This chamber was a burial ground for criminals; whoever entered it never returned alive. The torture and agony within it were so intense that the light in the prisoners' eyes would vanish long before death claimed them. It shattered the soul and fostered addictions to anxiety and obsession. Yet, the sight of Daniel lying there, peacefully asleep and relaxed, infuriated Lina.
She reached for the most brutal and thickest whip from the wall rack—one that did not merely mark the skin, but lacerated flesh and crushed bones.
As she turned, Daniel met her gaze with an amused smile. But this time, the smile never reached his eyes. Lina immediately noticed something had changed in him—a looming danger that stirred every instinct within her to flee. His eyes held a bottomless darkness, a void that could devour anything that neared.
Involuntarily, Lina stepped back. Sweat dripped from her cheeks, and a chill ran down her spine. For the first time, Lina felt fear—a reverence demanding she kneel before him.
But she resisted. She clenched her teeth, her senses defying submission. Finally, she bit into her lower lip until blood trickled from her chin to her neck. Daniel spoke with a sultry, resonant tone:
"What have we here? The queen descended from her throne to wake me herself. Did you miss me that much, my dear? Is that why you wept as you left yesterday?"
His mocking words ignited her fury. The dread dissolved into rage, and she barked:
"Shut that filthy mouth of yours. Be grateful I even let you live."
With a swift movement, she lashed him. Daniel screamed, the pain raw and piercing. Lina felt a wave of euphoria—the whip had struck true, slicing into his left leg, blood gushing forth. Unable to resist the thrill,she struck again, this time his other leg.
Daniel clenched his teeth, trying to endure, but his mind faltered against his body's anguish, and another cry escaped him. Lina, now exhilarated, struck again and again, shouting with each blow:
"Take this, you bastard!"
"And this, son of a whore!"
"And this, you filthy fool!"
Each insult was delivered with another strike, Daniel's cries echoing, intoxicating her. Blood painted his body and drenched the bed,turning it into a grotesque masterpiece. Fresh crimson stained the stone floor.
Panting heavily, Lina felt the weight and heat of the whip—now drenched in blood. As her high began to fade, she saw Daniel groaning,his wounds so deep that bone showed in places. Her grin stretched wide, and she licked the blood from the whip. The sensation sent shivers through her; a wetness trickled down her thigh to her feet.
She couldn't take her eyes off the scene. She etched it deeply into her memory.
Daniel, meanwhile, was numb in every limb, his body resigned to the pain. But he couldn't move.
Their eyes met, locked in a silent dialogue only they understood.
Finally, Lina approached and sat beside him on the bed,indifferent to the blood soaking her pristine white robes, which were embroidered with green emeralds that emphasized her beauty—an angel from heaven with wings black as her fate-stained heart.
Strangely, despite the brutality, Daniel's face remained untouched—not a single scratch or bruise. Lina reached out to touch his wounds,her fingers reverent, as if admiring a freshly completed painting.
He groaned softly. Lina responded with a dark, lyrical tone:
"Did it hurt, my dear? Don't worry. You'll grow used to it."
She pressed deeper into a wound, drawing another moan.Daniel's gaze was one of loathing and doom—the gentle Lina had turned deranged.
Excited, Lina leaned down, kissing his wounds from his abdomen upward to his chest, her lips smeared with blood. The pain intensified for Daniel, but so did the strange pleasure. Her soft lips and the sting of pain merged, stirring something within him. Her silver hair draped over him,tangled in the blood. Her mature, seductive form lying atop him only deepened the intensity.
His arousal betrayed him.
Lina, still kissing him, noticed the flush on his cheeks, the way his eyes averted hers as if hiding something. She scanned the room, the ceiling—nothing. But when she looked lower, she found it. A defiant pillar pointing toward the sky.
She was shocked at its size, especially for someone so young. A wicked grin spread across her lips as she grasped it. Daniel moaned aloud. Lina mocked:
"What's this? Hiding such a weapon from me? That's a terrible waste."
Daniel gasped, "Don't touch it."
She replied coldly, "I don't care what you want. You're mine. I do as I please with my slave. Stay silent, or I'll rip your lips off."
He struggled to break free, but the chains held firm. Lina felt his resistance, puzzled—how could he enjoy it and yet reject her?
She leaned in again, licking his cheeks and tracing his face with her tongue. The sensations filled her chest with delight as she savored him. Blood everywhere, a beautiful man shackled, wounded, his body a canvas of pain. His flushed cheeks made the sight divine.
Daniel kept his eyes shut, disturbed by her actions. He tried to distract himself with pain or thoughts—anything to fight the pull of her raw seduction. Lina was unlike her daughter Elena, who was only just maturing. Lina was pure embodiment of mature allure.
Noticing his effort to maintain control, Lina couldn't help but smile. No man in the world could resist a woman whose beauty reached the heavens. She was no ordinary queen. Raised in a strict military family, her body had been sculpted from a young age. Nobility and luxury had polished her into a goddess.
And here stood a boy not yet eighteen, resisting her charms.
That made it all the more thrilling.