“All right, whore, that’s enough fun,” Boris rumbled, pulling Janessa up. She looked at him, confused. “Did you really think we would let you go? You are the former prince’s favorite concubine! If we turn you over to our leader, we will be set for life!”
“Not to worry, I am sure you will be treated well,” Francis said sarcastically. He grabbed Janessa’s other arm.
“My clothes!” Janessa pleaded.
“Oh, please. You whores are used to being unclothed,” scoffed Boris. With that, he and Francis dragged Janessa through the halls of the palace. Janessa’s mind was in turmoil. She had just had sex with these two men, only for them to pull the rug out from under her, and now she was being paraded through the palace without clothes, like some sort of prize! She was too disoriented from the events that had happened to consider using the amulet until they were already in the throne room.
By then, it was too late. There was no point in transforming the entire room one at a time. She would be killed immediately. The rebels brought Janessa before the king’s throne and threw her to the ground.
“We bring you the former prince’s favorite concubine, Janessa,” Francis said.
“Why is she not wearing her uniform?” asked the rebel leader. Janessa’s blood ran cold. She recognized that voice. But it couldn’t be!
“She removed it upon seeing us, like the whore she is,” Boris lied. Janessa’s hands clenched into fists. She yearned to snap and snarl at the rebel. But every person in the room had a weapon, and most of them were already aiming at her.
“I see,” the leader said. “Janessa, favored of the former prince, look at me.”
Janessa raised her head, dreading what she would see. To her horror, she was right. The rebel leader was…