Chapter 13 Do your worst
Orion
"Bring him in."
The giant doors open, revealing the traitor, Roger.
Roger is led to my throne, and forced to his knees.
"You traitor, how could you do this? Even to your best friend?"
He looks down, unable to answer me.
"Don't keep me waiting. I asked you why you let Damon's killer escape when she literally confessed to you!" I slam my hand on the armrest of my throne.
"He clearly assaulted the poor girl, and she only defended herself. That's all I have to say, your majesty," he replies.
"You scumbag. I'm sure he'd be ashamed to call you his best friend wherever he is," I get to my feet.
"I'm also ashamed that I have to call him a best friend. Who knows what he has been doing to that poor girl for years now?" He bellows.
A guard that's standing beside him strikes him on the face, "Is that how you talk to the Alpha?"
"We both know what I'm saying is not wrong. Why do you hit me?"
"Shut up traitor!" I march towards him, landing another blow on his face, "I can see there's nothing else valuable you have to say."
He grinds his teeth, then coughs out blood.
"For the last time, where is that girl?" I narrow my eyes.
"Again, I do not know. I let her escape, yes, but I obviously do not know where she ran off to!"
I hold my head in frustration, wishing I could rip out his neck this instant.
"Listen Roger," I grab his chin, "I'm not someone you should mess around with. I will still give you the grace of the next five minutes to answer my question in peace."
A grin forces its way to my lips, "or else, I would be compelled to use other means, and I know you aren't ready for them."
Roger raises his head to look me in the eye, "Do your worst. You can go ahead, and kill me, but I promise you you will never be able to touch Asha. If you do, this pack will come crumbling down! You pack of disgusting paedophiles!" He roars.
My cheeks flame up with the heat of a thousand flames. My entire body trembles with rage as I look back at him, my eyes sunken back into my sockets in frustration.
"You dare insult me?" I turn to one of my guards, "Get me the silver comb."
Roger kneels there, looking unfazed, which only angers me more.
"You bastard!" I land another punch on his face, "You're nothing but a pathetic little creature who will always be below me," I grip his hair, "You don't know what I can do to you," I grin again.
"All you do is ascertain dominance just to instill fear in your subjects. Whatever you do, I still won't tremble in fear," he gives me a cold smile, "Do your worst, Orion. Do.your.worst."
My face blazes with more heat, and I land another punch on his face again.
"You!" I yell, giving him more punches.
He does nothing but smile like a maniac.
"You want to kill me, right? Kill me. Whether I'm alive or not, you still won't lay a finger on her."
My guards arrive with the silver comb. A double crescent shaped metal with uneven poisoned spikes.
In my rage, I fling the comb from them, and peel off the skin from Roger's back with one fluid motion.
"You bastard! I'll skin you alive, and let you roast in furnace!"
"Go ahead," he says calmly, "Do it."
My whole body threatens to explode at this point with the rage that's slowly building up in me.
"You son of a bitch!" I keep skinning him, blood spewing everywhere, and dripping off him onto the cold floor.
"You still won't talk?" I cackle, "still think you're some kind of superhero?!" I peel off the skin from his face.
"You bastard! You want to die? Then so be it!" I keep peeling off his skin till there's there only a little skin left around his neck and shoulders.
Roger falls to the floor writhing in pain, but he's still alive.
"Still won't say anything?" I burst out laughing unnaturally.
"H- how ca..n you be okay... wit..h him tr-ying to rape his step dau-ghter?" He says weakly, his skinned body trembling.
Is she not an adult? If he wanted to sleep with her, what's the problem with that?" I grimace
"You are disgusting. Shame on you!" He manages to yell, "I curse you, Orion, I curse you!"
I whip out my revolver, and shoot him thrice.
"Fucking bastard," I hiss, I blow the tip of the gun, "Let's see how powerful you are in death," I say mockingly.
I swirl around to face my guards, "Go find that girl, I don't care how close or far she is, find her and bring her to me!"
"Yes, your majesty," they bow.
"A- and Roger's body? What should we do with it?" One of them asks.
"Do whatever you like with it. Go burn it, cook it, whatever, I don't care, take it away from here," I hold my head, pacing back and forth.
"Also, get someone to come clean this place up," I sigh, "and be quick about it."
They surround the skinned body, and take it out of the throne room, his blood dripping along the floor as they leave.
"Damn you Roger," I curse under my breath.
I saunter back to my throne, and sit down, propping a hand under my chin.
For some reason, I don't believe the fact that Damon would even want to sleep with his stepdaughter. He was literally the nicest person you'd ever meet, and incapable of harming a bug. Why would he want to force himself on someone?
I believe he asked nicely, and she refused. Ha, all these young girls who always think they're so pure, and would want themselves be touched by their mates, irk me to the core.
Who else would touch you first if not your father?
I exhale deeply, "I must find that girl, dead or alive."