"What do you mean a scapegoat?" Rama enquired, taming her tone to sound less angered as possible but the burning rage in her jade eyes were visible.
"She'll be punished for every defiant act you portray, heed my words feisty princess, my punishments are very guttural, you wouldn't want your poor maid to be punished for your sins, would you?" He said with an intense daunting voice as a sly smirk cut through his lips before his hand flew to the back of her gold hair, yanking it hard enough for her head to fall back and a shrill cry of pain escaped from Malika's lips.
"Let go of her! I haven't done anything wrong!" Yet. Rama almost yelled but it managed to come out delicately.
After a few sadistic moments of enjoying the maid's pain he inflicted on her, he finally let go, scrutinizing every reaction of Rama.
