I want her to hurt her

"Stop!" King Spencer ordered in his bleak voice, and Zachary paused as he dragged himself away from Eleanor.

Eleanor whimpered painfully as she fell to the floor, her breathing was shaky and her opening hurts her, a lot.

"Zachary would be your teacher, he'd teach you how to be an ethical slave and also a few tactics before I take you to the slave session next week," King Spencer disclosed, his hands crossed behind his back and he began to step towards Eleanor.

Eleanor's breath hitched on perceiving the king coming, she shakily shifted her butt as she moved away from his sight and her back abruptly kiss the door.

"Please, don't come closer, don't come any closer," she hurriedly rushed her words, pleading with him not to come any closer but the king never stopped.

Inwardly, King Spencer was deranged by her sight, and he hated her mere sight and wanted nothing more than to damage her so badly.

"I hate her, and I despise her. I want to make her feel the pains which she caused me," he