The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 35: Tears Of Blood

Chapter 35: Tears Of Blood

It was late afternoon and Malika was busy tending to the garden which didn’t need tedious work on it, when her eyes narrowed to Zamiel who was moving toward her direction.

His mere presence intimidated her as he possessed a majestic and powerful aura cloaking him, in addition to the stoic look on his face which gave out not a hint of what was going through his mind or rather, what he felt.

She quickly lowered her gaze from his and continued tending to the garden, until she felt the heaviness as he hovered above her and the darkness exuding from his body which, made her spine tingle.

The terrified girl gradually lifted her head up for her amber eyes to meet his dark red ones boring into hers. She averted her gaze with frantic movements as she bowed her head in respect.

His unexpected grasp on her arm made a terrified gasp leave her lips, as he pulled on her arm to move along with him in silence.

She swallowed softly in disarray as she didn’t dare question him on what was going on and why she was being dragged away and most importantly, to where?

She dragged her feet against marble floor as she followed him into the palace and she realized just how small she was when she looked up at his broad back against her, as he towered above her with an incredible height.

She softly shook her head with creased brows. His height wasn’t significant at that moment and rather, where she was being taken to. Surely, a night creature as significant as Zamiel wouldn’t be dragging her around for nothing and suddenly, a stray thought flashed in her head which made her lips quiver in dread.

Was he going to bed her? She screamed inwardly but she didn’t dare say a word as only a soft whimper escaped her lips.

A few maids passed by with lowered head, but when their eyes met hers, they shot her a perceptible glare, as if she was in a fairly pleasing condition which left her muddled.

Surely it wasn’t a promising plight being yanked away by Zamiel to an unknown destination, was it? She pondered endlessly until they halted in front of a door which he hauled her into.

Her eyes scrutinized the dark place with an eerie tone to it, both in the interior and the sense.

The place was dark and windowless with a few lit candles sitting randomly to enact it’s dim light, but still, the darkness seemed to supersede the light.

Her eyes narrowed to the torture devices which consisted of a brazen bull, thumbscrews, stakes, the pillory and other torture devices she was unfamiliar with, settled inside the room and she came to a conclusion that she was brought to a torture chamber, but why rang in her head.

"You barely utter a word, yet you think more than you speak." She heard Zamiel’s baritone voice behind her, as he moved past her to a table with torture devices sitting on it.

She was a bit disorientated on his remark as she still hadn’t processed the reason why she was brought to a torture chamber. After a while of processing his words properly and gaping at him like a dimwit, she finally realised what he meant and her amber eyes enlarged in stupefaction.

Vampires could read minds? She screamed inwardly before her eyes narrowed to the rope in his hold.

"Not all vampires, just I and Draco. We’re different." She heard him say as he moved toward her with the rope, tugging both ends in a straight horizontal line. She suddenly wondered how different they were and what exactly made them different, which left her in curiosity.

"You can ask questions, rather than think out so loud. There’s no difference if you think or speak in front of me I’ll hear you either ways, but I’d rather you spoke." Zamiel remarked with nonchalance as he bound her hands together with the rope.

It must have been the most she heard him speak and he wouldn’t be so bad for a night creature if he didn’t take her to a torture room, and was binding her hands together.

She wanted to stop thinking, but she couldn’t. All her life as a maid, she had barely spoken out her opinions freely, as a maid’s view didn’t matter and they weren’t entitled to voice out their thoughts, but now a night creature was telling her to speak her thoughts freely. How ironic it was.

"It’s either you’re mute or.." Zamiel trailed off as he abruptly stopped talking, the blank look on his face never faltering as he spoke.

"I-I’m sorry Lord Zamiel, I’ll speak out more. I mean back in our e-empire, maids weren’t pe-permitted to speak unless it was important." Malika said with a slight stutter as she darted her eyes around the room.

Zamiel didn’t reply and gave her a long stare as she darted her eyes nervously.

"How old are you? 16?" He queried and she shook her head softly, making ringlets of her golden locks fall to the front of her face, which she tucked behind her ears swiftly.

"No, I’m 18." She said with a low voice and immediately regretted spouting out her real age.

He didn’t say anymore, although she knew he heard her thoughts of regrets and wondered if she would get in trouble for wanting to lie, but thinking about it she was already in trouble as he brought her to the torture chamber.

"L-Lord Zamiel, if I may, why am I here, in the torture chamber?" She asked as she glanced at her bound arms before glancing at the torture devices.

"To get punished for Rama’s actions. She hit the king." Zamiel said and her lashes fluttered uncontrollably as she remained speechless unable to form words after her inquiry had been answered.

His red eyes narrowed to the door and he yanked her bound arms toward the middle of the room, before giving her a hard push to make her fall down on her knees.

The painful burn inflicted on her knees as it collided to the floor felt numb as she watched him in horror, move toward a table and picking up a black leathery whip, before moving towards her.

"Hold no grudges. It’s the king’s order." Zamiel said in a flat tone, he didn’t seem to care if she retained grudges for him or not, but still he spoke like a gentleman which was ironic in every sense.

She only gave him a perplexed look before lowering her head for her eyes to look at her clutched hands, with fingers intwined together in nervousness as she trembled in her kneeling position, with tears pooliing at the brim of her eyes.

The door shut open and her head jerked upward to meet Draco and Rama emerging into the room.

"Proceed." She heard Draco’s voice command across the room as they watched. She heard the whip ascend up with the wind whisking past it, before it descended on her back.

The hard leathery whip came in contact with her skin and she felt the flesh on her back peel off as it enacted an agonizing scorching pain, which spread across her entire body in a beat.

A loud grunt of pain escaped her lips and the tears which pooled at the brim of her eyes, rolled down her cheeks nonstop like waterfall.

Her nails dug into her palms as she clutched her hands tightly, from the unendurable pain Zamiel inflicted on her.

The whip descended on her small back again and she gritted her teeth in unbearable pain as she screamed in agony with tears leaving her eyes.

The lashes continued and her screaming stopped as she was too weak to let out a sound, everything had become numb and she slumped weakly on the floor unconscious, with blood dripping from the lash wounds on her back.

"Get away from her you monster!" Rama screamed hysterically as she ran over to where Malika lay unconscious. She shot a deathly glare at Zamiel before hugging the unconscious girl in her arms.

Her dress had been ripped as an effect from the whip lash to reveal the gory lash wounds on her back, with blood dripping from it.

Rama sobbed at the sight of the horrendous wounds on her back. Malika didn’t deserve to suffer this way, but at that moment she couldn’t blame anyone but herself for the poor girl’s plights.

She pushed her golden hair which had clung to her face from sweat, to reveal her unconscious face that had gone pale.

"You almost killed her! What is wrong with you, she’s human!" Rama screamed hysterically at them between gritted teeth.

"And we’re not. That’s what happens to your precious maid when you try to act defiant." Draco said with a crooked sinister smile playing on his lips which made her rage fuel more, but she averted her gaze and dropped it on Malika’s unconscious face in worry.

She wiped the tears falling on her cheeks with her sleeve before carefully attempting to carry Malika. Seeing the lash marks covering most part of her back made her skin crawl.

"I’ll carry her." Zamiel offered and Rama gradually whipped her face to his direction with a scowl on her twisted face.

She would decline his offer, but she knew better than anyone she couldn’t carry her, as gently as he would. She rolled her eyes at him as he crouched down to her level and carefully carried the unconscious girl.

"She’s not your sister Zamiel, your sister’s dead." Draco uttered darkly and Zamiel’s eyes dropped at him without a word, before exiting the torture chamber as he carried Malika along with Rama who followed behind.