Chapter 13: Her Desperation

Damien glanced at Hazel and asked with a meaningful smile, “Wouldn’t it be even better if you are able to watch the spectacle?”

Tears welled in Hazel's eyes, blurring her vision, but she could only watch helplessly as Hanna and the others were dragged out of the hall, their blood trail following behind them, smearing the floor.

Hazel did not register what Damien said until two guards approached her and hauled her out of the hall after them and Damien followed, calm and unhurried as though all that was happening had nothing to do with him.

“Hanna! Let go of her! Bastard, let them go!” Hazel yelled frantically, but nobody listened to her.

Her shouts attracted the attention of the maids and other people who were busy with their daily routine. Curious, they could not help but follow.

Their faces showing their interests and cruel excitement.

“What is going on? Who are those people?”

“Didn’t you hear? They are the slaves from the Red moon pack, I heard they rebelled.”

“Yes, they tried to kill the king,”

Gasps followed after that revelation was made, and the whispers spread like wildfire with more people arriving just to watch the spectacle.

“Did they succeed?”

“Are you blind? Can’t you see how calm the king is? Do you even think those groups of rats can do anything to our king?”

“That’s true. Even in their prime, they are not a match, I heard they could not even touch the hem of his clothes. How Pitiful.”

“I wonder how long they’ve been planning this, they are just looking to die.”

The people pointed and watched as a bloody body was dragged out like a rag doll, their laughs and apathetic whispers sounding like a devil’s wail in Hazel’s ears.

Her toes were dragged across the pavement, the friction causing the sole of her shoes to tear and her skin to burn, but she did not even notice.

In no time, the group arrived at the entrance of the pack mansion, and the rebels were yanked forward so hard that they lost their footing, some even tumbling due to the force.

Hazel was held by the guards and Damien stopped beside her, a guard covering his head with a black umbrella.

Feeling his presence, Hazel turned to glare daggers at him with her eyes, wishing she could rip that face off with her bare hands.

Damien, on the other hand, did not seem to care.

He merely raised his hand, a silent order to the guards nearby.

Hazel’s heart jumped at that, and swiftly turned around to see the guards shoving black pills into the mouths of Hanna and the others with a forceful opening of their jaws. Hazel did not need to ask to know that it was wolfsbane and her face went deathly pale.

One of the rebels refused to swallow the pill and without mercy, a sword was driven into his chest, penetrating his heart and emerging from his spine.

“No, no. I beg you…” Hazel pleaded, her voice breaking as she watched as the man took his final breath, his body falling back with a loud thud.

He was deader than dead. He died before he could even scream in pain.

Hazel’s heart completely shattered, leaving nothing but ruined smithereens.

But it was not over yet.

With barbed whips in their hands, the guards positioned themselves behind the rebels, one guard one rebel and the whip slashed down.

Flesh tore with the fabric.

“Stop! Please, stop!” Hazel yelled desperately, but the guards’ nails dug into her skin, holding her down firmly as she tried to struggle.

She could not even move an inch.

She was helpless, weak and useless.

As a princess, she failed to save her own people, failed to liberate them and could only watch as they were humiliated and thrashed like they meant nothing.

Even as their flesh tore apart and blood soak their clothes, the rebels made no sound, they gritted their teeth, remaining unyielding. But it was this that tore at Hazel’s heart the most.

She clenched her fists so hard that she could break a tooth, before turning to Damien who was enjoying the spectacle with bloodshot eyes.

“What do you want from me? What can I do for you to let them go?”

For once, she was willing to lower her head.

Yet, Damien’s eyes only turned colder.

She had been stubborn, refusing to back down. But for these people, she willingly lowered her head.

Damien was silent for a few seconds before he asked, “Anything?”

“Yes,” Hazel replied quickly, hoping that he would change his mind. “Yes, anything.”

At this point, she could really do anything.

Damien stared at those brown eyes that had always shone with defiant and stubborn glint, but were now filled with desperation and he pressed his lips together.

“Be my sex slave and I will consider letting them go. How about it?” He asked with a devious smirk.

Hazel froze, her expression turning stiff.

However, she nodded in the next second, contrary to his expectations. “Alright. I will. If that will make you let them go.”

For a chance to save her people, Hazel was willing to go to such lengths, even if it meant selling out her prestige and pride.

Damien stared at her for a few seconds, but said nothing more, making Hazel increasingly anxious.

The sound of a whip making contact with flesh rang out in the air. The rebels had their back completely torn, their bodies convulsing due to the pain.

Blood spilled from the corner of their lips and even their skin blistered.

Without the help of their wolf, their bodies were rendered weak against the whip. One of the rebels, who had been previously injured, could not take it anymore.

His body sagged and then went stiff.

One last slash and he fell.

Dead.

Hazel was reduced to falling on her knees, just on the verge of kowtowing to Damien. Desperation making her unable to think of anything else.

She ignored her shame and said, “Please, I will do anything. You have my word, I will be your sex slave, whatever you want. I will do it.”

Her voice was not low, allowing other people including Hanna to hear.

“My lady, no…”