Chapter 72

Zedekiel stood to the side, amused by the Prince's seriousness. He could say that since the day the Prince stepped into Netheridge, this was the first time he had seen him concentrate on something so well. He had to admit. Even the serious Prince was very attractive.

Some minutes later...

The King and the guards stared at the Prince's masterpiece with wide eyes.

What the hell was this?!!!!!

Prince Ron had a smile of satisfaction on his face. He had done good. Well done to himself. He patted himself on the back mentally.

The prisoner was shaking and sweating bullets. He had been completely stripped down to his underwear, sitting on the edge of the chair with his limbs spread wide like a starfish, arms and legs secured by chains which were attached to the walls. A pair of large sharp shears were hanging above him by a rope which was held up by a hook in the ceiling then down to Prince Ron's hands.

What scared the prisoner the most was that Prince Ron had ordered the guards to pull out