Chapter 50

That’s a good girl. You will either sleep by your own accord, or I will force you to sleep; and it wont be a simple knockout.” Dorian warned, leaning away from Elika

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Shakily wiping the tears from her eyes, the princess nodded, wrapping her arms around her legs. She feared what he would force her to endure if she refused to sleep, witnessing on many occasions what he did to those who disobeyed him. Elika turned away from him, glancing around the basement as her nervousness rose, stretching to dangerous limits. Along a far wall at the opposite side of the basement hung scared men and woman, their clothes torn and bloodied from the weeks of endless pain that Dorian forced upon them. She watched for days as their eyes slowly began to dull, the realisation that the agony would only continue breaking them one by one. The princess had been powerless to stop the psychotic immortal as he used brutal and unforgiving tools to break and dismantle their skin, her tear