The curse

Episode3

Claus marched into the king's chamber with a glint of mischief in his oceanic blue eyes as he forged towards the throne that sat at the vast end of the chamber.

The impression created by the chamber's interior decorations was lit, it spilled out a word: luxury. A sense of graciousness pervaded the high ceilings, lit by the golden chandelier which flowed down, and hung on the high ceilings.

The walls were papered blue. Fluorescent lights shone on an ivory ground, the paneling all just light oak, glowed softly, stairs of polished oak, their baluster ornately carved, led upwards in a long straight sweep, then divided into two, both arms leading to the hallway of rooms on the second floor.

He gazed at the cotton red rug that spread down from the throne that sat on a platform towered by over five steps.

The throne was enticing, it was enticing to everyone in the moon pack, everyone wanted to be the alpha deep in their hearts but were forever silent ir fear.

He walked with utmost eloquence, dressed in a blue Royal suit with a white inscription of the moon pack.

He took a step and then another, repeating the same exercise as he halted at the last step, his tall figure settling on the throne Rapidly

With a wildfire burning in him, stone clutched the handle of a feathered whip in his grips and flinched his hand, the whip now seemed to increase in length.

He flung it towards her and the thick lathered whip lashed across her back, the pain was now in waves as the lashes traveled all over her body it appeared on every part of her body.

Tears trickled down her cheeks endlessly after a minute of the monstrous repetition, her consciousness waned slowly as her lids crashed down.

When was it all going to end?? When ?

She yelled with her voice heightening to the rate of a bellow, *Is this some kind of hell where there is no fire, but there sure is torture.

"Well, you can't yet call it hell dear He mused with a devilish grin on his face as he smiled broadly with a cynical laugh blazing out of his lips.

His expression grew darker as he rasped, 'I's not yet hell unta I whip the living hell out of

you.

"Whip the living, what?? Raine exclaimed, shocked.

With a wildfire burning in him, stone clutched the handle of a feathered whip in his grips and flinched his hand, the whip now seemed to increase in length.

He flung it towards her and the thick lathered whip lashed across her back, the pain was

at a part of her head and sweat cascaded down r face, heat seemed to have descended on her as she grev

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running in her system seemed to be waning rapidly with each force she applied to free her hands from the chains that were channeled around her. They were red, and her wrist fell like it was peeling off.

"Where am 1?7 She yelled with her voice heightening to the rate of a bellow, *Is this some kind of hell where there is no fire, but there sure is torture.

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"Well, you can't yet call it hell dear He mused with a devilish grin on his face as he smiled broadly with a cynical laugh blazing out of his lips

"And you're here because you are to suffer for the sins of your father." his voice chainsawed through the silence.

"Leave me the alonell!* Rain thundered, her hazel eyes beamed in annoyance as she broke the silence flipping her head in a direction trying to prevent her hair from blocking her view.

Storms of veins struck at a part of her head and sweat cascaded down her face, heat seemed to have descended on her as she grew restless with each passing minute. Her hands were sour and aching as the energy running in her system seemed to be waning rapidly with each force she applied to free her hands from the chains that were channeled

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! She thundered weakly,

"Ooh, look what we have here, a very classical and sassy lady." His expression was bright as daylight as it darkened all of a sudden. "I am going to teach you to mind what comes out of those flaps you call lips.

His thick hand held her chin as he squeezed it strongly as she cried out in pain, his men gawked back in bewilderment.

"Where the heck am I Rain felt the words

When was she going to be free??

When would someone come to her rescue??

*Get her some water." He scowled at his men and one of them handed him a bottle of water.

"Open your mouth He ordered with emphasis laced on the words in his speech.

At that moment, she felt an unknown strength coming over her as she locked her lips adamantly.

*I said open your lips," He commanded. He could feel her wobbling in fear as her lips opened voluntarily and a stream of pouring drinking water ran down her throat

"Now back to our chat." He said, gritting his teeth as his brows quivered, his expression tumed strict.

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!! She thundered

"Awn, our sleeping beauty needs some water." She watched as her captor. The man was centered in the middle of other men who had guns tightly gripped in their palms and he ridiculed her in a soft voice with a sarcasm laced in his tone. He laughed again and again as her eyes beamed in annoyance.

She felt a finger trailing on her as her gag fell, her dried lips looking more dried than they'd ever been, her throat was patched, and not even a single drop of water went down i.

"Now I can finally have a little chat with Sleeping Beauty She watched as his chin rose and his thick bass voice reeled out in a dangerous tone. immediately, a cackle blazed out of his lips as some men in black overalls joined him in his cynical laugh.

She raised her head a little as her neck bone adjusted to the movements, her gaze skimmed the figure, and she watched as his figure went down, low enough to her level.