The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 30: Rage Of Rama

Chapter 30: Rage Of Rama

"I’ll be more gentle My Lord." Rama said with a low voice, but his grip on her wrist was still tight, not letting go for a second or more before he finally let go for her hand to drop and she continued scrubbing but with a gentler touch.

She subconsciously rubbed her burning wrist. Every single thing about him was embedded with darkness and viciousness, there was not a bit of gentleness in his action nor a flicker of warmth.

"I bet you gave Roshan a gentler bath." Draco said nonchalantly as he ran his fingers through his strands of silky wet hair.

Rama abruptly stopped scrubbing as he mentioned Roshan’s name. Her jaws clenched hard and she forcibly swallowed the burning rage that threatened to erupt from her being.

She pressed her quivering lips shut to prevent the foul words from spilling out and she closed and opened her eyes to gain her composure.

She continued scrubbing, even though her rational sense was hanging on a thin thread to shove his head into the water and drown him, but she couldn’t.

"I assumed you were a fierce princess whose heart was hardened, not until I saw how helpless you became when I detached his head from his shoulders." She heard him taunt her again, but she didn’t reply, wouldn’t reply or she’d say something she’d regret.

She could feel his dreary eyes on her even though she wasn’t looking. She refused to stare into his crimson eyes that reminded her of her nightmare called living. She wanted so badly to gouge his eyes out of their sockets, so many cruel thoughts drifted across her mind, but she could only harbour them there and not in her reality.

"I wonder why you fell in love with him. Did you believe he could defend you and your kingdom from the night creatures?" Draco uttered with a mock filled drawl as he stared into her jade eyes that darted to anywhere but his face.

Her eyes were filled with so much detest and revulsion as he taunted her. She was rather an open book to read as her entire being had now been encompassed with hatred and he knew she wanted nothing more than to kill him even though she couldn’t, not even in her wildest of imaginations.

It was apparent her resolve to ignore him was very thin and fragile, it would soon crumble and she would explode. But that was what he was aiming for, he intended to tick her off so she’d lose it and become defiant.

"You don’t know anything about me or him." Rama finally spoke out between gritted teeth as her eyes locked with his for only as split moment before she broke it.

"I know he died a weak dog without protecting you. He wasn’t even competent enough to land a hit on me before his head came rolling off." Draco spouted out, but just as quickly as it rolled off his lips, Rama’s hand flew across his face and the smack resounded in the bath.

She applied as much force she could possibly muster, so that he would at least feel a sting, but his face didn’t move an inch, although there was a slight cut on his lips from the effect of the slap.

Her chest was heaving up and down in rage with a slight mixture of pain and fear coating her tongue altogether to produce a bitter taste. Her rage had overwhelmed her in that moment and it took control over her body, but she didn’t regret it even though she was at loss.

A dark chuckle reverberated from beneath his lips in a daunting tone which made her spine tingle and a slight gasp rolled off her lips as she realised her precarious situation.

She had slapped the vampire king and there was no doubt her hands would be detached soon, if she was lucky or presumably worse, her head.

Before she could process what had transpired, she felt his strong grasp on both her wrists and in the blink of an eye, she was inside the warm water with a heavy splash as he made her back hit against the edge of the bathtub.

She winced in pain from his tight grip on her wrists which felt like they were about to snap any minute. Their bodies barely brushing against each other and his face less than an inch away from her as he glowered down at her with a dreary countenance.

It felt for a split moment as though his face was contorting from his daunting gorgeous one into a beast’s but it was however, his normal face and she soon realised it was his fiendish aura masking over him.

"You dare slap me feisty princess?" He said with a sinister smirk curving his lips up, as his crimson red eyes boring into hers sparked with malignance and sadistic excitement.

Rama’s limbs flailed as he trapped her between himself and the edge of the bath. She tried to fight him off, but her efforts all seemed useless and ineffective.

He didn’t flinch and his grip on her didn’t loosen, making her wrists burn more but fortunately her bones hadn’t snapped yet. Tears of pain stung the back of her reddened eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall, not in front of the monster.

"You riled me up so that I could do something stupid. You cunning devil!" Rama yelled with a sharp voice, not caring that she was crossing limits. She had done the unspeakable, so why not just pour out her rage on him.

"I didn’t rile you up Rama, I only stated a fact." Draco drawled with a sinister tone as he peered his crimson red eyes into her gleaming jade ones that glistened with unshed tears.

"You’re nothing but a monster! I bet your parents cursed the day you were birthed into earth and they’ll bless the day you cease to exist when you go to hell!" Rama spouted out in anger as she continued flailing her limbs relentlessly.

"It’s a shame they won’t be around to see my demise because I’m immortal and I’ll saunter on the face of the earth for all of eternity. I have no beginning and no end Rama." He enunciated on every daunting words rolling off his lips beneath his breath in a dark tone.

Rama’s blood ran cold as she heard him speak. The rumours were indeed true about him being immortal and the thought of him causing havoc for all of eternity on the human kind made her toes curl and stomach churn unnervingly.

Her lips quivered uncontrollably and she bit down on her lip to stop it from quivering so much.

His jaws clenched and he closed his eyes for a moment, but when he opened them, it seemed to appear darker.

"Your maid will be punished for your defiance tomorrow." Draco said with a low dangerous tune as he locked his gaze on her and she vigorously shook her head in denial and maybe, regret.

She hadn’t put Malika in consideration when she let her rage take control and now, she was going to get hurt because of her.

"But right now, I can’t let you go without watching your blood spill and fortunately for you, I feel hungry." Draco said in a dark tone and an ominous air hovering above him in melancholy.

His pointy incisors elongated, making Rama fidget nervously and he yanked her viciously by her wrist for her body to jerk forward before tilting his head to the side of her revealed neck with mouth slightly parted.

Rama felt disgusted and petrified by the fact that he’d drink her blood and she twisted her face in anger and scorn as she yelled frantically.

"Let go of me!! Let go!!" She yelled until she felt his warm lips on her skin which was abruptly replaced with his sharp fangs digging into her flesh painfully to draw blood.

She winced in pain at the sting and the tears she had been holding back fell freely on her cheeks.

She felt her blood being drawn from her body as he drank from her and as seconds flew, she grew weaker until she could no longer emit screams.

Draco savoured the warm blood coating his tongue. Unlike what she had told him on their first encounter of her blood being bitter, it varied in a gaping contrast to it.

Her blood was rich and exquisite in taste and he found himself craving for more even after having his fill as his veins scorched with insatiable hunger. It was almost impossible to stop before he drained her dry.

His grip on her wrist loosened but he couldn’t withdraw his fangs from her neck as the exquisite taste of her blood coated his tongue and he felt his veins scorch for more.

He could hear her shallow breathing until she fell limp in his hold. He finally retracted his fangs to check if she was dead, but he could still hear the faint beating of her heart throbbing against her ribcage.