Chapter 5 *** Prince Eisen put a comforting hand on Diana’s frightened shoulder. "My brother is very affectionate by nature. He can't easily pass up something delicate and beautiful. He won't throw you out." “….” "So cover his eyes and plug his ears until I come and cut off his head. That's your job." The prince spoke to Diana as though it were a possibility, but in reality, it was nonsense. It was one thing for the Crown Prince to let his guard down for a moment and spend the night...
Chapter 4 *** Diana’s heart pounded at the sound of approaching footsteps. The man stopped right in front of her. Then a callous-free fingertip brushed across her cheek. Diana lifted her head naturally, showing her face to the stranger. A soft exclamation erupted. "Beautiful." His fingers trailed down her face languidly, brushing over her dull collar and cheap buttons. "Tacky." "......." "You were Dortes's slave, weren't you? You worked for Hilde until you were fifteen." Her breath caught in...
Chapter 3 **** Nephrin, face down in the basin, screamed. "Aaaaahhh, bitch, you knew it, you knew it, you knew it!" She grabbed Diana by the hair and shook her mercilessly. This time she heard her hand cut through the air, but she didn't dodge. She knew without a few punches it would only prolong her suffering. "I should have sold you back to the brothel, given you to some ugly, fat hunchback for his seed, but it's not too late, I'll have the slave trader buy you back tomorrow, you whore!"...
Chapter 2 *** 1. Employment contracts … "Diana, Diana!" Nephrin, the only daughter of Viscount Depierre, was a very demanding and sensitive young woman. She had just celebrated her twenty-fourth birthday a few days earlier, and she had a nasty temper, one of which was directed at the maid who tended to her. "Diana, you lazy bitch, fetch the wash water. Now!" The bell dangling from a string rattled loudly. Nephrin acted as if she couldn't move a single step from her bed without her maid. There...
Chapter 1. Prologue *** She couldn't see anything, but she could smell a strong scent of blood in the air. Diana gasped, clutching her clean rag. "Aaaahhhh-!" A desperate scream came from not far away. The soul-crushing cry of a man's last terminus, the stale smell of blood and metal cladding wafting past her nostrils. She had gotten used to it in the half years she had been here. When all was quiet, Diana began to move. She had memorized the layout of this hellish place. She moved forward,...