Page 111 of The Wolf and Her Shadows

“Please.” Garin’s frantic eyes dart to the elf behind me. “I’m sorry, Mariane, I–”

“Keep her name out of your mouth,” Vannaria snaps, taking a step closer to us. “You may address her as Your Majesty, and nothing else. And you will do as she says.”

“I shall do no such thing,” the pathetic excuse for a man sneers through gritted teeth. “She forfeit her chance to be a queen when she decided to run away like a fucking coward. And yes, I do remember what I said.” His tear-filled eyes shift back to me. “Beg all you like, it only makes my cock grow harder. All you’ll ever be is a cunt for me to fuck, so you may as well accept it, whore.”

As soon as the last word leaves his mouth, a second dagger sails past me, burying itself deep into his upper thigh. When I glance over my shoulder, Vannaria simply shrugs. “I warned him, didn’t I?”

Hearing how high-pitched Garin's scream is, I scowl at her and mutter, “You better not have accidentally sliced his cock off. That’s the part I’ve been looking forward to the most.”

With a self-satisfied grin on her face, she places a hand over her heart and bows her head slightly. “I would never deprive you of such joy, Your Majesty.”

“Mhmm.” Turning back to the blubbering man kneeling before me, I say, “Tell me, Garin. How hard is your cock now?”

Through his pathetic sobs, he somehow manages to choke out, “Plenty hard enough to fuck you with, if that’s why you’re asking.”

“Is that so?” I curl my finger in the air, summoning two more vines. “Mind if I take a look?”

Without waiting for a response, the two vines not busy restraining him rip open the front of his trousers. I’m not sure whether to grimace in disgust or sigh in relief when I see his cock still intact. However, when I realize he wasn’t lying and that it is indeed partially erect, the disgust wins out.

I’m about to step forward, but then I’m hit by a tidal wave of memories of all the times I’ve been in a similar position to the one he’s in now. Staring up at him while he forced my jaws open and…

Bile rises in my throat, and I barely make it to the nearby wastebasket before vomiting. Vannaria’s at my side in an instant, gathering up my hair and rubbing soothing circles on my back.

Once I’m done losing the contents of my stomach, she whispers, “Are you sure you want to do this, Mariane? If it’s too much for you, I can–”

“No.” I shake my head, gently pulling away from her. “I’m alright. I simply couldn’t handle the sight of his pathetic excuse for a cock is all.”

“Completely understandable.” She chuckles, wiping a bit of what I hope is drool off my bottom lip. “Carry on, Your Majesty.”

Unable to resist, I lean in and give her a quick kiss. I’m grateful when she doesn’t grimace in disgust at the state of my breath. Or the lingering taste of bile likely still on my lips.

Garin lets out a weak laugh. “Ha. You didn’t seem to think my cock was pathetic when you were busy choking on it. In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s the day you begged me to fuck you, wasn’t it?”

And just like that, he’s given me all the motivation I needed.

With a feral snarl, I lunge for him, dagger raised. A single tear trails down my cheek as I sink the blade up to the hilt at the base of his manhood. Gritting my teeth to hold back a sob, I jerk my arm back, slicing the appendage in half.

Still not satisfied, I stand back up straight and slam the heel of my boot into what’s left of his balls. He attempts to say something, or perhaps he’s fighting back a scream. Whatever it is, I’m unable to hear it over the blood rushing in my ears. I kick him again. And again.

Ignoring the blood splattering all over me, I continue slamming my boot into what’s left of his mutilated cock as I snarl, “Who’s begging now, ya worthless bastard.”

When Garin’s head falls limply against his chest, I lower my foot back to the floor and grab a fistful of his hair, forcing his unfocused gaze back to mine. “Just how weak are you, Your Highness. As if having my father strip me of my magic wasn’t enough, you were so afraid of being overpowered by me that you commanded your personal guards to tie me up for you.” I use the hilt of the dagger to force his jaws apart. “And not only that, you ordered them to stay in the room the entire time you raped me. To watch.”

Without breaking eye contact with Garin, I summon two more vines, without thorns, behind him. One I wrap around his neck, and the other around his tongue and lower jaw, holding his mouth open. He attempts to say something, but for obvious reasons I have no idea what it might’ve been. He does, however, manage to drool all over himself in a very satisfying way.

Keeping a tight grip on his hair, I shove the pommel of the dagger further into his mouth, pressing it firmly against the back of his tongue, causing him to gag. “Tell me, Garin. How does it feel to be at my mercy for once?” Pulling the borrowed weapon from his mouth, I place it gently on the ground next to me. “To know that no matter how much you beg, nothing you say will stop me?”

With a trembling hand, I draw one of the new swords my mother gave me. “To be afraid?”

He lets out a strangled sob, and his vacant eyes grow comically wide as I gently press the tip of my sword against the back of his throat. One corner of my mouth lifts in a hint of a smirk when he starts gagging again, nearly impaling himself as his body convulses.

“To be powerless?”

With a guttural roar, I shove the entire blade down his throat until only the intricately carved wolf-head pommel is sticking out of his mouth.

Not letting go of his dirty blonde hair, I watch as blood begins to pour out of his mouth. As it coats his patchy goatee. As the life drains from his hazel eyes. I don’t even blink until his jaw goes slack, ensuring his lips will no longer be able to twist into a smirk.

No longer able to whisper vile things in my ear while he…