Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 518: In perfect condition

As if the invisible fire consuming half her face wasn’t enough, her head had banged the ground too, sending the ringing in her ears to unprecedented heights of agonizing.

But that wasn’t enough for Zarah. The old hag grabbed Arabella by the hair and pulled her up by nothing other than the sheer follicles connecting those frail raven threads to her scalp.

The young woman did nothing but wince and whimper, the first distinguishable thing after the blur that hit her vision being Irene’s trembling figure.

"I asked you a simple question, whore!" Zarah practically spat in Arabella’s face, "Who gave you permission to speak?"

With a handprint flaring red on her cheek, Arabella stammered a few times before finally answering her question, "No one gave me permission to speak, mistress,"

"Exactly!" she shook the young woman’s already rattled head, "And yet you dared! What do you have to say for yourself, slut?"

"Please, forgive me, mistress! I won’t do it again!" she cried.

Arabella would never have cried and begged in that manner but alas... The life of so many people depended on her behavior and compliance.

To that, Zarah’s features somewhat softened as her grip around the young woman’s hair loosened, allowing Arabella to plop down on her ass upon full release.

"You don’t have to pretend as if you are a hero within these walls. You can stick to your sole role and all will be alright, although...," a glint shone bright in Zarah’s eyes, sending chills down Arabella’s unsteady spine, "Since you opened your mouth already, we might as well explore your terms. With a crop still in her hand, the old hag crossed her arms over her chest, "I had a punishment in mind for Irene, but if you claim you are the reason she failed at the simple task that was to obey the prince then perhaps I should take your word for it," her evil dripping eyes turned onto Arabella, sharp, "Would you be willing to take the punishment instead of her then?"

"Yes, mistress!" Arabella answered without considering her words.

Zarah’s face instantly contorted after that answer, but for whatever reason it was, Arabella was not given the time to ponder it as the old hag shattered the stick against the young woman’s shoulder into two halves, sending her crying and screaming to the ground once more.

All the while, Irene never moved from her position, only flinching when Zarah made sudden motions or walked closer to her.

"Isn’t she just the kindest of souls?" Zarah’s eyes were strictly on the blond, "Volunteering to take your pain without even knowing what kind it will be... Don’t you think you should be grateful? Don’t you think you should reward her?"

Irene hung her head lower and murmured, "Yes, mistress!"

"Tell you what! To show just how grateful you are to her selfless act, you will do her the honor of inflicting the punishment upon her flesh!" the old hag marched over to the crop bin and picked a brand new one since the first one lay in two pieces next to Arabella’s crumpled figure, but the look of horror on Irene did not please her one bit, "Where is the enthusiasm? I just told you; you get to do something great, and you don’t show an ounce of excitement!? What in this country made such ungrateful whores like you?" she growled.

"No, mistress! Please forgive me! I will be honored to exact the punishment!"

"Did you hear that, you worthless cocksleeve?"

Arabella was doubled over, sniveling and clutching her bleeding shoulder, "Yes, mistress," she cried.

"I’d like you to tell me more about your former mistress," Zarah’s heels clacked as her feet walked around Arabella, "I believe I know most intimacy trainers across Regalis, but I might be surprised. So, what was her name?"

"Mistress Alexandra was her name," her voice quivered through every syllable.

"Ah!" the old hag drew a breath, "I am familiar with her methods. I know she’s trained some of the king’s whores. The prince and his highness our king do have similar tastes in bed and therefore I will assume you already know the basics of what is expected from you," the new crop whistled when cutting the air as Zarah waved it around.

Familiar? To Arabella the two trainers were cut from the same cloth. It was as though they were born to the same parents even seeing the many genetic traits they shared.

Both were just as tall as each other and their masculine facial bone structure was nearly identical to one another.

"Submit, whore," Zarah hissed, stopping right at Arabella’s head.

The word "submit" was indeed part of the vocabulary mistress Alexandra had used with her.

Without a complaint, Arabella scrambled to get into the ordered position. Knees on the harsh ground, spread the furthest apart from each other, hands and forehead to the floor as well, facing Zarah’s feet.

"Almost perfect," Zarah was not completely satisfied.

Moving over to the young woman’s side, the hag put the sole of her shoe right down Arabella’s lower back, pressing her towards the ground.

"Arch that back further! Let me see that filthy cunt up! I want to believe that it is always ready and begging to be used like the cumdump it is,"

Hands still flat on the ground Arabella put her best effort into obeying, despite the pain exploding at her middle and spreading all over her body.

"Good! Now, isn’t that just better?" she chuckled before taking a more serious tone, "Now, I believe Alexandra did her best, but training a dumb whore like you must’ve taken such a harsh toll on her since she wasn’t allowed to leave any marks on your body. Do you know why she wasn’t allowed to mark you, slut?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The old hag stopped circling around Arabella only to can her on the ass, null doubt for taking too long to answer, "That wasn’t a rhetorical question," she hissed.

"She wasn’t allowed to leave marks on my body because I was supposed to be delivered clean and in perfect condition to the prince," she murmured.