Life In The Palace

Sophia's POV

"Is this what your cluster-fucked hands are good for? The King's room must be spotless. SPOTLESS you whore, goddammit!”

My lips hold back a wince as a long spikey whip cracks across my lower back. The head maid, a woman with a face as hard as stone and eyes filled with malice, stands over me.

"Useless animal." She spits, and I wince again, palms instinctively flying to my bruised back. I could feel the torn flesh, and the wetness of blood, a sign of her ...