۞ XI ۞

DONNA TILTED HER HEAD AS SHE COULD AND VOMITED ON the ground, making her stepmother and her father jump away from her. The sight of her literal flesh and blood on her hair was too much. It went too far.

"Ew, ew, ew," they all screamed. "Disgusting shit!"

But she had only vomited on the left side, so the right one was clean, and they could still torture her to their hearts content while staying there. So, as soon as her vomit ceased and she gulped bitterly, her father spoke, "Now the eyes, my love. Go for her eyes!"

No. Not my eyes. Not my fucking eyes! She cried.

But before she could gather enough strength to speak again, Gwendolyn was already blinding her left eyes, and she was screaming again. Fuck. The poison.

"Poison…" Donna cried non-stop. "My… daggers have… a strong… and deadly… p-p-poison… I'm… not… I'm not immune… to it." The dagger hit the ground loudly.

"What?" Her father screamed and his voice was full of fear. Fear of the Devil. Of his death. "Fucking slut. Why didn't you say it before? She can't die," he opened the doors of the dungeons. "A healer! Fast. Get me a fucking healer."

"If you close your eye, I'll fucking rape you, little slut. Don't you dare to close your good eye. Stay the fuck awake if you don't want me to take your virginity!"

The nausea hit her heavily again, this time Donna tilted her head to the right and threw up, making sure that it would splat on them. That they wouldn't get close.

A minute later the healer came running down the stairs and inside the dungeon, and with her only eyes she saw as he turned almost green and vomited on the side of the room at the gruesome view of her tied on the bed.

"Get a hold of yourself, you fucking bitch!" Garrett screamed at him. "She was poisoned by whatever poison she put on these damned daggers. Heal it. Now!"

After recomposing himself, the physical, still green-looking, took the dagger that was on the side of her clean left boot and looked at it. And when he smelled it, his eyes widened. "Gods above. This is a deadly concoction of Black Mamba's venom, belladonna, and the venom of the rare Silver Moon viper only seen twice in our Kingdom. The last being considered the deadliest of all snakes that has been found yet."

"Do you have the antidote or not?" He screamed. "How long does she fucking have? She can't fucking die on our hands, you piece of shit. The Devil will kill us all if that fucking happens!" Then he slapped the Marchioness on the face, startling everyone. "Look what you did. Couldn't you have picked my knife, you bitch?"

If he's slapping her like this… he, certainly, beat my mom up, since he hated her so much. Donna noted, without any reaction. How long will it take until they noticed that I'm immune to it? "Let… let me die… in my room…"

"You are not going to die!" He screamed at her. "If you die, we all die. Do you understand that?"

"Then we'll g-go down t-t-together!" She grinned at him psychotically and it was their turn to freeze scared of her. "You better p-p-pray that I die now. I-if I survive, it's not the D-Devil that'll kill you. I-it's me!"

Clarice-Ysabella's widened and in a peak of courage, she took one of the other daggers hidden in Donna's trousers and hit the back of her thigh twice, before her father pushed her on the wall, "Do you have any idea of what you are doing? Have you fucking lost your mind, Ysabella?"

"Doesn't she want to die? I'll kill her!" She yelled throwing the dagger away and getting up. "Let her die."

"What part of if-she-dies-now-we-will-all-die-later is hard for you to understand, Ysabella? For fuck's sake. Will you only understand the gravity of this if you see the Devil with your own eyes as I did?" He yelled back at her, and both his wife and the twins flinched.

"M-Marquis. It's better to take her to her room!" The healer spoke, still avoiding looking at her, given how gross everything had turned out to be.

He clicked his tongue, "Sir Goldsmith, come and get her to her chambers. Use your teleportation and take the healer with you!" Then he turned to his family, "And if any of you make this worse, I'll do to you what you did to her!"

"Yes, father." "Yes, my love." They said together.

Sir Goldsmith came closer, unfazed by what he saw, as he was used to torture by now. He released her wrists and ankles from the handcuffs and carried her in a way that her corset wouldn't fall and leaver her upper body naked. Poor kid. She was unlucky to be born with such a ruthless father as the Marquis. I never thought they would do anything to her when she only has three days of life. "I will be taking you to your room, Princess," he whispered low enough so only she could hear, and as he took the so-called healer by his hand, he teleported away from them.

He was probably one of the only guards under her father's that didn't hate her but rather felt sorry for her. And having a younger sister her age made his heart ache seeing her in such a condition. "I'm sorry for this, Princess." He said as he laid her in her bed.

"I'm not a Princess!" She whispered weakly.

"You are the daughter of a Royal Princess, so to me you are a Princess, Princess." He insisted and she let it off when she felt no ill intentions from him. Poor child. Why didn't they leave her eye and ears intact? Gods' above.

To think there was a good dog in the middle of that demonic horde. "What's your name?" She whispered to the healer who was avoiding looking at her.

"Gabriel," he gulped. "Gabriel Peterson, my Lady." Pitiful kid. Gods' have mercy. She's destroyed.

"You aren't loyal to my father, r-right?" She asked.

"Why?" The Knight questioned surprised that she's still awake after all of that. They really underestimated her strength. Fucking hell. Even I would have fainted by now.

"Because I need you to h-help me out!"

Help her out? They questioned at the same instant.

"How?" The healer asked, finally looking at her. And when she sat down holding her corset to her chest, they both widened their eyes in shock. "You should stay down, Lady Donna!"

She clenched her teeth, looking at them with the only eye she had now, "I lied. I'm immune to the poison on my weapons. I wouldn't be doubted to put them on the blades, and not immunize myself, when I carry countless of these blades with me all the time and I could accidentally cut me with it."

Gabriel covered his mouth in shock, "H-how?"

"I took doses of it and created an immunity to it. But that ain't important now. What hour is it now?" She gulped.

"9 and a half pm. Why?" Goldsmith frowned.

It's late. Fuck. "Take me to the village."

He blinked, "Princess, you can't even walk like that. And you can't get out dressed like that. Holding your corset so it doesn't fall. You should get treated."

Donna clenched her fists, "I will. But I need to go. Gabriel, you stay here with the doors locked, and pretend that you are healing me, I'm unconscious, and he is taking guard over us. That way they won't know we aren't here. If you do that, I assure you I can save you from my family!"

The healer nodded right away, "As long as you can take me out of their clutches, I'll do whatever you want me to, Lady Donna!" Anything to be away from the monster.

Oh, that was quick, she turned to the Knight. "Can I, please, count on you, Sir Goldsmith?"

"Are you sure you can save us from your father?"

A nod, "I can."

"How?" I need to know before I help her out.

"I'm going to kill him, Gwendolyn, and the twins. Then the entire Marquise will be saved from him, and my uncle will take over. You all know how good he is. And I'm positive I can take my family down without this bracelet. I've been waiting to kill them a day before the Devil takes me, so I'll be gone unpunished. And now I have even more reasons to kill them, knowing they killed my mom!"

Gabriel gulped loudly, "He tortured her, my Lady. The Marquis tortured the late Marchioness for more than two years. Then he would make me heal her as much as I could, and he would proceed to torture her again. Every day your mother suffered, until she made a deal with the Devil and learned about her pregnancy. From that day onwards he was never able to even touch her again. Or you for a matter of fact!"