Kingdoms In Ruling <Jamilton>

Chapter Ten...Taxes/

hopefully this'll be happier than last chapter lol

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\King George POV/

The little rat think he can just get away from me, eh? Just like that? Easy-peazy-fucking-squeezy? No, I think the fuck not, the trick-ass bitch.

"S-Stop!" The fucking bitch wailed like a baby, the red welts spreading across his naked body, shivering like a fucking dog.

I put a finger to my lips and pretended to think, humming, before speaking a soft 'nah', nodding my head towards the punisher in front of me, who in turn whipped the bitch across his chest again, causing him to cry out and arch his back.

Fucking pathetic.

"You think you can just disobey me and get off easy? What kind of king would I be if I didn't take action in punishing the wrong-doers, eh? Are you fucking stupid?" I snarled, my face twisting in anger for just a moment before I composed myself, breathing deeply through my nose. "Not a fucking chance, babe."

Soon, I got bored. I gave my men a signal and they silently unhooked the bitch from the wall, dragging him across the floor into another room that I liked to call the Red Room. Too bad the bitch-baby passed out awhile ago, otherwise I possibly would have stayed to see him beheaded, but, oh well.

"Ser," I heard a quiet voice, and I turned to see one of my servants. I looked up at him with a raised brow, slightly pissed to see him taller than me. I might just have him killed for that, who knows.

"Yes?" I snapped, narrowing my eyes at the young boy.

He seemed to shrink back, eyes sticking to the floor. Good. "The man you found has awaken. He may not be in the right mind to talk, though."

"Fucking finally." I exhaled, pushing past the servant, about to walk through the door leading out before I stopped short, calling over my shoulder. "What's your name, boy?"

"Philip, ser."

I smirked slightly. Such an innocent name for a innocent boy. "Don't get on my bad side, boy." I heard him splutter a 'y-yes, ser' before I shut the door behind me with a slam, the smirk replaced with a devious grin.

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\Seabury POV/

Red. Red is all I could see the moment I woke up. A deep red, with blobs of inky black swirling with tints of yellow. My eyes burned badly.

I heard a door open and slam shut, causing me to flinch. Slow footsteps followed, taking their time. Suddenly, a hot breath was on my neck.

"So," The person began, seeming to get closer. I sat absolutely still, afraid of what they can do to him. "What's your name?"

I opened my mouth to speak but all that came out was a dry croak, a sharp pain racing down my spine. My tongue felt like a dried prune, stinging like fire.

The person hummed in response, seeming amused. "The bitch can't talk because it got a bit too hot for you, eh?"

My blood felt hot as my body tensed, muscles screaming in pain. I felt my fingers clench and suddenly, my body was moving on its own. My arm swung backwards towards the voice and my fingers caught on something solid, and I squeezed hard, wanting to inflict pain, raw fingertips digging into flesh.

"Oh? Mighty feisty, aren't we? Only good boys get to touch there." The voice sounded thick yet unfazed.

I immediately recoiled, face twisting and bringing flashes of pain sparking through my body, knowing what he was referring to. Well, now at least I know that it was a guy I was talking to.