“Don’t dare faint...” — Going for a cup, Aslak ordered. Throwing its wine at the princess’s face aiding her senses to wake because of the impact and strong scent. — "I said, stay awake."
“!??!! ?! AGH! K! COUGH!! A-AslAK!! MY LIMB!!!!!!”
“Haa... Stay fucking awake, whore. Didn’t I tell you? You’ll suffer my rage like no other... Anyone who harms my wife... will et death in the most painful way, Dorea.”
It was at this reminder... That a horrible and slow butcher was started by the savage...
“Darn waste... even your guts are putrefact...” — He said after with bare hands Aslak took her internal organs out of her unconscious body... which couldn’t stay awake for the whole torture, as no hands nor feet were part of her anymore. — “... Kir, wake her up again.”
“... Ou... she might not wake up though.”
“I can see her lungs are breathing. Do it. A mont will do.”
"Aie... Waste. Oi! Waste! Wake up!!"
As ordered the Constable did... and a dazed Dorothea woke up. Numbed by the great pain that was taking her to inescapable death, with blurred eyes that cried naturally without the owner’s awareness.
"Open your damn eyes properly!!" — Shoving the acidic juice up her nose once more, the cut woman choked and twisted violently in pain and ssy jolts.
The Archduke watched her from his height, immutable by the bloody sight he had created. And playing with his axe, his foot stepped in an organ he had pulled out of her still-alive body.
“GHHHHH!!!!”
“I see you can open those dirty eyes."
"HFfH hfgFh!!!!"
"See those ravens above? They’ll eat your rests later... These I’ve pulled out....Look at them... these disgusting and useless pieces of at are what made you."
"nHFgh! NHfh!!!"
"... I’ll kill you now... I’ll cut your head off your waste of a corpse... I’ll make it be filled with rciless leeches and hungry worms since it’s their rightful ho... and that mouth of yours with which you dared sche against my wife and defile our nas.... I’ll send it to be raped and eat the waste of n until your head’s as rotten as your soul.”
“.. ! f...!!...”
“You’re now an unsightly waste in life and death, Dotera.”
"!?.!..!!!..!..."
Wishing to make it a lengthy release from torture, Aslak’s axe was not to fall heavily and cleanly severe her head quickly.
The Barbarian took its ti cutting the neck of the already dead woman... becoming bored once no more jolting reactions could be discerned in what was an already hopelessly dead body. Ultimately coming to stand, completely uninterested in the hideous scene at his feet.
“... Kir, finish by ripping that shit off and take it to the outskirts so the drunkards can fuck and crap in her mouth on the dirtiest corner.”
“... a’ight.”
“Yngve, bring those... It’s those won’s turn.”
“Here they are. Hah... This one tried to cut her tongue. The other hasn’t moved for a while, Myrkzver.” — Pointing at the trembling Dina and then her servant, Yngve inford with a smirk after glancing at the corpse the owner of Sortnafeigr had killed rcilessly. Truly expectant to learn the punishnt those won Gilead and himself had stopped from escaping the Archduke’s bloodthirst. — “... And? What ya want us to do with these two? Can we empale them, kin them and burn them?”
“..... Oi. You were from the north.” — Aslak said, however. Ignoring the fellow savage at the sight of Gilead. — “You served this woman, didn’t ya? Tell your na.”
“... The na is Gilead... Never was I loyal to them. My living in your land’s proof.”
“..... Who’re you loyal to.” — Glancing with redoubtable glare at Dina, who cried with muffled mouth, the Archduke then grimaced back at the young guard, demanding an unhesitant response from the outsider aid.
“To Ma’am Ewelina. The Archduchess.”
"....."
“..... to my wife...” — Listening to his answer, the man’s severity slowly loosened. Being governed by sadness at the recall of her tears and broken sound... Feeling once more overwheld by the concern her current state demanded from his soul. — “... my wife... Cursed be the earth and these won for hurting my woman.”
“.....”
Crouching to take out the dirty cloth muffling Dina so her death was not accomplished easily, Aslak took her face strongly so her eyes would et his enraged ones, growling his hate at a woman he had never t before.
“You tried killing yourself... did you want to die to avoid your end?”
“Phtoo! I don’t fear death! I prefer it before being in your savage hands!!”
“Of course, you do, huh...” — Standing back up after shoving the cloth back into her mouth right from the bloody ground, Aslak glanced at the spit Dina failed to let reach his face and had fallen useless on his garnts.
Staring at it quietly... Grueso by still... before finally deciding what to do with the naive Dina. — “Gilead... To this one... cut her tongue by pieces as she wanted. Although, don’t let her die. Break her every limb so she won’t be able to move for the rest of her hopeless life. Later, go to the outskirts and sell her to a brothel... the cheapest the better... if none wants to buy her... give her off to the slliest brothel you can find.”
“...”
“Will you do it?” — Testing the guard while giving such an order, Aslak ca closer to see the truth in Gilead’s eyes.
The Archduke watched how the young guard glanced at the crying woman, begging the one she once saw as a man, taking a brief pause that ca with a determined answer.
“I will.”
“?!!” — ‘Gilead! No!’
“... I will heed your order... for that one I wish to loyally serve.”
“... Good... Do so while she begs for death.” — Aslak, discerning the honesty in his unwavering eyes said terrifyingly cold. Gesturing with his head to the unsatisfied Yngve to follow him so sentence to the last of the woman remaining could be given.
To that one nad Kelly, the servant Ewelina once thought of as her friend and ally, in the house she belonged to yet was humiliated in.
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