Page 21 of Death God

“You might not want to do that, Lady Harper.” Spaghetti appeared in the doorway.

“With a little nudge, she’ll know her place,” the witch snickered. “She might enjoy being called lady, but she needs to act like one for everything to run smoothly here. I have no time for bullshit! There’s a reason I run the Alpha King’s house with discipline and respect.”

So, she was the mistress of the castle. What a rank.

The maids stopped what they were doing and lowered their heads. The older maid who had shaken her head to warn me earlier seemed to want to come and help me stand, but fear froze her. She just watched me with sorrow in her eyes.

“How long did the Alpha King or the horseman fuck you for free, witch tits?” I asked, one hand bracing myself on my knee to stop myself from dropping, my other hand clutching the edge of the table for balance. “You whispered his name like he’s the best fuck you’ve ever had. In fact, he isn’t that impressive, if you know what I mean.”

The maids gasped, then utter silence stifled the room until the Harper witch broke it.

“You’ll kneel to me and beg for forgiveness,” she hissed.

A wave of black spells pierced my flesh, sinking into my bones. I let out a grunt of pain.

“Fuck with me,” the black witch said in satisfaction, “and I fuck with you, dumb bitch. Here, try my new invention. You’ll feel my whip tear open your delicate flesh, yet there’ll be no evidence of inflicted wounds. That’s the beauty of it.”

An invisible force whipped me across my face over and over. I felt my nose and lips coming off, then my eyeballs shattering.

A cruel smile tugged at the witch’s red lips. She threw her head back and inhaled, soaking in my pain, her power expanding.

“That’s enough, Lady Harper,” Spaghetti called in alarm, but he didn’t come into the room to stop her. I had no allies in this place. “The commander won’t have it.”

“The commander can take it up with the king.” She cocked her head toward me. “Had enough? Be a good girl and we’ll get along.”

Her unseen whip wrapped around my neck, choking me. My hands grabbed my throat.

“Kneel and beg,” ordered the witch.

“Mistress,” the older maid called in a trembling voice as she ran to me, her face paling and her eyes widening in great fear. “I think the lady has learned her lesson. She can’t find her voice to apologize. I’ll escort her to the bath. We need to get her ready for the king—”

She dropped to her knees and cried in pain. A spell hit her legs. Before another spell slammed into her mouth to punish her, I’d moved, at a speed that surprised myself, and darted in front of her.

I took the spell in the chest. The protector in me raged, pumping strength into me. Fighting through the pain, I straightened and started toward the Harper witch with a savage grin on my lips.

She opened her mouth, a look of disbelief flashing in her moss-green eyes.

“Aren’t you sweet, witch tits?” I said. “I want to be a good girl. Why don’t you teach me how?”

She flung more spells at me to halt my advance. It felt like pushing against a train to reach her. If the cuffs hadn’t bound my power, her spells wouldn’t have had any effect on me.

I pushed through the pain and reached her in a blur. She pulled up a strong shield, her eyes widening in fear.

I flashed the cuffs in her face, my grin growing wider and more savage. “Think this could stop me, black witch who has small tits?”

My hands transformed into claws and lashed out, slashing at her shield.

“Back off, bitch!” she shrieked, “or you’ll be really sorry!”

“Will I?” I asked. “Now I’m motivated.”

My claws sliced across my palm. My fingers dipped in my own blood. I lifted my bloody fingers and tilted my head to the side to study them while the Harper witch chanted frantically and kept throwing spells at me.

“Time’s up, small witch tits,” I announced and thrust my bloody fingers into her shield, shattering it like a knife cutting through butter.

The Harper witch turned to flee, but I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. I was strong, so her struggle was futile.

“Going somewhere?” I asked softly. “You haven’t taught me how to be a good girl. I need the lesson.”

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