#Chapter 111: The King Is Alive?!

“I will ask once more before I become a man you will not like,” George says. “Too late,” I snap. He glowers at me. “You can speak to insult me, but not to answer my questions. Do you know understand the precarious nature of your situation, whore? It is by my will alone that you live or die. I could give the command right now and have this guard snap your neck.” The guards drops my arm to wrap his hands around my neck. “Not yet, you imbecile. I need answers first.” “So you admit you can’t kill me until I tell you what you want,” I say. “Then we’re at an impasse.” George narrows his eyes. “I don’t have to kill you to hurt you, bitch.” Then, he slaps me across the face with the back of his hand hard. A few rings cut across my skin. The shock of the sudden pain makes brings tears to my eyes. I taste blood. “It seems as if we now have an understanding,” George says, satisfied with himself. “Now. Be a good girl and tell me why you are here.” I have to tell him something, or