“Please, Reginald, let me go.” She pleaded, pulling at the restraints around her wrist. Tears soaked her eyes when they didn’t give way. She was tied spread-eagle on a St. Andrews cross that was carefully positioned in the center of the basement she never knew existed right underneath the room he’d kept her in.“You passed on my brother’s child as mine.” Reginald’s voice boomed out in the room, eerily silent and bland. It washed over her like a bucket of cold water doused over her head, sending crazy shivers spiraling down her spine that was pressed against the smooth wood.“We loved each other.” She choked out, whimpering as a draft of cold wind bit into her flesh."Aww," Instead of instantly losing himself, Reginald chuckled eerily, the sound of his laugh almost like that of the devil's. He had a smile on his face making him even more scarier. "In what way did I not make it clear that you belonged to me? Every part of you, including your hoe pussy?" He suddenly exuded a chilling aur
Her lips parted, the gasp escaping her lips drowning under the cracking noise that echoed in the room. As the numbing shock faded, excruciating pain bloomed from the depth of herr womb and an ear piercing scream tore through her lips.Savannah felt like she was going to die. "Argh!" She lets out a blood-curdling scream, her voice doing nothing to down the sound of the belt and bat lashing against her belly and pussy."Please, it hurts, it hurts," she whimpered, shivering. "Please stop. Stop, Reginald."But if she said anything, Reginald doesn't care, he doesn't even act like he heard her and his two hands keep moving simultaneously. His eyes was bloodshot and he was exuding a tyrannical aura.It was as if he had morphed from a normal human into an unemotional beast."Please, please, please," Savannah could only whisper feverishly. Even her voice was deserting her. This pain was nothing like she has ever felt before. She didn't know if it was the pain of the cigar which had left a red
His footfalls echoed in the mostly empty halls, and a smug twisted smile twisted his lips. Just as always, he did this and nobody did anything to him. An illusion of power screamed through his veins and his shoulders snapped even straighter. He turned a corner and moved with the pride of a man who thought he owned the entire world and when he reached the double doors, he shouldered it open and stepped into the brightness of the patio, vibrant with colors from hundreds of varieties of flowers.Ahhh. He grunted as he drank them all in, his nose flaring in pleasure.Then his eyes fell on the mass of black clothed people by the gates. They were waiting for him and goddess, did Reginald take his dear time in preparing. His hair was slicked back from his face with globs upon globs of gel that could glue wallpapers on fresh walls. Skin shone and dazzled under the sun and a devil-may care grin made his lips tilt up on one end. But as he crossed the lawn to the gates he slowly replaced his gri
The weather quickly turned sour as soon as they arrived at the courtyard, skies grey and the cloud pregnant. A strong wind howled through the trees, carrying the acrid scent of burning flesh to where Reginald stood in the shadows. Eyes gleaming, he watched as his brother’s body was consumed by the hungrily licking flames. The fire crackled and spat, its hungry tongues lapping at the Pyre. As the fire reflected in his eyes, he recalled how Ryker had betrayed him, he recalled his sour argument with Rachel where she had spat at him that he couldn’t father a child. Raw, and hot jealousy screamed in his veins and he sunk his teeth into his tongue to hold back a growl of rage. He hated Ryker and Savannah so much that he would do anything to make her life miserable. Taking that bastard in her foetus wasn’t enough. Not at all. He was going to torture her very slowly, until she was out of her mind. As soon as they were done here, he would bring Savannah back to the castle and his new torture p
“We have no other choice!” Reginald threw his hands up, agitatedly weaving a hand through his hair. “it’s the only way.”“No!” Lexington barked, slamming his fist on their father’s desk. That option Reginald kept bringing was inadmissible. How could they make Savannah a scapegoat to what she knew nothing about?Meanwhile the King stood by his window, peering down at his Kingdom with a lost look. This was what he meant when he said Reginald was a monster and a psychopath who would do the worst things in the name of protecting the Kingdom. Most of all, he was worried of…“What about her folks?” he spoke up finally, turned to look at his son. One dark, one light.Reginald threw his head back in laughter. “A stray cat is given more thought then Savannah to her folks. She is just a lowly maid that nobody likes.”Lexington’s fingers balled. He had taken it upon himself to protect Savannah from Reginald since Ryker had made him promise, no matter what it took and now that she was back in the
In the King’s study where Reginald and Lexington continued bickering67, a distant thud, followed by a muffled cry reached them. They all fell silent, their eyes meeting in a mix of confusion and alarm. The sound had come from somewhere nearby, and they both knew it was a cry of distress. Without a word, Lexington whirled around and tore through the oak door to run toward the source of the sound. L their footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hallway. As they ran past the guards, the sound of the cry grew louder, and they could now hear words being spoken.“No, Please. Help.” A woman’s voice croaked, her words tinged with fear. Somehow Reginald moved faster than him and was inside the room before Lexington popped up.He felt a cold shiver run down his spine as he stepped into the dark room. Reginald was the one with the perfect night vision, not him, but his perception was tingling. Lexington could sense something was terribly wrong, but he couldn't see anything in the pitch black. pinchi
As the thick wooden door creaked open, Savanna emerged from the darkened room, her eyes adjusting to the harsh morning light. She was a vision of loveliness, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders, her emerald eyes glistening like dewdrops on a morning rose. On Lexington's orders, Reginald had taken it upon himself to 'prepare' her for her meeting with the King, with the hopes of masking the horrors he had inflicted on her.He had forced her to eat, to dress in her finest attire, a stark contrast to the tattered rags she had been wearing since she'd been taken back to the castle. Thanks to the chitchat with Lexington, Savannah had something to look forward to. She was hurting but somehow she knew everything would be fine so she carried herself with an air of defiance, her eyes reflecting a deep well of pain and determination. All she had to do was act normal so that the king could send her away and then she'd be free.A fresh wave of pain tightened her heart, making her eyes sti
Reginald felt his stomach tighten with unease. He felt uncomfortable, the feeling intensifying as Savannah's laughter continued bouncing off the walls."Shut up!" He yelled, straightening his shoulder to seem more menacing and surprisingly, to hie relief, Savannah quieted down. But then she threw him an icy look that sent shivers down his back to his core and fuck, Regained flushed red as his boxers actually dampened. He peed himself because of this little bitch? A mix of humiliation and anger congealed his blood and he backed away from her, heading to the door. Sending her away was actually a good decision. he hoped she'd be discovered as a spy and got killed by those pack. He really hoped she would never return...alive.But he hadn't gone a few steps when her quiet voice spoke up. "There was a time I Kidded myself into believing that I could make you love me and I believed that it would just take time but we would be a happy couple." He could hear the grimace in her voice. "You don'