Page 8 of Monsters In Her Head

Chapter 5

Cal

The screams of the soldiers hanging on Cal’s dungeon wall sent a thrill of delight through him. Not his dungeons yet though. He had to find that bitch of his fiance first.

Who knew that the deaf cunt had it in her to run to the drakes for help? It almost made Cal laugh at the absurdity of it. He had underestimated Georgia, that was for sure.

“Are you done here yet?” Luis droned from his seat nearby. “I’m hungry.”

“Bored, brother?” Cal cocked a brow at the lounging prince. “You could get off your ass and help. It would make things go a lot quicker.”

Lu rolled his head to the side and grimaced at the soldier’s bloodied form. “You know this kind of work has never been my kind of thing.”

Lu had always been more of the kind to enjoy screams of pain for pleasure rather than for business. Torturing soldiers for information didn’t quite make him hard like it did Cal. There was nothing to gain from causing pain for anything other than information. Then there was the pure pleasure of getting something out of someone who swore loyalty above all else.

“Besides,” Lu continued with a sigh, leaning his arm on the decrepit wooden table next to him. “Didn’t you get everything from this one already? We know the princess escaped to the drakes and we know they’re in the Grebe forest. What else could you possibly get from him?”

Cal shrugged. “He could have something else of use in that head of his. Gods know his comrades didn’t.” The prince gestured to the discarded and mutilated bodies piled up on the dirty dungeon floor.

“And what of the king?” Lu tapped his fingers on the table. “Don’t you think he will notice one of his soldiers is missing?”

A wicked smile crawled up Cal’s face. “Not if he thinks they were killed by the drakes. It’s a good thing we intercepted them before they could reach the king. Or we’d have more of a problem on our hands.”

“I’m honestly surprised the princess even went to the drakes.” Luis stroked his fingers up and down the surface of the table. “If she had run to anyone, I’d have imagined it would be her father first.”

“One would think.” Cal leaned on the wall beside the soldier, pointing his knife an inch from his eye. “What do you think? Do you think the princess should have gone to the king first?”

The soldier stayed still, his face too close to the knife to even nod.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you? What was that?” Cal let his hand slip and cut a shallow wound across the soldier’s cheek. “Oops, my hand got shaky waiting for your response.”

“No,” the soldier croaked out, licking his dry and cracked lips.

“See,” Cal promptly removed the knife and turned to his brother. “He doesn’t think so either. Why would she run to daddy? That bitch is too proud to tell her father anything.” Cal paused and tapped the tip of the knife against his chin, not bothered by the blood staining him. “No, she would want to do everything herself, leaving her pathetic king to think he had chosen a good match for her.”

Luis snorted. “Hardly. Anyone with half a brain could see through your pretenses long before they let them put their hands on their precious daughter.” Luis hummed and crossed one booted foot over the other. “No, the king is desperate. He knows it. We know it. I think he would have accepted just about anyone who wanted to take his daughter’s hand if only to help replenish the coffers and keep them out of war.”

Cal smirked at that. “That was never going to happen. If Kinoko is so easily overtaken with just an offer of marriage then others will come as well. We’ll have to fight to keep it until we prove we are a force to reckon with...” Cal paused and licked his lips, the need for violence burning his veins. “After we take care of those pesky drakes.”

Cal turned back to the soldier and flipped his knife over and over in his hand. “Now, let’s see if we can get something else of use out of you. Maybe I’ll even spare you.”

The soldier groaned and blinked one swollen eye at Cal, hope filling them.

“Spare you a boring life that is,” Cal corrected himself before plunging the knife into the soldier’s shoulder. His screams rang in Cal’s ears and he sighed happily. Now, if only it was higher pitched and accompanied with a pair of tits. Then it would be perfect.

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