Chapter Fifty-Eight
A wave of sickness clenched at Safron’s stomach, as she attempted to scream for help, but the words would not form on her lips. Pain radiated through every part of her body, from where Prince Nabil Aziz had kicked punched and clawed at her skin with surprisingly long nails. Safron was unsure why that was her primary focus, especially as she was losing the ability to breathe. She felt, before she saw the cold silver blade of a knife, as it moved down her body, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. Her legs were violently parted, as the prince stepped off the bed, stripping himself of his clothes.
“Dirty little w***e,” he had growled at her, before his boot connected with her side. The sickening sound of her rib echoed around the tiny cabin, before she felt the pain. T
