[Trigger warning! Graphic content ahead.]
Aric sat on the edge of his decorative bed, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room.
A satisfied smile played on his lips as he disconnected the call on the radio he held in his hand. The room was adorned with lavish furnishings, reflecting Aric's taste for luxury and power.
He stood up, still shirtless, and dozens of scratch marks could be seen all over his body. Next to the bed was his queen for the last night, naked and full of bruises. Her eyes were open, and she was alive, but her soul was nowhere to be seen.
"Tsk, I went overboard again," Aric smiled wickedly as he remembered the fun he had last night.
He could still hear the woman's scream as he did whatever he could to get rid of his anger over the situation. Unfortunately, his disgusting ways were too much to handle for any human, and the woman was no exception.
