Dawna: 21
Pixie: 18

I'm gonna catch ya
I'm gonna get ya, get ya
I wanna taste the way that you bleed,
You're my kill of the night
Kill of the Night; Gin Wigmore

'Where is that pig who dares to call himself my husband?!'

The maids all looked up in fear as their Princes stormed through the halls. Dawna, who was now twenty-one-years old had recently found out that Rafferty had cheated on her with a girl that was far too young for her.

The pale woman had wasted no time. She would find her husband and he would pay for what he had done to her.

After they had lost their firstborn Dawna had been forced to have sex with the man multiple times. They were to have an heir before their coronation. Since her father had fallen ill months ago there had been an extra pressure resting on their shoulders.

If they would not produce an heir, the rebels would have yet another raison to want them dead. An unstable monarchy was a call for trouble.

But now that Dawna knew about her husbands unfaithfulness there would never be an heir; Rafferty would not walk around freely anymore.

Eventually, the pale Princes found her unfaithful husband. He had been in a meeting with important looking nobility when she had entered the room. Directly, every man in the room bowed for her; everyone expect for one.

'My dear, how can I help you?' he asked her, unaware of the fact that his mistress was already locked up in the dungeons.

'There has been an awful emergency that you must address to this instance,' the future Queen spoke with a fake worry in her voice. 'Please, it really is serious. Otherwise I would have never interrupted your meeting.'

A sign left her Pig of a husbands lips before he excused himself from the group. 'This better be dead serious then,' he hissed in her ear before he grabbed her hand and dragged his wife out of the room.

Well, it would most certainly involve death.

'If you are going to treat me like a dog again you should know that the emergency is in the basement.'

The man with the brown eyes raised his eyebrows at her words. 'The basement? You mean where the dungeons are?'

'Unless you have moved the dungeons to another place than that is exactly what I mean,' Dawna sneered before she freed herself from his strong grip. 'Come on, before we are too late.'

The pair hurried to the darkest place of the castle. Rafferty had no idea what he would find in there; this thought alone made the woman smirk satisfied. It was time for him to pay for all the unkind things that he had ever said to her; it was time for him to pay for the fact that he had been such a horrible and unfaithful husband. No one hurt the Queen without paying for it.

'What should I see in here?' Raff asked whilst looking around the dark room. The lights switched on and revealed the poor girl being tied to the ceiling. The rope around her wrists were so tight that her thin skin had opened up, whereupon blood was slipping through the openings.

Finally, her fake husband noticed his lovers presence. His brown eyes got bigger as he looked at the younger woman in shock.

'Raff,' the brunette called out for him once her dark eyes had noticed him. 'Raff, leave! Now!'

Her words were of no use. The white-haired girl closed the door behind her without even lifting a finger. The mischievous smirk that played her lips was unstoppable.

'Darling?' the man with the brown hair finally spoke. 'What's happening?'

'I can tell that you two have met,' Dawna finally spoke up. 'Gosh, I do wonder where and under which circumstances. Would you like to tell me how well you know this woman, my darling husband?'

Poison dripped off her voice with every word that left her plump lips. Her eyes had gone darker with the anger and hurt she felt. Even her own husband could not love her enough to stay faithful to her. Dawna would never admit that he had hurt her, obviously. However, that did not mean that she was not heartbroken because of his deeds. He had been so sweet when they had first met, but time had taught her the truth about her husband. Now it was time for him to pay for his many sins.

'What are you talking about?' her husband laughed before pulling in his brow. 'Why would I know this maid?'

'You mean this fourteen-years old maid?'

Rafferty looked like a rat trapped in a cage when her words flew through the air. Yet, he did not flinch; not even for a second.

'Are you truly going to lie, Raff?' the pale Princes asked while shaking her head in disappointment. 'I can tell why you like her though; she is unhealthily skinny, has a very nice tan and lips that stay closed whenever you say something rude or stupid. She truly is everything that I am not. Perhaps your need and desire to own a woman has finally found a match. I find it so unfortunate that I was not suited to be your little dog.'

The man looked between the two girls with fear resting in his soul. He probably knew what was going to happen to him and the thought that she was frightening him filled Dawnas soul with a satisfaction.

'Why would you lie to me, darling husband? Why not just tell me that this little girl over here is your mistress? We all know it by now.'

'Please, Raff,' the hurt woman begged him silently. 'She's going to kill us.'

'Hush now, sweetie; the adults are talking.'

Her words seemed to upset the older man, causing him to clench his fists. 'Do not talk to her like that.'

A familiar smirk appeared on her lips as her light eyebrows were raised. So, he did have some sort of backbone. His resistance and anger only made the game more interesting for the pale woman since she hated it when her playthings would not even try to put on a fight. It was like fishing in a see full of dead fish; the game only got interesting if the fish were alive.

'Well, well,' the pale Princes spoke. 'Look who has finally grown a pair. I did not know that you had it in you to defend a woman. How very brave of you.'

Suddenly, a feeling of sadness tried to climb into the pale womans bloodstream. Part of her knew that she had to do something to keep it out of her. There was no reason to mourn about her husband, not when he was still alive and not when he never really had been a husband to her. The man across from her was nothing more and nothing less than a stranger who thought highly about himself.

They had never loved each other, and it showed. The only time they were together was during formal events such as balls, village visits and important dinners. They never sat down together to talk the way a husband and wife should do. Their marriage had been nothing but a show for everyone to see. Rafferty benefited from their marriage since he had become future King without having to earn the title. However, Dawna on the other hand had only suffered from their connection. It was simply time to stop the suffering.

'I will inform you about the very unfortunate events that are going to happen tonight,' the pale Princes started while her hands revealed a table with sharp knives. 'One of you is going to die; the other one will have the honour to watch.'

The terrified look on their faces could satisfy the woman enough for a lifetime, yet she wanted this job finished. Rafferty could not walk freely after what he had done to her; the maid could not leave out of fear that she would tell the others what had happened in the dungeon.

'You can't kill me,' her fake husband stated. 'I'm the future King.'

A loud giggle escaped her plump lips. 'Oh, how adorable, darling. I am the one that made you King, so I will do my Queendom a pleasure by taking that crown from your ugly head.'

All of a sudden, the man tried to flee the room. His desperate hands tried to open the door as his begs filled the room. A deep sigh left her lips as she watched the man cutting open his hands on the stone walls.

'It is no use to scream. No one will hear you.'

'You're really sick; did you know that?' the man suddenly asked her. 'Which normal person would kill people? You're a monster and that's why no one loves you! The rebels should have killed you ages ago.'

His words filled her body with rage, causing the power in her to flow through her veins. Rafferty got pushed against the stone wall rather harshly as the future Queen watched him with an amused smirk on her lips. Suddenly, roped got tied around his wrists as he got pulled up.

'It truly is a dumb move to insult me right now. I am thinking about making a crown out of your bones, darling husband. That way you will be with me until death do us apart, right?'

'Raff, please do something,' the maid begged her lover; annoying the other woman.

Before anyone in the room could process what was happening Dawna took one of the knives and slid the maids throat causing blood to pulse through the large cut. The only man in the room looked with a horrified and sad look at his mistress who was no longer alive.

'Why did you have to choose someone that annoying?' Dawna asked as she wiped her bloody hands on the maids dress. 'She kept on talking how this was not her fault. Her desperation was truly annoying if you ask me. The poor thing must have screamed for hours when I captured her.'

'What are you going to do to me?' the scared man asked, causing a devilish smile to grow on her plump lips.

'I am so glad that you asked,' her voice said in a singing tone. 'I will do something to you that will make you remember me forever. Do you care for a little story?'

The man with the dark hair knew that he had no choice and simply nodded in agreement. The pain the rope caused him was readable of his face. This only satisfied the young woman more.

'Once upon a time there was a sweet little girl. She was sort of happy, until one day her father forced her to move an older man. The man was nice, at first. Later the girl found out that he had only been nice to her to get her to marry him; after the wedding the man turned into a vicious beast that never sought her company nor her love. The poor girl was forced to have sex with him and when their baby finally was born, she died. Of course, the horrible husband did not care and was even a little relieved for he wanted a boy. The girl felt even more alone and broken at that point and thought that he could not hurt her more, until the day she found out that he was cheating on her with an ever younger girl.'

With every word the young woman said the anger she felt grew. He had treated her horrible and was to pay for it. Dawna was a Queen and Queens were untouchable.

'So, I have thought long and hard about the best way to punish this man for what he has done. At first, I must admit, that it was rather hard. How do you make someone suffer the hardest and the longest? her voice explained as she rolled out all the knives on the table; ignoring the lifeless girl. And then it hit me; you are such a dick that the first logical move would be to cut it off! At first, I had wanted to feed it to your mistress here, but it appears that my wonderful plan is no longer useful.'

Her eyes strayed off to the dead girl whose head was now hanging low.

'So, I will just leave it with that.'

Soon, the young Princes had managed to cut off her husbands genital. His loud screams filled the dungeon and her heart as she watched him shrink together in pain. Her hands carelessly tossed aside the piece of flesh before Dawna forced her husband to look at her.

'I guess that this entire event made you a little thirsty; I would fail as a wife if I did not attend to my husbands every needs, right? So, I will fetch you something to drink.'

Her hands took the large glass of water on the table and forced her husband to open up his lips. Slowly, she poured the drink in his gullet. Rafferty tried to struggle but it was no use; the Princes was far too strong. Soon, the entire content of the glass had made its way into his body.

He tried to cough up as much water as he could as he watched his wife in fear. 'Are you trying to drown me?' he coughed with a scared voice.

'Drown you? Where is the fun in that?' the future Queen asked while a laugh left her lips. 'You think that I am an amateur, do you not? I will have to disappoint you then for I have been preparing this for a long, long time. You see, the only thing that is worse than not having a dick whilst you are one is if you have to actually pee.'

His brown eyes widened once her words had sliced through the thick air. His expression only caused her to laugh even louder. 'You should really see your ugly face right now,' the pale girl giggled. 'It is hilarious.'

A puddle of blood formed itself underneath the man. He was still trying to cope with the awful pain but failed in doing so. His pain was simply a copy of the pain Dawna felt every single day.

'Can't you just kill me? Can't you just finish me off and drop my body somewhere?' his voice groaned painfully. 'Or is it finally over?'

'You did not really think that this was the end of the show, now did you my darling husband?' her high voice asked as a loud giggle left her lips. Her hands forced him do drink a big glass of water once again. 'No, no, sweetheart this is only the beginning. Because tonight, I will show you the meaning of anger.'