Chapter 2 Becoming a slave

King Tarzan looked back at the slaves and caught one of them staring up at him. His eyes expanded and the slave gasped, looked away immediately.

"Take her." He thundered, pointing at the shivering girl.

Roman stepped forward and grabbed the girl, forcing her to her feet.

"Fourty strokes of the whip. Just to remind her to keep her eyes down always." King Tarzan ordered.

"No! My Lord! Please...have mercy on me! Oh please!" The girl cried as Roman dragged her to the torture room.

Other slaves had began to whimper, shaking visibly.

Hugo arrived with the sick slave, who could barely walk. He dumped her on the floor in front of the king and moved back.

King Tarzan glared down at the sick slave. He stopped, noticing something and stared harder.

Wait.

He stared again and when her eyes opened and met his gaze, he knew his eyes were not deceiving him.

It was her.

Leilani Guetta. Brought in as a slave? What was happening? Such a small world.

"Give her thirty strokes of the whip to remind her to always keep her eyes down." King Tarzan ordered with a look of pleasure and excitement in his eyes.

Hugo did as he was told immediately. He picked up the sick slave roughly and took her to the torture room.

This time, the other slaves bursted out, wailing.

"Return them to their hut. By tonight, I will give orders about their respective tasks." King Tarzan said, his eyes still staring after Hugo who just left with the sick slave.

Leilani... his biggest quest for revenge. He couldn't believe it still but it was her.

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"Ah!!" Leilani gasped sharply as the twenty fifth whip landed on her naked back. Ske held on to the large stone she was resting on, trying so hard to take in the pain.

Tears rolled down effortlessly from her eyes. When the thirtieth strokes were completed, they released her from the ropes and she fell helplessly and lifelessly on the ground.

Despite this state of hers, she could still think about the King she laid eyes on moments ago.

It was him. Tarzan. Tarzan...

A splash of water hit her hard in the face and she gasped out loudly, fighting for breath. Her eyes were turning but she could still see the two men towering over her.

"The king has ordered that she should be kept inside the dungeon away from the other slaves" Pavo said, staring down at Leilani.

"Why? I wonder why he would want her to be kept separately on her first night but I'm sure there's something behind it." Hugo replied as he also stared down at Leilani's drenched and miserable form.

"Do that immediately." Pavo said and left.

"Hey. We have to move it. One thing I like about you is that you are not heavy. Come on." Hugo said to Leilani as he picked her up and hung her over his shoulder.

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The dungeon was underground, dark and cold. There were many empty rooms making up the dungeon and Leilani was kept into one of them.

Hugo threw her in, on the floor. He locked the gates and glanced back at her as she laid sprawled on the cold wet floor.

Leilani's eyes were open but she seemed lifeless. Unmoving. She was almost naked with only a dirty lemon shirt covering her upper body.

Hugo quickly turned and left, putting the keys into his pocket.

Leilani's head banged furiously against her skull as she tried sitting up. Her fingers were frozen as if her blood has stopped flowing.

The pains on her back were nothing compared to the pains around her ankle and wrist where chains had bitten so hard.

She gasped for air as she wrapped her arms around her legs, letting her long dark hair cover her wounded face.

She couldn't sit for long as she collapsed back on the ground and groaned out loud in pain.

Just when she heard footsteps coming towards her cage, she passed away.