Ruthless Prince with a Fragile Heart

Prince Arshakein raised his whip, his neutrals staring coldly at Arachlea. The whip landed swiftly, lacerating Arachlea's back. Arachlea bit her lip to stifle a scream. Fresh blood immediately splashed out of the wound.

"Hm, really stubborn. Now it's your turn, Bro." Prince Arshakein hissed, nodding towards Prince Shankarein.

The Crown Prince laughed in satisfaction and followed Prince Arshakein's lead. His whip also landed on Arachlea's bruised body. As Arachlea felt her wounds swell, her defenses finally crumbled, and she cried out in agony from the pain and burning sensation on her skin.

"Maybe that's enough, little brother," Prince Shankarein murmured, stopping his brother. Prince Arshakein simply muttered and stepped back.

In the cold dark cell, the dim light from the wall torches illuminated Arachlea's tired and pained face.

Prince Arshakein, stood in front of her, his sharp eyes tracing every wound on Arachlea's body. Nex
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