Page 156 of The Princess and Her Grand King

“If you want to… uhm,” she cleared her throat, whispering. “I’d let you.”

“No, you need to recover first. You have given me more than enough.” With that, he guided her head to rest against his chest. “Now, get some sleep. We will talk about this tomorrow.”

Her eyelids grew heavier, and she nodded against him.

“Damn, now I’m thinking about being inside you again,” he grunted.

Emeriel’s lips curved into a small smile, her body relaxing further into his as sleep claimed her.

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Mistress Sinai bent over, her body convulsing violently as she retched.

The coppery taste of blood flooding her mouth before it poured out in a gush, splattering across the cold, stone floor.

“Get the buckets! She’s vomiting again,” a soldier barked from his post by the door.

The clatter of hurried footsteps came, and then the groaning creak of metal gates opening and slamming shut.

Sinai barely registered the commotion, rocking back and forth uncomfortably. So focused on the pain. The sensation of her insides tearing themselves apart.

Her hands clutched her abdomen as she retched again, heaving so violently until there was nothing left to expel.

Then, she slumped forward. Her vision swimming, her breathing loud.

How long has it been? Hours?Days?

Sinai had no concept of time anymore. Her torture stretchedendlessly.

Weakly, she crawled away from the crimson pool she had created, her fingers smearing the slick blood across the stone as she dragged herself to a corner.

Collapsing against the wall, she drew her legs up, wrapping her arms around them in a feeble attempt to shield herself from the cold.

Tears spilled down her cheeks, stomach churning violently.

Her skin felt tight. Stretched to its breaking point. As though her body would burst from the inside.

Every nerve screamed in protest, her muscles aching so much.

All because her master had not fed from her for weeks.

Pickspin to drain the excess blood safely she would be ok.

But Sinai had been denied access to hers.

My Daemon was being so cruel. So very monstrous punishing me in this manner.

“How could you do this to me,” she cried under her breath, more tears streaming down her face.

The filthy humans cleaning the mess she had made were watching her.

She glared at them, disgust and rage coiling in her chest.

I want to kill them all.

Sinai's nails dug into her thighs.These filthy, worthless humans… Why must I suffer this way because of one of them?

The pressure within her rose again. Her veins pulsed as though they might burst.

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