Bazzel had brought her to his small house and thrown her aside mercilessly. An involuntary scream came out of Myla's mouth at the sharp wave of pain in her neck at his cruelty.
"Now you are not a princess, Myla Marine. You have forgotten your fragility, you should get used to the pain now, because you are now only a servant of Bazzel Raq. Now this is your reference, this is your recognition, you have to work to live in peace here, and otherwise you will be responsible for the results yourself.” He was drawing a life map. Myla's eyes started turning red at the thought of this.
"I am ready to do anything. Just heal me. Save me from this pain, I'm dying. It is becoming difficult for me to bear this pain, now it is becoming difficult to breathe.” She was crying, folding her hands in front of
