Don't Beg Me, Alpha
“How dare you speak to us like that when even a lowly servant has more value than you cursed rogue!?”
My head buzzed with dizziness, a stinging pain burning my cheek.
I shut my eyes, bearing with it.
“Next time, you'll know not to let your filthy mouth run loose.” Beatrice landed another heavy slap. “But there won't be next time, because by evening your corpse will be rotting in the dark forest where rogues are buried!”