The Alpha King's Hated Slave novel Chapter 21

When Sally ran out of the dungeon, Vetta can only laugh as she watched Danika shake on her knees.

The slave can't do a thing. The king gave her permission to torture Danika, and there's nothing anybody can do about it.

She gave the guards sign-order for them to stop whipping her. They bowed their heads. She stared at Danika.

"See....even your slave you charmed has left you." She drawled as she walked close to the slave in front of her.

Danika could barely hear the woman. Everywhere hurts. Her back is on fire. Her body no longer feels like her own.

Tears fell from her eyes in waves, her body trembling while the Mistress laughed and made talks in front of her.

"I will enjoy doing this to you on a daily basis. Torturing you is a special fun on it's own. The king has been way too kind on you, I'd have said you charmed him but I know the king is not some whimp of a man your witchery will work on." Vetta said.

The coppery taste of blood inside Danika's mouth overwhelmed her senses. She'd bitten the insides of her mouth a lot to keep from crying out.

She felt relief when she started drifting in and out of consciousness. Who knows, it just might be death finally knocking....

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Sally ran away from the dungeon in the hope of finding help for her princess! Even if she has to ask the King himself.

Just the thought of it, had her throat tightening. The king is not the kind of person just anybody meets....talk more of laying direct complaints or seeking help.

As she ram through another corner, she saw Baski. "Madam, Baski! Madam Baski!", she cried, tears in her eyes.

Baski took one look at her and felt concerned. "What's the problem, dear? You'll loose all your breath. Heavens, you're running so fast....!"

Sally's knees hit the ground and she grabbed hold of Baski's garment desperately. "Please! Please, y-you've got to help m-m-me, please!" She was sobbing so badly, it's hard to make out her words.

"Help you with what, dear? And calm down, so you don't faint?"

"My princess...m-my princess! The mistress wants to kill her! They're in the dungeon and s-she....oh, madam Baski, she's in so much pains!" She sobbed uncontrollably, tears swimming down her eyes.

Mistress Vetta is torturing the king's slave? "Oh, dear. I'm sure she has the king's permission if she's doing that. There's nothing I can do to help you...."

Sally only cried the more, she grabbed hold of the end of Baski's robe. "P-Please! Oh, pleeease! She's w-whipping her and her back....her back is all bruised! Please!"

Baski was torn. She doesn't have the power to intervene in the businesses of the king's mistress. This girl is crying so hard, she doesn't know what to do.

"The king is the only one that can intervene, my dear, I don't have such powers. And you know...how the king feels about Danika..." Baski pointed out falteringly, "...he would never intervene, especially if he's the one that gave permission for it."

"I know...! I know, Madam Baski....! I just wanna try! I have to try...! Please, help me!"

"And the worst part of it all is that the king said he doesn't want to be disturbed now. He didn't sleep well last night, I made him some herbs to help him sleep this morning..."

Sally shook her head tearfully, "She'll die, she'll die! The princess will die! They are whipping her so badly and the mistress is p-playing with her collar....!"

"Oh, dear..." Baski breathed helplessly.

"You just have to help me, madam Baski, please! I know you're a good woman, please, h-help me!"

In the end, Baski agreed even though she knows this will be a big problem. Not only is it the king's mistress, but the slave involved is one the king has no liking for, and not to mention that the king said he shouldn't be disturbed.

Baski can smell the problem from a mile long.

But she still took Sally, because just like every once-enslaved person of Salem kingdom, she knows the good things this girl did to help them when they were still in captivity.

"Make sure not to refer to the slave as a princess in front of the king." She cautioned Sally on the way.

Sally nodded vigorously as they walked from the slave quarters to the Royal quarters and into the hallway that leads to the King's chambers.

She walked past the guards. "Can I come in, Your Highness?" She raised her voice and called out.

Silence. The silence stretched for very long seconds....stretched into minutes.

Baski held her breath and waited. Sally held her own breath and prayed all kinds of prayer in her mind.

They were beginning to give up when they heard the gruff voice. "Enter."

They released the breath they were holding and Baski pushed the big door open. They entered the room.

The King still wore his royal garment which he went to court with and he was coming out of the library room. "I gave orders not to be disturbed, Baski."

Baski lowered her head, "I'm so sorry, My King."

King Lucien's eyes left Baski and drew on the familiar face of the girl besides her. Sally's knees hit the ground and she started crying earnestly.