Signing death warrant!!

**Natasha’s POV**

“Should we be spending our time on this? With her life hanging by a thread, Louris’s lust will be no help. To extract all of her powers, we must ensure she remains in one piece. He should stop his irresponsible ways,” Mycelle was complaining to the guard who was shackling my wrists and tying the other end of the chain to the bedpost. She wore a long black robe that, I was sad to say, didn’t hide her hideous face.

“And who is going to stop him? This fucking guard!” I replied with a roll of my eyes.

“You know what? If not for your powers, I would cut out your tongue and feed it to the pests,” she replied with a smirk, which I swear to cut out from her face.

“It’s your bad luck...you need me alive,” I said, copying her smirk.

“You’re right; it’s really unfortunate,” Mycelle sighed, turning around to depart the room.

“Rhaegar, where the hell are you and the dagger?” I mind-linked him.

“Mycelle took the dagger. I am searching for it in her palace. You need to hold on till then,” he responded.

“Hold on...seriously... that’s an impossible thing to do after your horny uncle comes. Good luck with your search; your aunt has gone and is probably already back at the palace.”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I need a plan.”

“Okay...whatever! Do fast!" My thoughts trailed off to Damon and Lukas, hoping they could neutralize the threat and let the armies pass through the portal.

I took a closer look at my surroundings. This room is familiar to me from my flashbacks. It was the same room that bitch-face Anna shared with Rhaegar. It looked rather neglected, possibly left untouched after Anna’s death. The cobwebs and cracks in the ceilings were prevalent, and that unfateful window was half-broken.

King Louris entered the room, the wooden floor creaking below his weight.

“Desperate for me!” He said with that beastly grin which I swear to tear up from his damn face. He was cutting the distance between us with long strides, and the sound of his heeled shoes tapping on the floor was like a ticking clock. I pulled against my restraints, trying to back away, but I knew it was a pointless act and the one he enjoyed watching.

“Like a bullet to the head,” I snapped, recoiling from his cold finger, which was tracing my cheek.

“I like the women with sass,” he said, taking off his trousers. I saw his large unattractive dick, and it brought to mind a withered, flaccid bottle gourd. Oh gosh, I hate bottle gourds.

“So, looking at the size of your dick...I feel this won’t bode well for me,” I said, scrunching up my face.

“You will live,” he responded. I couldn’t believe he could joke. “But now it’s time to cooperate,” he said in a hoarse voice.

“I am not going to do that,” I said bravely. He smiled as though expecting my reaction.

“I expected you to say that, which is why I prepared a bargaining chip.” Then he looked at the door.

The Grim Reaper entered the room with Rhaegar’s mother. He held her captive, a massive axe at her throat, and I saw the blood beginning to well.

“NO!” I screamed out, and King Louris motioned for the blade to be lowered.

“Don’t listen to him, he can’t kill me…he can’t…” She was then silenced by King Louris with a punch to the face. Her head lolled to the side, spraying blood across the floor.

“NO, STOP IT!” I screamed, pulling madly against my chains. King Louris bent down, whispering in my ear. “Do you want to see how I pluck out her eyes? Or maybe tear off her head or pluck her limbs from their joints. Where the hell is Rhaegar? I will kill his mother first and then him!”

The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I wouldn’t allow that to happen to Rhaegar’s mother.

“NO! You can’t do that!” I screamed at him, but he just laughed.

“Ha, is that what you think? You’re even more foolish than I thought. I will be a GOD of all the realms! There will be nothing I can’t do.”

As tears streamed down my face, I gritted my teeth and told the bastard, “I will do as you say.”

“Good girl.” He praised with a sadistic grin. His hands moved swiftly to my dress, ripping the top layer of feathers off. A sharp, burning pain sliced my skin, bringing tears and a cry of anguish.

King Louris set the blade aside, then dipped his face to my wound, licking the blood as he said, “Now is the time to taste Morrighan’s blood.” He then made a humming noise before letting me go. “Ah, so exotic… your power is strong and well rooted inside your bloodstream.”

Next, he came close to my face, like he was going to kiss me. The sight was so repulsive that it made me shiver, yet I couldn’t help but think about kissing those sinister rubbery lips.

“Get off me!” I screamed at him, but this just extracted another grin from the evil bastard. He ran his fingers up my legs, and I started to thrash about on the bed to get away from him. Right before he reached the intersection of my thighs, I exclaimed, “Stop it! Stop it immediately!”

I thrashed harder, feeling the pain it caused as the heavy metal rubbed and banged against my wrists and ankles. As he moved, the wooden bed frame creaked under his weight. The crack soon reached the post, holding my chains. Well, that’s some good news.

“Tasha!” I mind-linked her.

“I’m ready!”

So, with her power, my survival switch clicked. I curled my fingers around the chains, gripped on tight, and lifted my whole body the second he lunged for me. I used both my legs to kick him forcefully in the groin. Thankfully, like all the men in the world, King Louris, too bent over screaming and clutching his sensitive area. So, with him still dazed in pain, it gave me enough time to turn around and face the wooden post I was shackled to. I quickly looked up at the rusting bolt my chains were connected to, and what seemed like my natural abilities took over. I jumped a little to get a better hold on the chain links above the cuffs that were secured tightly around my wrists, and I started to run up the post, gaining more length of the chain the higher I got. Upon reaching the bolted top, I mustered every ounce of strength to backflip, kicking the wood and snapping the link. I landed facing the wood. The moment I heard a noise, I whirled around to see him returning for another attempt. He was closer than expected, prompting my instincts to kick in. I swiftly turned into a crouched position, grabbed the blade he used to injure me, and sliced through his balls, watching them fall to the bed.

A sickening feeling, I swear, but it worked as the king screamed in pure agony and went down like a sack of wet panties. As he fell to his knees, I spun away, regaining my balance swiftly. I kicked him in the face before he could grab me, breaking his nose and causing his head to snap back.

“Holy shit, Princesa.” I heard Grim Reaper’s shocked voice next to me and looked to see him cupping his balls with one hand before looking down at me with a wince on his face.

“Fuck! I didn’t mean to.”

“You just signed everyone’s death warrant!”

Then, abruptly, the walls shook violently. An earth-shattering roar filled the room, and debris rained down from the ceiling. Vibrations shook the floor, causing it to tremble and crack beneath me. First, a creature’s booming sound followed, and then the wooden furniture crashed.

King Louris had become a beast, roaring with pure, untamed, uncontrollable fury. He was the stuff of nightmares. His gaze fell upon his bleeding groin, unleashing a bloodcurdling, deafening roar of furious rage. His creature form had no neck, but his massive head was situated closer to his shoulders. His mouth was a snarling mass of small fangs in rows down his throat. His skin was like that of a rhino. He hurled himself at me, smashing into the bed’s wooden remnants. I mustered my strength for a quick run, jump, and slide to escape the beast.

“Run!” The Grim Reaper said, lifting Rhaegar’s mother. We quickly exited the room.

Bursting from the room, the beast smashed its way out.