Chapter One Hundred And Fourteen

♕—Delilah

I winced as Rita put something on my back, something cold but it did nothing to ease the pain papa's whips had left on me. I wrapped my arms around my knees and gently rocked myself back and forth.

"Do you know where they are keeping her?" I asked her for the millionth time.

"No, I don't, probably in the dungeons in your father's wing," she replied coldly.

"Is she being tortured?"

"I don't know..."

My heart drowned in my stomach as I asked the next question, "Is she even alive, Rita?"

Rita sniffled, "No, I'm not talking to you about it. I told you everything and what did you do? You went to the grand hall and challenged your father in front of his subjects, and got whipped to death. So, no I'm not telling you anything anymore!"

I swallowed, she had been crying since it had happened, trying her best to relieve the pain as papa had denied me medical attention.

What she didn't know was that I didn't want the pain to be just gone...

I needed the pain, I deserved the pa