The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 34: The Devil’s Secrets II

Chapter 34: The Devil’s Secrets II

Rama scoffed in frustration as the door refused to budge, so now she had to find the key, but where would the devil keep his key to unlock the door to his dark secrets?

It was a difficult question she had no answer to, so she resorted to searching for it instead. Her face lit up with hope that maybe she could find a way to kill him or imprison him, anything at all that she could use against him would be worth it.

She went back to the drawer where the vials of unknown variety colours of liquids were kept and opened it. She took hold of a vial with a red liquid and scrutinized the crimson content with squinted eyes.

It didn’t seem like blood, rather it seemed like a strange unfamiliar liquid, but it could be a step to finding out the devil’s secrets if he had one.

She swiftly placed it into her gown pocket and glanced at the vials in the drawer, wondering if he would realize a vial out of the multiple ones were missing, even though there were a few other red ones.

She closed the drawer and took a deep breath as she tucked a stray strand of black lock of hair behind her ears, slightly nervous before resuming to her search for the key but after a long moment of searching, she gave up as she was equally famished and tired.

She had searched every nook and cranny of the room but her search had turned futile and void.

She moved toward the full body sized mirror standing at the edge of the room, next to the dressing table. She lazily moved toward it and stood in front of the mirror as she stared back at her reflection.

Aside from her maid clothes which weren’t fairly bad and nevertheless still looked attractive in it, she could still see the Queen she once was even though her title had been stripped to nothing.

It was still a shock to her even after days had fleeted by, the life changing events that had transpired. Her Empire had been gone within a blink of an eye and Roshan’s death still stuck in her memory so vividly yet felt so unreal, but at that moment, she was too exhausted and hungry to think or be angry, so she sat on the edge of the bed lazily.

Her eyelids felt heavy from weariness and she found herself unable to keep her eyes open any longer. She glanced at the door in alert before crawling onto the bed for a small nap.

She assured herself she would be awake before Draco walked through those doors and caught her sleeping on his bed, which would warrant to a punishment. She shoved aside sleeping on the cold marble floor or the couch because she was now a maid.

The mattress was too comfy and tempting for her to resist, so she laid her tired body down on the soft mattress and succumbed into slumber.

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Draco strolled through the corridors with long strides, toward his chamber in the east wing and a dark smile crept to his lips.

He pushed the double doors open to enter his chamber, when his red eyes dilated to the figure sleeping comfortably on his bed and a disbelieving scoff erupted from his lips softly as he moved toward the bed.

"You dare sleep on my bed feisty princess? Always displaying your defiant personality in different ways, hm?" Draco muttered beneath his breath as he stared at the sleeping figure in front of him, before leaning towards her ear.

"Wake up Rama, it’s time for your maid’s punishment." Draco said loud enough to jolt her awake with eyes shut open, like she had been struck with lightning.

Her jade eyes enlarged as she bumped her forehead into his chin and he mechanically moved back. She rubbed her forehead with a painful hiss but not before she scurried out of the bed with rushed and calculated movements.

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish in shock and disarray as she was still disorientated.

"I-I’m sorry, it was a mistake. I fell asleep." She cleared her throat as she stuttered slightly.

"On the king’s bed and it warrants for a double punishment on your maid." Draco said with a sinister grin tearing it’s way through his lips.

"No please! I’ll take the punishments instead, I mean I caused them and...its not right for an innocent person to suffer and take the punishment of the guilty one. She doesn’t deserve to suffer, anyone but her." Rama said immediately in a rushed tone as she shook her head pleadingly.

"You cannot change my mind Rama. Your maid gets her punishment for your sins." Draco stated firmly with unwavering dark red eyes peering into hers.

It was evident he would never give in or change his mind, but if her pride had to evaporate into thin air to at least lessen Malika’s punishments, then she’d let it fade even though it was difficult.

"She has to use her arms to work as a maid and carry out the tasks assigned to her." Rama remarked but his countenance didn’t alter in the faintest.

"I promise I’ll do anything you want. Use me as your blood bag or whatever, I’ll do anything at all that you ask of me without a word or opposition. I’ll no longer be defiant." Rama declared firmly and his crimson eyes glinted with malignance as he moved toward her, making her shift her feet backward, but he didn’t stop moving forward till she hit her back against the wall.

She was trapped between his towering self and the wall, and the closeness between them made her realise just how tall and muscular he was, even with his clothes on and at that instant, she felt smaller and weaker than she had ever felt in front of him.

She tilted her head to the side as he leaned his face lower to her level, making his hair fall over his shoulders.

"You’d do anything feisty princess?" He asked with a low dangerous growl reverberating beneath his breath, as a devilish grin cut through his lips and she saw him run his tongue over his pointy incisors, as his gaze narrowed lower from her face down to her chest in an offensively lewd manner.

His hot breath fanning her cheeks made her twist her face with a scowl as she anticipated the smell of blood in his breath, but she was slightly stunned when it smelled like fresh mints instead.

Rama’s jaws ticked visibly as she shot him deathly glares, her palms itched so badly to land a hard slap across his face and she found herself fighting with her inner goddess to remain calm, although she couldn’t decipher how long she’d be calm if he continued staring at her like that, but she nodded nevertheless.

"I won’t amputate your maid’s arm, but she’ll be given a lesser punishment instead. Isn’t it considerate of me?" Draco drawled with as smirk dancing on the edge of his full red lips that seemed like they were drenched in blood, making her wonder how his lips could be that red.

"Want to kiss me already? I’ve caught you staring at my lips more than twice." Draco remarked with tilted head and Rama’s cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

Kissing his bloody lips stained with blood was never going to happen. She couldn’t visualize herself doing it, yet her had caught her staring.

In her defence, it was hard to not stare at an inhumane looking pale face with inhumane features. But it was nothing linked to a romantic feeling, it was impossible for her to feel any kind of way toward him apart from hatred and detest, one that she had harboured in her heart before ever encountering him.

"I wasn’t. I only wondered if they were stained with blood." Rama snapped firmly as she glued her back to the wall, avoiding their bodies from brushing against each other as they were less than an inch away which made her very uncomfortable.

Draco’s brows lifted up for a second before maintaining his smirk as he moved away from her and she didn’t realize she had been holding her breath till she let out heavy huffs of breath.

"Talking about blood makes me hungry now. It’s hard to resist when I can hear your pulse throb beneath your skin and smell the blood." Draco uttered and she felt the hair stand erect on her skin, when she saw a murky grin cut through his lips, to reveal his elongated incisors with his tongue running over them.

Her lips quivered slightly at the anticipation of his fangs on her skin again and she clutched her fingers tightly in front of her gown.

"You should watch your maid get punished first, next time you’ll think before you do something defiant." Draco said and he clasped his hand around her arm tightly before dragging her with him, out of the chamber as they walked down the hall.

She hastened her footsteps after him even though he walked at an average pace. Every step he took with those long legs of his equaled three of hers even though she wasn’t short.

He led her down the corridors through a door into a dimly lit room, having no windows with few lit candles which enacted light in the room, to make the equipment which consisted of torturing tools to be visible and she realized it was the torture chamber.

Her eyes narrowed to Malika who was kneeling on the floor with bound arms and Zamiel standing above her with a leather whip in his hold.