Chapter 30
Dylan POV
The way the king showed me off to the crowd was totally different from a month ago when he first announced me to the world. He got a little bit physical then, and hurt me, but he showed me off somewhat with pride last time, making sure the world knew I was his. This time though, he showed me off in disgust, and destain.
Flashes of cameras went off in my face as everyone tried to capture my appearance. The brown potato sack outfit hung off my malnourished body and almost every inch of noticeable skin was littered with scars, cuts and bruises. I was a state.
"Accept me and all this will stop!" The king whispered, his eyes glaring with deceit, he tucked my unruly hair behind my ear, and smiled at the disgust on my face, right before I spat blood in his. It was a clear act of pure defiance, and one that I stand by. The look on the kings now blood splattered face was complete outrage, as his fist quickly made contact with my cheek bone. An uproar of gasps sounded as my head whipped to the side quickly and body hit the floor again from the impact, my sight went a bit fuzzy and I shook my head to try and clear my half conscious state.
The king composed himself slightly as if he had done nothing and clicked his fingers leading to me to be grabbed again, even rougher than before, which I didn't think was possible, and dragged over to a table were my graffiti scarred forearm was slammed down.
I Instantly began getting flashbacks of the day my principal did the original wound. People were staring at me with all kinds of different looks then too, only now it wasn't just the schools assembly, it was basically the entire world, which caused me to turn my head to the side, I did not want to break.
'Don't let them see fear.' My dads words ran in my head as a torch was lit just behind me by the king regent. I could hear the flames crackling and the sound of my heartbeat filled my ears as it pounded in my chest. I was completely pinned in place by Two burley lycans while another grabbed a large metal rod.
"A lycans only weakness is silver!" The king walked in front of me and went on to address the crowed as my breathing began to quicken, my eyes shut tight as he continued his speech, it was almost as if he was putting on a show for everyone, almost like my misery was some sort of entertainment. "For silver to be your weakness is to be pure, therefore it is with silver that your queen will be punished." Cheers again could be heard but they were muffled in my ears. The crackling fire and my impending agony was what was clouding my mind.
"Let it commence!" A clank was heard as the bar was placed in the naked flames to heat up, my head shot to the direction of the fire. I could see the large silver rod gain a scolding red glow as the metal heated, I was extremely surprised the metal didn't melt. The lycan who was delivering the torture had a thick pair of gloves on as to not be burned by the original unheated substance as he finally took the rod out of the flame.
It was like slow motion, as he walked towards me. My head moved to the other side while I braced myself for the pain I was about to receive. I took a deep breath as I felt the heat radiate off the pole the closer it got to my skin, right up until the agony set in.
"Ahh." A cry left my mouth as the heated metal made contact, my eyes slammed shut as tears threatened to spill, and my hand closed into a tight fist as my skin began to cook. I tried to pull my arm away out of instinct but the lycans held it in place. The smell of burnt flesh hit my nose and it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest.
"Shhhh" I felt a rough hand slam onto the top of my distressed head as the king began stroking my tied up hair. "This could have been avoided." He stated as my torture continued, the king then forced my head to turn and face my arm, making me witness my own degrading. "If you would just accept me, I wouldn't have to take such measures."
Eventually the bar was pulled off my arm without any care, and an extremely noticeable cry left my mouth as my melted skin was pulled off along with it. I couldn't help the noises that left my lips.
As soon as I thought it was over, My other arm was promptly grabbed and placed in the same position as my left was. The entire ordeal was performed again only this time it was with my self harmed arm. The metal bar was reheated and placed directly onto the still slightly healing wound.
This time a loud cry of agony came from my lips as I endured the torture once more. Bile was rising in my throat as my torment continued.
It felt like hours, it felt like it would never end, my lips began to tremble and my teeth chattered, a cold sweat hit me and perspiration began to drip down my forehead as smoke rose from my arm.
Again, the bar was pulled off my weak sweaty form and I was released from the grips of the lycans. My body flopped down from my knelt position on to my ass and I instantly lowered my head to check the damage. The entirety of both my forearms had an ugly, severe burn resting on it, my left arm was charred black and I almost threw up just looking at the damage. The two burns would undoubtedly cause a larger scar than both the previous ones.
I brought my weak knees up to my chest and curled into my self, with my back to the audience and news cameras. Tears now seriously threatened to spill down my face and I drew my arms in closer to my body as soon as I was able to, and swallowed thickly, 'I'm sorry dad'. I couldn't hold in my sorrow or fear any more, the entire world, both lycan and probably human, just watched me on live tv and I couldn't help but let it get to me a bit.
As I curled up I couldn't stop my self from thinking that it was finally finished. I genuinely thought it was over, I thought he'd leave it there, after all I'm supposed to be his mate, he shouldn't want to cause me any more pain surely. Still I felt myself tense up as he began to address the crowd once again and I realised my torturer was no where near finished with me yet.
"Any form of human rebellion will be squashed immediately, no matter who you are or what you will be. The biggest rebellious scars of my mate have been purely burnt away, however her disobedience must still be addressed." I sucked in a breath at his words, I was already burnt down, what more could he do to me.
The crowd was completely silent as they watched on, I imagine some of them had pure horror on their faces, I know if I'd witnessed something like this then I would feel sick to my stomach. Then again I felt sick at experiencing it.
I was quickly pulled up onto my shaking knees and my arms were held firmly in place and my burnt flesh felt the grip. The potato sack of a top was sliced off my torso so only the pants remained, tied with the single length of rope. My naked back was now facing the cameras and audience, and gasps sounded at the sheer amount of permanent lash scars, and the extreme lack of nutrition my body showed. Now I know why my hair was tied back, to keep it out of the way for the second part of my humiliation.
"You will receive as many lashings as it takes for you to accept our bond and allow me to finally display my mark on you." Oh my god. Is he serious? I knew I'd end up being killed, it's why I tried to do the deed myself, so I could control it. But I didn't think the king would stoop this low, as to actually publicly torture me into obedience.
I was already shivering and shaking, I wouldn't stay conscious for more than 10 lashings. My head shook in disbelief before a cry left my lips as the first hit fell upon my naked flesh, instantly drawing blood.
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