She should have expected the worst. Alaric is a vile man that preys on the weakness of others. He finds enjoyment in inflicting pain, she knew it ever since she was a child when she saw him killing his guard because he does not like his smell.
"Do it," he said slowly.
She gritted her teeth, looking at the people around them—to Asrus who looks pale and frightful, to the other men on the line next to him.
"Fabian—"
"No," she interrupted Alaric then hurriedly went down on her knees. "I beg you. Release Asrus. Pardon whatever crimes he has done to you."
"Hmmm." He offered his hand and she did not have any second thoughts about taking it because of her desperation. "That's not how you should beg, my wife." He neared his face on her. "Lower your head and press your lips on my shoes, I may
