CHAPTER 55


    Dn POV


    The way the king showed me off to the crowd was totally different from a month ago when he first announced me to the world. He got a little bit physical


    me off in disgust, and destain.


    shes of cameras went off in my face as everyone tried to capture my appearance. The brown potato sack outfit hung off my malnourished body and


    and bruises. I was a state.


    as


    “ept me and all this will stop!” The king whispered, his eyes ring with deceit, he tucked my unruly hair behind my car, and smiled at


    the disgust on my face, right before I spat blood in his. It was a clear act of pure defiance, and


    one that I stand by. The look on the kings now blood sttered face wasplete outrage, a his fist quickly made contact with my cheek bone. An upro


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    The kingposed himself slightly as if he had done nothing and clicked his fingers leading to me to be grabbed


    again, even rougher than before, which I didn’t think was possible, and dragged over to a table were my graffiti scarred forearm was mmed down.


    I Instantly began getting shbacks of the day my principal did the original wound. People were staring at me with all kinds of different looks then too, on


    “Don’t let them see fear. My dads words ran in my head as a torch was lit just behind me by the king regent. I could hear the mes crackling and the so


    “A lycans only weakness is silver!” The king walked in front of me and went on to address the crowed as my breathing began to quicken, my eyes shut ti


    be heard but they were muffled in my ears. The crackling fire and my impending agony was what was clouding


    my mind.


    “Let itmence!” A nk was heard as the bar was ced in the naked mes


    to heat up, my head shot to the direction of the fire. I could see therge silver rod gain a scolding red glow as the metal heated, I was extremely surpris


    It was like slow motion, as he walked towards me. My head moved to the other side while I braced myself for the pain I was about to receive. I took a de


    “Ahh.” A cry left my mouth as the heated metal made contact, my eyes mmed shut as tears threatened to spill, and my hand closed into a tight fist as


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    out of my chest.


    “Shhhh” I felt a rough hand m onto the top of my distressed head as the king began stroking my tied up hair. “This could have been avoided.”


    He stated as my torture continued, the king then forced my head to turn and face my arm, making me witness my own degrading. “If you would just e


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    My excitement of her spitting her blood in his face was p