Chapter 662

• As the guards dragged the sobbing females inside. Daemonikai followed them, his hands clasped behind his back. The guards shoved them through the iron doors, and he entered after them.
• He looked to one soldier. “Fetch the spiked whips.” Then another. “Summon the slavemasters, I want scalding oil and ground chili peppers. Now.”
• The two handmaidens were pale as bone now. One had already wet herself, the stink of urine reaching his nose. Both fell to their knees, tears streaming down the faces they pressed to the ground.