Note: Again, Sexual abuse, and Necorphilia warning! Tread carefully, brave readers!
Drenched in blood, Gara was finally back in his chambers. His slaves were shaking at the sight of him while Ophelia taking a deep gulp seemed determined to persuade her husband out of this murderous spree he'd been on. But alas, having been shunned from being his wife, the king was not happy to see her face, especially in his bedroom where only his women were supposed to reside. And so without even a word, he rushed over to Ophelia and grabbed her ponytail.
"Ahh!" Pulling her up by her hair, Gara brought her face closer and glared into her eyes, smoldering.
"GET OUT!" He screamed, throwing her to the side and instead shifting his attention to the shivering slaves in the corner.
Watching it all unfold as a shadow on the wall, the faerie clone smiled at the pain in the women's eyes, and its joy only grew further as Gara snatched a human from the bunch and audibly cracked her arm in two.
