Chapter Twenty: Whips And Groans

I could feel some terrifying beats ringing in my ears. My heart pounding heavily as I tried to comprehend the information.

I couldn't believe it.

The princess was asking for me? Why?

How did she get to know of me?

Did I unknowingly do something wrong that grabbed her attention?

I was befuddled and scared. I knew I was probably in danger for it was quite unusual for a royalty to be interested in a maid who she had never seen before.

I followed the maid to where the princess was residing.

They arrived at the palace barely twenty minutes ago but even after the tiring trip, she requested to see me.

I knew something was off and I was nervous.

I didn't want be troubled by anyone, I just wanted to be left alone. I just hoped people could see that.

We reached at her chamber and the maid nodded for me to go in before leaving.

I took in a deep breath and hesitated for a few seconds before I knocked on the door.

It took five seconds before a light voice groaned. "Come in."

I reluctantly opened the door, to see a bedroom, quite empty with only a neat attractive bed and four wardrobes at a side.

Five large heavy bags stood upright, close to where the wardrobe was.

It was obvious. She had just arrived and didn't even arrange her things in before calling for me.

I stared at her. She was quite a beauty I must say.

Her wavy blonde hair was styled beautifully, all strings resting gently on her back.

She had sky blue eyes, pale red lips and a oval face the heavens had probably took their time to personally create.

Oh, how could I almost miss her sharp pointed nose, and smooth fair skin with not even a jot of blemish?

I was in awe at her appearance. Somehow I felt intimidated by it, so much I wanted to crawl out of here.

 "So..." She frowned as she glowered at me. She seemed livid, causing sweats to form on my skin.

 "Are you Rupert's daughter?" She called my father's name in utter disgust, approaching me.

I gulped in nothing, afraid of what to say.

If I said I was, she might not take it lightly.

It seemed like she hated my father and his lineage as well but I couldn't lie also cause it seemed like she already took a hint of who I was.

 "Yes...." I said slowly but winced loudly when I felt a deafening slap cut me off.

I held my left cheek where she slapped me and gritted my teeth, swallowing every anger growing in me.

I couldn't dare retaliate.

She was a princess, I was a nobody and would be doomed for life if I even dare touch her.

 "You are that scumbag's daughter?" She spat out, her voice full of contempt and bitterness.

 "Why haven't Luther killed you yet? How are you still living, atleast without all your limps and bones being broken?"

She grabbed my lower jaw, pinching into it with her nails.

I hissed in pains, feeling her nails pierce my flesh, causing little blood to ooze around the area.

 "I hate you, you daughter of a beast! If Luther doesn't kill you, I will!" She left my jaw and eyed me scornfully, ringing her call bell.

A maid immediately rushed in but this maid wasn't of this kingdom. She wore a different uniform, which must be from Mpariah.

 "Call Gus here!"

She ordered and the maid quickly bowed before leaving.

I didn't say anymore words but I was afraid. I knew I was doomed for. She was going to kill me and Luther wasn't back from his journey, even if he was, why would he stop her?

Soon enough, a man came into the room. He was bulky and tanned but was dressed in what seemed to be her kingdom guards uniform.

 "Take her to the dungeon and whip her hundred times!"

What?

My eyes dimmed. I could feel the dreads over my body.

I wanted to beg for mercy but I wasn't given a chance to.

Gus forcefully held my hand and pulled me out of the door.

I could feel the princess smirking which displayed her excitement for what was about to come.

My face went pale and my temperature rose. Tears blinded my eyes as he continuously kept pulling to the rear of the palace.

Much maids saw us and began blabbing while a few got out of the way, in order to let us pass through.

 "Please stop." I begged but Gus didn't listen, either did the princess who was following from behind.

We arrived at the dungeon and I was taken to one of the cells. My hand was fastened to a rope on the ceiling and though the rope was tight and ripped through my wrists, I could only do nothing but tried to bear with the pain.

 "You don't know how long I've waited for this day."

 "Please....."

 "Shut up, you damned slave!" She cut me off, throwing another slap to my face.

It was so forceful that my face shifted to a side.

My tooth tore through my gums, leaving me with a bruise and a trail of blood.

I kept silent, feeling the headache pounding mercilessly in my head.

I felt so nauseous and my stomach gave me serious pains.

I let out a quiet groan....

 "Your family ruined the life of so many people. You don't deserve to live!"

A metal whip landed on my back and I yelled, feeling it rip through my dress.

I bit my lips, trying hard to withstand the pain.

I had never been whipped before... Only slapped, or worst still, like Cassandra did, punched.

So this was a different and another level of pain.

Another whip went on my back, again and again.

I howled mightily when the fifteenth or sixteenth came up on my skin, shredding my flesh off.

It left blood to roll down my skin, weakening me even more.

I wanted to cry, to beg so much for mercy until my throat dries out but seeing the princess looking pleasured, I didn't want to add more to her satisfaction.

I hissed painfully, spitting away the blood in my mouth.

I tried to stand upright but two more whips left me to bend and throw up whatever I had eaten that noon.

The princess scowled at me in total disgust and took the whip from Gus, hitting me angrily in the face.

 "Look what you've done!" She yelped, snarling as she pushed out a piece of her dress which was stained by my vomit.

I didn't know how to react to that but I knew I would face the most of her wrath.

She whipped me again in the face, making me scream continuously and jiggle as it came in contact with one of my eyes.

Tears flowed out, leaving my eye to swell.

But suddenly my stomach wobbled uncontrollably and I could feel the bitter unstoppable discharge from my stomach to my throat, surging towards my mouth.

I regurgitated again onto the ground, thankfully not on her dress this time.

 "You disgust me, you pig! You are no different from your miserable ass of a father!"

Another whip tore through my bloodied flesh and not able to withstand it anymore, I hollered my vocal cords out, feeling my own tears and blood moistening my body.

She smirked and kept whipping me in that same wound.

I screamed, my body quaking, as blood ran over my back, drenching my torn clothing.

I couldn't stand still any longer.

My knees felt weak so I fell to the ground but the rope from the ceiling held me from dropping and just kept me bent, over the floor.

That position made my back ache and my wounds to stretch.

I groaned, about to stand back but another whip forced me again to go lower.

My head felt heavy and my eyes were beginning to badly sting.

My swollen eye was still bleeding and my sight was very much blurry.

I felt uneasy.

I tried to focus on something, anything but I felt too feeble and dizzy to.

For few seconds, I could only hear thin voices talking and my own slow breaths.

 "My lady, she seems very weak. I beg you to stop." I could slightly hear Gus say but she scoffed, her annoyance much evident.

 "She should be treated like the slave that she is!"

 "She could die!"

 "So what?!"

Another whip ran through my skin and that was it.

The rope which was tightened around my wrists loosened and I fell flat to the ground.

My body stiffened and I quickly lost consciousness.