Chapter 25
ISAIC’S POV
“You’re not getting anything from me, either unlock the cuffs or loose a hand! You got five seconds to make your choice.” I warn, knowing very well I can’t cut off her hand, mother would never think of me the same again.
The door suddenly swings open and in walks my Father. He looks at us with an amused expression. I already know what’s coming.
I love him because he has always been a good father, but I hate his texts. None is ever easy.
He thinks I’m too kind to make hard decisions, so his every text involves punishing someone. No one gets punished for doing nothing, but I am still never comfortable being the one giving those orders or executing them.
“Your Majesty! I and Isaac were just playing a litle game, but he is being a jerk now!” Heren attempts to fool him.
“Is that why you’re dressed like a striper?! I am glad Sarah is back so my son won’t have to marry a lunatic like you!” He snaps.
“Sir! I’m just-” He cuts her short.
“Shut up! I know what’s happening. I heard everything” His gaze now shifts to me, he smirks when I tag at the handcuffs, trying to free
my hand
“I’m sure your countdown is over now, Isaic, and that knife looks good enough to cut off her hand?” He points at a knife on my bedside table. “So what are you waiting for?”
Both my eyes and Helen’s go wide? Fuck no! I ain’t cutting her hand, that’s beyond cruel!
“Surely you don’t want to stay stuck with this prostitute! She should never have walked into your room if she was afraid of getting hurt. Now knife!” He mutics
There must be another way. “Heren, unlock the cuffs!” I say, thinking she is now scared that her hand will really get cut. But 1 am wrong-
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“No Sweetheart, you will have to cut my hand!” She glares at my Father.”I am not that casy to intimate! I’m an angel, my limps can heal even if cut
off. And even then, I will still want Isaic”
Father looks even more amused, he ignores her words and looks back at me. “You heard her. I think k she is more than asking for it. Now get the knife, Isaic
Urgh! I can’t do that, Heren is just mad! Mother and Doreen will kill me if I do such a thing! Even I will never forget doing such cruelty.
“Heren, please think about what you’re doing! Don’t make me do this!” I say, she smirks at me.
“Stop begging her! Do what needs to be done!” Father snaps.
“I spent a whole day cooking for you, hoping you would notice me if I please you. Whether you cut my hand or not. I will still love you!” Heren says In an amorous voice. Fuck I hate her!
“Cut it off, let’s see if she really means it! Because I think she is just playing with your mind.” Father says.
I reach for the knine, just to scare Heren and not do any of what my Father is pushing me to do.
“Here, do it!” Heren thrusts her hand forward, holding it out for me to cut.
1 gape at her.
“Seriously? You ain’t going to do it, are you?” Father says laughing. “Then give her the belt
“What!”
“If you can’t cut her hand, that means you agree to her condition. Give her what she wants.” He says.
Heren is smiling at that. What would she even want my belt for?
1 drop the knife. With my free hand, I reach for her cuffed hand, pick a finger and bend it backwards. She gasps
“Unlock the cuffs or I break your finger!” I snarl. I may be too kind to cut her hand, but I won’t hesitate to break a finger.
can withstand pain, breaking my finger won’t get you free.” She says, a psychopathic smile on her lips.
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You’re supposed to cut the hand, not break her craws! Give her the fucking belt if you don’t have the nerve to free yourself the easy way Father remarks
I grunt in Frustration. If this are the kind of texts a King faces, I would rather buy a farm and become a farmer. Where is fun in cutting off a girl’s hard Or in handing over your belt Whether I like it or not, I will have to pick one option.
Father is right, I don’t have the nerve to cut her hand, so I grudgingly unfasten my belt. With one hand, the task hard.
“Let me help you!” Heren offers.
“Don’t you dare touch mel” I roar, slapping her hand away,
Finally the belt comes off, I hand it to a smiling Heren. She wraps it around her neck before reaching to the back of her styled hair and pulling out the key.
I wish I knew where that thing was, I would have ripped off that white fur to get it.
She takes time playing with my hand while she pretends to be struggling with unlocking the handcuffs.
“Waste one more second and I will be the one cutting off you skinny hand!” Father threatens.
She finally gets the things unlocked and my hand drops, free-
“You put up quite a brave fight, congratulations! But I would hate to have mad vixens like you in my house! Get your stuff packed because you’re going back to your pack tomorrow!” Father growls
Heren storms out, but turns around to throw me a kiss before slamming my bedroom door.
“She is a walking madness Father comments. “But I wish you have her determination, it’s impressive!”
“Determination? She is a lunatic and you made me surrender my belt to her!” I snap.
“You had in option, it’s not my fault you were too soft to take it” He defends. “Breaking her fingers would have only made her scream and she would never have given you the key, she seems tough.”
“That was my favourite belt.” I say walking to my bed. Father only laughs.
“Aren’t you going to eat the food, looks like she made your favourite.” He points at the plates of food on the bedside table. I guess the knife was meant to cut the fried chicken.
“I ain’t hungry anymore.” I say
“I will tell Doreen to find you something else if you ain’t eating your favourite. Congratulations on finding Sarah, she is more beautiful than Irene and Heren combined. He says
“She is more beautiful than the whole pack combined!” I correct.
HEREN’S POV
It took all my audacity to get what I wanted. Facing off with Isaic was fun. I hadn’t imagined the King walking into the room while I have his son cuffed to me, but he did force Isaic to make the hard decision.
I knew Isaic was bluffing when he picked up the knife, he is too kind to indulge in a cruel act.
I have the belt, now what remains is to show it to everyone, so Sarah gets to know who Isaic cares about. I don’t think he has so far given her a single
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gift.
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