As soon as his order was allotted, the five guards who brought her in, rushed to where she sat on the rocky ground; they immediately picked her up by her hands.
Hermione was a stubborn ilk, she didn't voice out a complaint or even make an attempt to part her lips.
Which infuriated the Demon King.
"Wait." He ordered for them to pause.
Once they had stopped in their tracks, His brows creased in plain hassle.
"You aren't begging." He stated, annoyed.
Hermione felt a weakness pulsate through every part of her body, she could not even move and could only let them lift her like she was some kind of rag doll. It was obvious that they were using their powers to deteriorate her strength, and she didn't have the will power to counter their attack. So she left everything to her cursed fate.
The stoic front she kept, enraged him. Not even a plea to save her life left her lips. "Why aren't you begging?" He asked, perplexed by her reaction.
