Chapter13
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Pearl woke up the following morning with a pounding headache that made her eyes burn. Her thoughts immediately drifted back to what Sage had told her the previous night about the King being angry with her, and her heart jumped in fear.
Morning had arrived, and soon she would be summoned to face the King. Only God knew what he had planned for her.
She swung her legs out of bed and walked toward the window, pulling the blinds open. She stared out at the Guham Kingdom where she had grown up. She would never walk freely again.
“Good morning, my Queen. You woke up quite early today,” Sage said as she placed a cup of coffee on the table. It was the same coffee the doctor had recommended.
Pearl woke up early because she slept in fear.
She ignored Sage and went to brush her teeth. When she returned, Sage was still standing where she had been. Pearl sat on the couch and raised the cup of coffee to her lips.
“No food for me today?” she asked as she took a sip.
“The King will be eating in the dining hall with his wives today,” Sage replied.
Pearl nodded slowly.
The King had a dining table in his chamber. Why could he not eat there instead of forcing her to face his other wives?
A knock sounded on the door, and Pearl motioned for Sage to answer it.
“My Queen, the maids are here to dress you for the King,” Sage announced.
Pearl’s heart leaped in terror. How was all this going to end?
“Let them in,” she said calmly while sipping her coffee.
Two blonde maids entered, carrying clothes and accessories. From their serious expressions, Pearl knew this was not an ordinary visit.
“Good morning, my Queen. We were ordered by the King to dress you for him,” they said.
Pearl nodded slowly as she watched them walk toward the bathroom.
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King Archer sat patiently in his chamber, waiting for Pearl. He intended to punish her for refusing to dine with him, an act he found deeply disrespectful.
He was furious that Pearl was stubborn and did not fear him the way he expected.
Just as those thoughts crossed his mind, Pearl walked in nervously, her gaze fixed on the floor. She wore a red side slit bodycon dress, her hair neatly packed into a bun.
She looked stunning.
Too perfect for what he intended to do to her, but he did not care. Pearl needed to be punished for her behavior.
“Good morning, Your Highness,” she said softly.
She bit her lip and clasped her fingers together nervously. Archer could tell she was uncomfortable in the revealing dress, but that was exactly what he wanted.
“Strip in five seconds,” he ordered coldly.
Her eyes widened in shock.
“Huh?”
“Your time is counting,” he said.
She hurried to remove the dress, but it clung tightly to her hips and round backside. Panic filled her chest as she felt Archer’s burning gaze. Tears threatened to spill.
When she finally removed the dress, she stood naked before him. The maids had dressed her without undergarments, and anger burned in her chest, but she knew they had only followed orders.
The King’s eyes roamed over her freckled, curvy body. She tried to cover herself, but his sharp glare made her drop her hands immediately.
“This is what your clothes have been hiding from me,” he said. “You have the perfect body for me. Perhaps you should walk around naked so I can admire it every day.”
He traced a finger down her waist in satisfaction.
Pearl felt disgusted by his touch and wished she could push him away and run, but she knew that would be a death sentence.
“Lie on the bed, face down,” he ordered.
She hesitated before obeying. Hot tears streamed down her face as she lay down. How had her life come to this?
She felt his gaze burning into her back. The bed dipped as he climbed onto it, and she shivered when his fingers traced the old wounds on her skin from her fall three years ago. They still had not healed completely.
“Is Sage treating this injury?” he asked.
She nodded, unsure why he even cared.
His hand moved to her backside, gripping her harshly. His fingers dug painfully into her flesh.
“Ouch! Please stop, King Archer. You are hurting me!” she cried.
He spanked her hard.
“You have a soft, squishy backside,” he said casually.
Her body burned with pain and humiliation.
He stepped off the bed, and she heard a sound behind her. Before she could react, he cuffed her wrists to the headboard. There were openings built into the bed, proof that this was nothing new for him.
The metal tightened around her wrists, sending fear through her body. She wished she could die instead of enduring what was coming.
Her wrists ached as the cuffs bit into her skin.
“This is for being a stubborn wife,” he said.
The whip struck her so hard that she screamed.
She had never imagined he would whip her. Torture was the last thing she expected.
Tears streamed uncontrollably as her vision blurred.
“When King Archer eats in the dining hall, you will be there,” he shouted. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, my King!” she cried.
The whip landed again.
“This is for being pregnant,” he added as he struck her once more.
She thought he had accepted her pregnancy.
He poured all his rage onto her.
“What are you to King Archer?” he demanded.
“I am King Archer’s submissive,” she cried.
“And what will you offer him?”
“My body whenever he wants,” she sobbed.
He laughed softly.
“I will give you twenty lashes. If you move, it will be doubled.”
She nodded weakly, knowing it was impossible not to move.
The lashes came down relentlessly, striking the same spot again and again. Pain consumed her entire body until she could no longer scream or beg.
He continued until he was satisfied.
When he finally uncuffed her, he walked out of the room without looking back.
She lay there, broken and shaking.
The door opened again, and Sage rushed in. Pity filled her eyes, making Pearl feel ashamed.
Sage helped her dress, but Pearl screamed in pain.
“I can’t stand,” she cried.
Tears filled Sage’s eyes.
“The King ordered me to remove you from his chamber so the maids can clean the bed,” she said quietly.
The bedspread was stained with blood.
Pearl forced herself upright through the agony. She needed to leave before she saw his face again.
As she limped away, one thought haunted her mind.
If this was punishment day, what would a s*x day feel like?
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