"Your Majesty, I apologize for my mistake and understand your frustration. I am committed to making amends," she said earnestly, her eyes reflecting sincerity.
He looked at her with a cruel and sadistic smile, "Oh, I am not going to flog you, my dear. I want you to suffer even more. You will see for yourself what kind of punishment you will be getting," he turned to the guards. "Bring her to the open area and tie her up. I will be there soon."
The guards escorted her to a vast open space, where a single sturdy pole stood looming over the area. They bound her tightly, leaving her completely immobilized and vulnerable to their whims. She found herself in a precarious situation, utterly powerless and at the mercy of those who held her captive.
He reached the clearing a few minutes after leaving, his eyes locking onto her figure bound to the wooden pole. A malicious smile tugged at the corners of his lips upon seeing her helpless state. Her vulnerability delighted him, fueling the cruel satisfaction bubbling inside him. Stepping closer, he positioned himself in front of her, relishing the power and control he held over her at that moment.
"You are going to be an example for all those who are planning to defy me and harm me in any way," he smirked at her and watched the guards tie her up to the pole.
"I'm sorry for what I did. I won't do it again. Please, don't punish me like this," she pleaded with him, tears streaming down her cheeks.
The guards solemnly emerged from the shadows, presenting the whip with a reverent gravity to the monarch. With a slow, deliberate motion, the king accepted the whip, his fingers curling around the braided leather handle with a sense of unbridled anticipation. His every step towards her was a calculated display of power, his gaze a chilling mix of malice and pleasure. It was evident at that moment that he relished the impending act, his heart ensnared by the satisfaction derived from inflicting pain.
He menacingly inquired, "Are you prepared for the consequences of your actions?" His voice dripped with malice and fury, promising a torment of unparalleled intensity. His sole intent was to inflict upon her the utmost suffering and agony imaginable.
Princess Avalyn started to shake in fear and she closed her eyes tightly and waited for the first blow, "Please, Your Majesty. Don't do this. I'm sorry. I won't do it again," she begged him with tears in her eyes.
With a sadistic grin stretching across his face, he lifted the whip high above his head, relishing the anticipation of the agony he was about to inflict. The crack of the whip echoed through the solemn air as it lashed against her delicate skin, eliciting a sharp cry of anguish from her trembling lips. Her body convulsed in torment, her eyes wide with terror as she bore the excruciating sting of his relentless punishment.
Unable to contain his cruel delight, he raised the wicked instrument once more, its leather tails glinting in the dim light before bringing it down with even greater force upon her quivering form. The impact was brutal, leaving a trail of raw, crimson welts in its wake as she howled in unabated suffering.
He revelled in her misery, savouring every moment of her humiliation as she endured his harsh retribution in front of the unforgiving onlookers. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of her anguish and his malevolent satisfaction.
In a harrowing display of cruelty, she could no longer contain her agonizing screams as she pleaded for mercy, her voice echoing off the walls. However, her pleas fell on deaf ears as the merciless man ignored her cries and persisted in using his whip on her trembling form.
The stinging lashes tore through her, causing her to writhe in pain and humiliation with each strike. Powerless to defend herself, she could do nothing but endure the excruciating torment, her sobs filling the room as she felt the crushing weight of helplessness bear down on her. The searing pain coursing through her body made her fear that she might not survive this brutal assault.
He took perverse pleasure in witnessing her suffering, relishing the sound of her anguished cries. The sense of dominance and authority he wielded over her only added to his sadistic enjoyment. With a menacing grin, he resolved to persist in his cruel actions until she was utterly shattered and compliant. Raising the whip once more, he viciously lashed out at her back with even greater force, revelling in the control he had over her pain.
In a moment wrought with unspeakable agony, her anguished cries pierced the air, pleading for respite from the relentless torment. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with her desperate pleas for mercy falling upon deaf ears. Ignoring her impassioned pleas, he persistently lashed out, each strike leaving a trail of brutal welts and bruises etching into her tender skin. Overwhelmed by excruciating torment, a haze of dizziness threatened to engulf her as she teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.
He ceased his brutal assault only after delivering several more lashes to her already battered body. Gasping for air, he savoured the twisted pleasure derived from witnessing her anguish and torment.
He looked at her with a cruel and sadistic smile, "Are you going to be a good servant from now on?"
He was not pleased with her response and did not trust her at all, "You will still have to prove your loyalty and obedience toward me! Stay here like this, tied up to the pole with blood dripping from your back till the next morning!" he yelled at her furiously and walked off to the castle.
"Your Majesty!" Princess Avalyn was left tied up to the pole, her back still covered in welts and bruises.
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The King's Captive
Misterio / SuspensoThe story starts with King Henry a ruthless and cruel king who captures a beautiful woman, Avalyn who is his prisoner. He is immediately drawn to her but he decides to torture and degrade her to the extreme to break her to obey him. However, when Ki...
