《Prostitute's Fate》ALFRED'S VENGEANCE
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Zelda was angry at her father for not taking her with him and now she was venting her anger in dungeon. Torchering people in sick ways.
There was a man whose hands were bleeding and fingers were lying on the ground in several pieces. He lips were sewed preventing him from screaming.
She took a hammer and asked one of her guard to drag that man near her. She raised the hammer and broke his hands followed by his legs.
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Alfred entered his room only to find it messy. He was a neat freak. He didn't liked mess or dirt even a bit. He called one of the maid and ordered her to clean it. After she was done he broke her hands for not doing it on time.
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Alfred was busy discussing something with Mr. Saltzman when Zelda entered the room without knocking as usual.
He looked up at her and admires her beauty. She was gorgeous and far from his reach.
"Keep your eyes down or I'll will rip them out." Zelda hissed at him and he looked down quickly.
"I am sorry Miss. It won't happen again." he mumbled and left from there.
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Alfred entered his room and saw Zelda sleeping on the bed like a queen. She was a queen for others but for him she was nothing. He shook her up and she got up.
"Get up from here and sleep somewhere else."
" It's my bed I'll do whatever I wish. You can't order me around. Remember who my father is."
" You forgot that you are my wife and I can do whatever the hell I want to do with you." He yanked her up and threw her on the floor.
She was trained. She got up and kicked him. Now she was the one punching him. When he had enough he held her hand and gripped it tightly.
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She didn't lose her strength and tried to free herself from his tight grip. Naturally he was stronger than her and he trained a lot. So she couldn't free herself.
" Never ever think of repeating this. Or I won't hesitate to break your hand." He hissed in her ear and left her.
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"Alfred plz...plz..don't do this to me. I would die this time. Plz"
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"Will you get me my flogger or should I get it."
"Please..just this one time. I promise I will never repeat this again."
" You know that if I'll get it then it will hurt you more than I've planned for it to hurt."
"Please I'll be good."
"Fine, I'll get it." Alfred got up but was stopped by her holding his hand. He turned and looked at her hand which was gripping his then at her face.
"I...I..am sorry. I'll get it." Zelda quickly apologized and left his hand then went to get that dreaded flogger. She handed him with her trembling hands.
He didn't wait any second and strikes her hand from which she held his. She wanted to shriek with pain but knew better than that.
He repeatedly striked her one after the other without giving her any break. She was writhing in pain but he wasn't done with her.
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