CHAPTER 11: Self-compassion.
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"Ugh!" Ysha let out a grunt of pain as the king's whip struck her back.
She lay on her back in the center of the bed, with her hands and feet tied to each corner.
She felt the pain with every strike of the king's whip since no cloth covered her body.
The king repeatedly hurled the whip at her.
"Ahhh." Ysha cried out in pain. "Y-your m-majesty." In a faint whisper, she managed to call out to the King, stuttering. "P-please." Ysha begged for mercy.
Crying over the king's punishment.
“You like this, don't you?”
Then, the sound of the whip echoed behind her again.
"Ahhhhh." Ysha exclaimed again.
The pain from the king's whip made her feel like she was going to black out. She was struggling to think clearly.
This is the first night following their wedding earlier today, and this is how the king welcomed her upon returning to the room.
"And this one..." In that instant, the whip struck one of her thighs.
"Ugh!" Ysha shivered from the pain.
Each time the whip struck her skin, it felt like her flesh would wither in agony.
"For your boldness in misleading me."
The king's fierce gaze remained on her naked body as he lashed out at her.
"And this... for your another lie."
"Ahhhhhhhh."
Crying out faintly. After enduring the king's cruel whip, Ysha almost fainted from exhaustion. She couldn't hold back her tears.
Ysha sensed that she might faint at any moment. She felt a twinge of regret for assuming the responsibility that rightfully belonged to her twin.
She's hoping for a different outcome when Shantal deals with the king, but...
Shantal is pregnant.
The king will certainly make that Shantal faces severe consequences if he finds out about this situation. She faces a substantial risk that this distress may result in her losing the child she is currently carrying.
"T-that's right. Y-you m-majesty." Ysha murmured softly upon feeling the bed shake.
She lifted her face from the bed with determination and faced the king.
When she noticed the position of the king and what he was engaged in, her eyes expanded in disbelief.
"Y-your m-majesty," she managed to utter, but as she struggled to move her hands and feet, it became painfully clear that the bindings were too secure for her to break free.
"P-please. N-no."
In her vulnerability, she implored the king again, but he remained emotionless.
"I have this right. After all, we're wed."
Without any warning, the king aggressively trusts his massive size onto her gentle softness.
"Ahhhhhh." Ysha let out another scream because of that. The king showed violent trust.
"Ahhhhhh." Ysha's loud moans were beyond her control.
The king forcefully penetrated her femininity with vigorous thrusts, demonstrating his raw power and dominance.
"Ahhh."
Ysha's scream echoed in the room as he kept enduring the king's brutal actions against her.
It seemed like her body was being torn to shreds.
"Ugh... ahhhhhh. N-no.. ahhhhhh." Ysha's begging was in vain.
"f**k. Ahhmm." The king concentrated on the delightful sensation while he thrust violently in and out of her soft femininity. "So tight, Omega. Fuck."
The king grasped Ysha's waist to penetrate her further.
The king's gaze fell upon Ysha's tender pinkish femininity as he maintained his movements.
The king found great pleasure in how his large size contrasted with Ysha's femininity.
The king fixed his gaze on the point where their bodies intersect.
The king continued to move.
Aggressively inside her.
Thunderous.
Speeding up his moves.
When the king perceived that he was on the verge of release, he shifted in front of her.
Lifted Ysha's face by tugging her hair. The king inserted his large size into her mouth and continued on.
Dominating Ysha's mouth.
“Ahhh. f**k you, Omega. Take my c*m, Omega." The king let his pleasure flow into Ysha's mouth.
Ysha coughed.
Threw up.
Sobbing.
Ysha grieved not only due to the king's violent claim, but also because of the suffering she endured at his hands.
…..
Ysha sat in silence.
She only covered the private areas of her body, while the Lota treated her wounds throughout her entire body.
Her gaze towards the large window ahead appeared empty. It looks like she's about to lose her mental stability from the violence she's enduring.
"Two days." Ysha uttered words in a hushed tone.
Calculating the day she met the king. During those two days, she endured nothing but pain and punishment from him.
"Ugh."
Feeling the pain from her wounds being treated by the lota, she winced.
"I apologize, Luna Ysha. I'll be more careful next time." The lota apologized and resumed applying treatment to her injuries.
She chose not to answer at all and didn't even look at her. That won't ease the pain she's experiencing due to his wounds.
"It's all over now, Luna Ysha." After some time, Lota spoke up. Lota lifted the white robe that she had wrapped around herself.
"Take this to soothe your discomfort, Luna Ysha." Lota handed her five tablets.
She grabbed it quietly, not inquiring about the excess medicine.
"I'll go for now, Luna Ysba. Rest to restore your energy." The lota left her and left the room.
Silence filled the room.
Stunning silence.
The gentle rhythm of her heartbeat, her relaxed breaths, and the ticking of the big wall clock fill the room. That was the sound she perceived in the quiet of the room.
Ysha sighed deeply.
Look up.
And close her eyes.
Ysha's tears flowed again as she closed her eyes. She struggled to describe the discomfort she was enduring.
Self-compassion.
If her body's resistance had been low, the king's torture from last night could have potentially led to her death. If that occurred to a regular individual, they could be struggling to breathe right now.
She cries not just due to the king's torture, but also because of her situation. Her father sought out Shantal to present her to the king.
She thought about what life might be like for her and her twin when his father located her.
…..
Meanwhile, the king occupied himself with different matters. He implemented specific laws according to his preferences. Received news from various ministers related to their specific duties.
Examined the incoming and accumulating funds. The capital that flows out and gets used.
Even though he had a lot on his plate, the Omega kept occupying his thoughts.
Her wife.
He felt that his inability to forget his wife stemmed from her betrayal and the false explanations she provided.
After discovering the impersonation and deceit, he instructed someone to collect information about it and learned that her twin should currently be with him.
As he gritted his teeth, he couldn't resist tearing up one of the papers he had been looking at.
He discovered that the omega he was engaged to is expecting a child and has fled with his partner.
The Omega believes she can mislead him, which is the reason for her insistence. The omega fell for him the moment she laid eyes on him.
"Fuck."
"Your majesty." His Beta gazes at the crumpled paper.
The document that tracks the funds that went missing during the time his grandfather reigned. He's trying to find out which of his cousins is irresponsibly using those funds.
He will focus on that issue while simultaneously providing a solution, as he continues to search for the escaped Rogues.
"Any updates on the Rogues we caught?"
"They still refuse to speak, your Majesty. They simply respond that they have no concern for others and only desire their own freedom."
The king's gaze sharpened as he concentrated on a specific point. That is another aspect that prompts his thoughts.
If his wife had not experienced her heat on the day the three Rogues entered his room, there existed a possibility that she would have subdued all three of them.
Due to the information he collected regarding his wife, it was... She participates in specialized training for Omegas to enhance their self-defense skills.
The records indicate that she was among the recipients of the award for her exceptional talent and skill.
"Execute them," the king issued the command without hesitation as he stood up from his chair. "Then, seek out another Omega for me. Lead him into one of the chambers."
"Yes, your Majesty.
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