*** Victoria, First Day of Ritual Prep ***

"Then let's start," Alzi says.

Shit, this is going to be fucking painful. Not like I'm the fucker being cut up, but fucking hell, this is going to take fucking forever to complete. There are way too many fucking black lines on this bitch for anyone to care.

"Fucker!" one of the bitches yells out behind us. "Slave bitch!"

Alzi is sitting on my damn lap. She feels better to hold than Stacy, but this is going to get fucking strange as the blood starts to spill.

"What the fuck," another damn fucker says. "You can't do this. We're. No! We never did anything illegal! She was a fucking slave! You can't force us into this!"

"The crown needs sacrifices to win," Elora whispers. A priestess must be fucking helping the screaming fucks hear the dumbass princess. "You're the best group for this. Others are dying for the Queendom. You can too."

Oh, that isn't going to get these fuckers to be quiet. Elora, you have to have some fucking spirit behind your shit. You don't even believe in this shit. These bitches will be bitching till they're sore in the fucking throat. Or till Alzi gets her damn scalpel into their fucking skin.

The small fucking blade has kept Ashryn from talking too fucking much. She is fucking going crazy with the damn screams, but that's fucking better than the damn begging going on around us.

Rich fucks really don't know when to fucking quit.

I hope I'm not fucking in charge of comforting Alzi during this shit. The most my ass can do is hold her and protect her if someone comes to attack her. Kou is going to have to be the fucking calming voice. Alzi is shaking a bit in my damn arms. That mark on her fucking wrists is working fucking hard to keep her bloody fucking writing neat. As neat as you fucking can be when the work is fucking pouring out blood.

If Yuki wanted to be fucking useful, she could be here silencing these rich fucks. But that really is expecting too much out of a fucking failure. Predicting the fucking needs of others and acting on them. Why fucking try to get others to like you?

"Alzi," Kou whispers. "Are you ok?"

No, fucking dumbass. Alzi is not fucking ok. You can fucking see that! Nobody in this fucking room is going to be ok after this shit. Ashryn's screams are turning fucking haunting by the second. The smell of her fucking blood has infested the room. Alzi is lost in her damn revenge.

"My Princess," Kou tries again.

No fuckin response. Just fucking stop trying.

"Victoria, do you have an idea? I don't like the way Alzi's eyes look right now," Kou says.

"Let her have her damn revenge," I say. "She's fucked up enough. A little fucking blood and revenge won't hurt her damn mind. Just give her something fucking soft to cuddle tonight, and everything will fucking work out. I'm sure of it. Maybe bring Yuki's dumbass here next time to block out all the pleading? Alzi seems to be tuning out the useless fucking noise, but it sure hurts my fucking ears." For original chapters go to novel⚑fire.net

"She's needed to work with Nakuma, unfortunately," Kou says. "You're right about my princess not caring about it, so I probably won't be able to get her to join us. Sorry."

"Bitch always has an excuse for being fucking useless," I say.