excessive, and her blood stained the magnifying fragments of the castle walls. Then came some soldiers stationed at every corner of the palace to clean up the mess.

Then I noticed everyone bowing to him as he stood up from his throne, taking a calculative step forward, with the glass in his hand. I didn't know what got into me, but I wasn't a part of their act.

Each step he took sent echoes rocking the palace like it would collapse. His powers were quite atrocious and anyone who beheld his raging gaze burns.

I shuddered when I heard a swish sound behind me. It was one of the human slaves who dared to look into his eyes. I knew I was next because my anxiety couldn't help but stare.

The viscous nature of the killings revealed the ver'k as people who were filled with hate towards their victims. It was clear every one of us had suffered greatly. Then I heard another grunt and the thudding sound of her body. I knew why she had found her early grave. She was looking directly into his eyes.

The unscrupulous soldiers barked in my ears to respect their lord. To my surprise, I was the only one left.

The soldier's hands roughly held my head to a bow, but I only returned a glare, breathing hard and feeling nausea from his slimy body brushing against mine. Surprisingly, his gray eyes rimmed so bright like fluorescent lights, and he was pointing that destructive arm at my face.

I writhe from the pain the chains on me caused.

I would meet my end. I was exhausted, but then, I wanted my eyes alive to witness what he'd really done to me for the disrespect.

It was hot even at that distance away. The soldier kicked me on my knees and I heard a sizzling sound so loud as though it aimed to explode me, but the king suddenly shot at the soldier and there was a loud gasp from the people present.

The green fluid that poured out of his body gave tribute to my face. I swallowed hard, heaving softly as my heart was in my mouth. Perhaps he made a mistake. Immediately, the two soldiers beside me released my hand and stepped back, giving me distance.

Everyone in the palace had a curious gaze at me and the king as we both glared at each other or anxiously started. I didn't flutter an eyelid.

This king gave me a smirk as I was the only one looking him in the eyes. Intentionally, he dropped the glass in his hand, and it shattered on my bare foot. I flinched, biting my fingernails as goosebumps held me.

Almost instantly, I looked down at the glasses that caused me to bleed. My face turned pale.

"A vicious one, huh", his gruesome voice echoed as he held my chin and drew closer to his. He grabbed my chin and I felt the rough texture of his hand.

My legs trembled violently, and a chill ran down my spine.

His hot breath fanned my face and I could barely breathe. The incessant and intricate eyes of his evoke anxiety.

I felt his breath fanning my face, and I was jittery. Perhaps he might want me beheaded, my skin ripped off and lagging down the walls of the castle for the vulnerable and victimized souls to learn from it.

He led one of his claws to fondle the skin on my left cheek. It felt like a pest digging its way into my skin and I gnashed my teeth. He was hurting me, and I was sure my skin would shed enough blood from there.

"I hate it when my offer is turned down, especially from humans," he said, like advice or warning. His grip on my jaw tightens as though his claws would rip it out.

He was a sadistic man, his eyebrows scrunched together, forehead creased, lips tightened, jaws tense, nostrils flared. I noted all this about him.

He let go of my chin harshly and almost immediately, another soldier used his electric whip to almost strike me, but he ordered him to stop.

The rest of the soldiers in this place lifted their eyes to take a glimpse at me. It seems as if his act felt bizarre too.

To be sincere, I was scared, but then working in this castle was my demise. I never imagined one day, I'd become a part of the slaves, more or less a maid. It wasn't as though I refuted the offer! I haven't even said a word regarding it.

I threw my gaze at the other human slaves, too down-cast to even look at me or gesture a sign at me to be submissive. They'd probably be saying in their mind that I know the rules.

He gave me a cruel grimace and turned his back on me.

I was petrified as the rumor says that whenever this ill-stricken man turns his back on his prey, it is death.

The nefarious intentions of the soldiers became clear as their cusses rained on me. Their darkened gaze on me made me tremble.

"Well, you could feed her to the dogs. I've got more humans to serve me" he suddenly declares.

Just as I thought. As though these soldiers were enlivened by his decision, especially this one close by. I knew he wanted my pussy even before feeding me to the dogs, those vicious animals that look just like their ruthless masters.

I didn't want this virus-filled soldier to hold me even for a bit! I was sick. It was best to accept his decision, but then I refused with my attitude to begin with.

The soldier jerks me from the ground and my feeble knees crack. I couldn't even feel my body. Rocking from side to side or any kind of swaying motion, I struggled out of his grip, but he struck a hectare lightning blazer rod at me that made me almost paralyzed.

I could see the soldier gaining color, especially in his face and neck. Bulging veins, as he sneers, his lips pressed into thin lines, corners of the mouth pointing downward, showing teeth.

He threw a fierce look at me and almost slapped me, but then he ceased when I saw the king farrow his brows at him.

If there was no second chance, I'd still try my luck because I could sense this soldier would rip me off immediately as we crossed the giant doors of this mansion.

Hastily, I went on my knees as tears of pain and grief clouded my eyes, but I never revealed it.

"I accept", I squeezed out of my lips, shivering as the chain on me rattled, rimming out a blizzard sound.

It was electrifying and sent shock gushing down my body. Sweat beads on my face as I pant softly. I knew he was a man of no hearts and his decision.

He didn't even look at me and I folded my cheap lips, blood drooling from my nose due to the pressure applied on me earlier. Bleeding was a part of us, and we saw nothing worked out about it.

"Take her away," he stressed, clanging his fingers on his arm. This was the end of me, not!