Dirty Confessions VI

"Now, let's stop wasting each other's time shall we?" Daphne asked as she tilted Francessa's chin up so she could savor the fear bubbling in her eyes. Not many people could withstand their flesh being branded like a cattle's behind. Even if Daphne let Francessa escape after this encounter, Francessa would forever have to live with Daphne's mark on her skin. 

And from the way Francessa gulped and shuddered, she knew it too.

Daphne had reached the last of her patience, moving her hand to grab Francessa's cheeks. Her fingers started to heat up, just hot enough to be uncomfortable. Francessa winced― if Daphne continued, she would have her queen's fingerprints left on her face for everyone to see. For someone who prided herself on her looks, that was a fate worse than death.

"Answer my question, exactly how much money did you steal from the commoners living under your wardship?"

Francessa burst out, "I don't know!"