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Chapter 163
Chapter 163
Harper tormented Janet brutally that night.
She called in two soldiers and had them hold Janet tight as she lashed Janet with a whip.
Soon there was no good skin left on Janet’s body for Harper to land her whip on. The blood streamed
down and painted the white carpet red.
The pain was unbearable.
Yet Janet bit on the cloth that clogged her mouth and stayed perfectly quiet the whole time.
She would not give Harper the pleasure of hearing her groan out in pain.
Eventually, it was Wendy who got scared and whispered into Harper’s ears, “My Queen, we might need
to call it a night…Master Daran said that he didn’t want any permanent wounds…”
Harper snorted, “It is just a couple of lashes, nothing permanent. Why? Do you find this bitch pitiful and
want me to stop?”
Her vicious tone sent a shiver down Wendy’s spine, and she stuttered, “No…of course not. She
deserves every bit of this, my queen.
“Of course, she deserves this. Let me tell you this: what I am putting her through right now doesn’t
come close to what she did to me.”
Harper moved her wrist and tossed the whip on the ground, “But my hands are getting sore. The King
is coming to have dinner with me tomorrow. I don’t want to look worn out. We will call it a night here.”
Wendy let out a small sigh of relief.
“Do you want us to take her somewhere else?” the guards asked, “The smell of blood is quite
unpleasant ”
“No, I want her in my room. The blood smell reminds me of my victory. It will help me to get a good
night’s sleep,” Harper smiled.
The guards bowed and exited the room.
Janet lay on the cold floor with her eyes closed and her whole body drained in blood and cold sweat.
Every inch of skin was in prickling pain.
If Harper thought she could defeat her through some physical pains, then she was wrong.
Anything that didn’t kill her made her stronger instead.
Her mind was sharper than ever.
She would never forget that it was Harper who held the whip and lashed her today.
And even more importantly, it was Daran who caused her into this situation.
Janet fell asleep on the carpet by Harper’s bedside–or maybe she passed out due to heavy blood loss.
She woke up the next morning feeling somebody fumble with something on her neck
She opened her eyes and found Wendy crouched down in front of her.
Noticing that Janet had woken up, Wendy jumped back in panic as though she was afraid that Janet
might bite her.
“Good morning, sleepy bird.”
Harper was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea in her hands, smiling briskly at Janet, “Did you have a
good sleep last night?”
Janet eyed her coldly in silence.
Harper giggled, “I for one slept soundly last night, knowing that you were curled up beside my bedside
like an injured fucking dog…Oh, did you find my present for you?”
Janet touched her neck and felt something cold like steel against her skin.
“…A collar?” she asked in a hoarse voice.
The smile on Harper’s lips grew wider as she replied, “Not just any collar, my dear. A very high–techy
collar with a microbomb implanted in it. Wendy, why don’t you loosen her up and let her take a look at
that in the mirror?”
Wendy carefully approached Janet and untied those ropes that bound her hands and feet.
Janet held onto the bedpost and slowly pulled herself up. That small movement caused a sharp pain to
shoot through her body and she immediately wanted to crush
back to the floor.
Yet Janet strengthened her back anyway, knowing that Harper was watching her.
She would not look weak.
She moved to the mirror on the dresser and looked at her own reflection. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.
On her blood–stained neck, there was a silver–made choker with a locket attached to
1. it.
She tried to open the locket, but it stayed shut.
“Don’t try opening it up,” Harper grimaced behind her back. “Unless you want to Trigger the
microbomb.”
Janet turned to look at her, “Why?”
“Well, I figure that it will be less fun if I just lock you to my bedside and lash
you like
a dog. That is not very creative. With this sweet thing on your neck, you can move around, and I can
trust you to behave. Everybody wins.”
Harper leaned back on the couch and raised an eyebrow, “Oh, and don’t try
removing it forcefully. It won’t work.”
“…How do I know that you are not bluffing?” Janet hissed.
The choker looked perfectly normal to her.
“Oh, do you want to have a try?”
Harper pulled out a remote from her pocket and flashed it at Janet, “I know that you have a strong
wolf…But no wolf can heal you when you are a pond of blood and scraps of meat.”
Janet stood stiffly on her spot.
After a long pause, she said, “…Fine. What do you want?”
“Great!”
Harper clapped her hands together and beamed, “Come over here. There is something that I want to
do with you.”
Janet slowly walked up to her.
Harper had Wendy bring something from the closet and set it on the table.
A nail polish kit.
“I thought we could have our nails done,” Harper smiled sweetly. “We never got to do this kind of sister
stuff back at Riverside Pack, didn’t we? Now it is time to make up for it.”
A manicure?
That was it?
Something told Janet that this was not as easy as it seemed.
“Hurry. I will let you do mine first.” Harper urged, “I want egg–shell white with some silver glitters.”
She gave her hands to Janet.
After a little hesitation, Janet took her hands and started working with her nails.
She first clipped Harper’s nails and filed them to an oval shape. Then she started applying the base
coat before the nail polish.
She wanted to shove that nail clipper into Harper’s eyeballs or maybe clip Harper’s fingers off.
But the guards were standing right behind the couch, and she was too severely injured to fight them.
Plus, the choker on her neck was literally a ticking bomb.
30 minutes later, Janet was done with Harper’s nails.
Harper lifted her hands up and admired Janet’s work under the sunlight.
“A little rough, but fine considering that this is your first time
be trained for certain skills manicure was on our list
Janet ignored her mumblings and went to collect those nail polish tools,
Harper’s tone suddenly became sullen and grim:
Janet raised her head up and interrupted Harper, “Do you need me for anything elser
Harper froze.
Then gradually, a creepy smile appeared on her lips.
“Yes, I haven’t done your nails yet,” she said sweetly. “Now give me your hand, Janet.”
There was no escape from this.
Janet pressed her lips into a thin line and slowly reached her hand to Harper.
Harper took Janet’s hand and held it tightly.
She didn’t reach for any clippers, files, or brushes, but instead pulled out a bamboo splinter.
Janet held her breath.
Her hand flinched involuntarily in Harper’s grip.
“Anything wrong?” Harper asked, flashing those innocent eyes.
Janet’s heart was racing in her chest.
She swallowed and answered in a dry voice, “…No.”
She clenched Janet’s hand and shoved the bamboo splinter right under Janet’s thumbnail!