(Mintaka)

(Contents of this Chapter can be disturbing, read with caution but it’s well deserving.)

We all know about this ugly dwarf, the one who helped curse Amaia. Now that she is gone, her puppet is left behind for our entertainment. We are going to have fun with him.

As usual, Rigel is the first one to react when it comes to Amaia. His shadows elongate, forming hundreds of long needles, ready to end his miserable life.

"Nah! Brother, not so fast. We are going to take our time with this one," Alnilam amusedly says. "Because there are numerous crimes to his name." Extending his hand, Alnilam grabs his neck, straightening him.

The bastard clasps his tiny, doughy hands together.

"Forgive me, please, I made a mistake."

"Mistake? You were an active collaborator with that wicked woman. Mixing all kinds of potions with her. Having impunity because of your connections with her and Istrale," father scoffs. I guess he always knew but the curse prevented him from taking action against him.

"I.....I had no choice," he stammers.

"You did. You were never under her curse. You are pure evil, just like her," Amaia speaks from beside me and her disgust rolls through the bond. All of us sense it.

"Remember how I blamed Amaia for using illicit means to get inside the academy," Alnilam regretfully says and all of us nod.

"Well, he is the one who made her drink a potion and put her under an illusion. Hypnotising her into kissing him. When I found her, he was kissing her and she was under." Alnilam’s words make all of us jump out of our seats. Threatening growls leave us. My powers shoot out, so does Alnitak’s. Rigel’s shadows are only inches away from piercing his skin. He raises his short arms, trying to shield himself in horror.

"No brothers. Not so fast."

Saiph moves like a shadow, poised and confident. Like a true warrior, he dwarfs him further.

Huradis squirms under Saiph’s hardened gaze and stature, trying to make himself tinier.

"What else, Alnilam?" With a profound calmness, Saiph asks.

"He takes up wives every week. More like he hypnotises women and uses them as sex slaves. He has raped 90 per cent of the women we retrieved," Alnilam explains further, making disgust crawl over my skin. I want to gut this man alive.

"He wanted to make me his wife too until Alnilam came and rescued me," Amaia grimaces, making Queen Adrnia place her reassuring arm around her.

"You dared?" Rigel asks, his voice thick in revulsion.

"Seems like he makes his decisions with his cock instead of his brain. Let’s see how big it is," Saiph stoically says but I know that voice. There is hardly anything calm about it.

"Adrnia I have something to discuss with you. Let the boys have fun with this one," father wisely says to our step-mother. She understandably nods. Giving a tender kiss on Amaia’s head, they both head towards the door.

"Clean up thoroughly, boys," father playfully says before leaving.

"We will," I assure him, my eyes glaring at the clown on the floor who is about to piss himself.

Rigel’s shadows tear open his clothes, leaving him completely naked on the floor.

"So much for that tiny cock," Saiph grunts, gesturing to Amaia to step forward.

Huradis is openly crying and begging now and none of us has a single share of mercy for people like him.

Alnitak plants a chair in front of him and seats Amaia on it like a queen. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Your orders," Saiph turns and graciously asks. She has her darkened eyes fixed on him. Revulsion and revenge have masked her face.

"Min, freeze his cock and shatter it in a million pieces so he can never hurt a woman again," she gives her first verdict.

He squirms on the floor hearing her words, eyes enlarged in shock and horror of what is about to happen to him.

"No....no, I won’t hurt anyone again. I promise." He frantically waves his hands. Rigel’s shadows grab his arms and legs and eaglespread him. Like pegs he pierces his palms and feet, embedding him into the floor. Blood shoots out of his skin making him cry out.

I nod and step beside her. My powers dance on my palms, the icy wind which can freeze anything in seconds, shoots out.

I hurl them at him, freezing the tiny organ he possesses, the one he has used to hurt countless innocent women.

The skin freezes and turns into ice. His screams echo in the dining hall but he can’t move an inch. He can only go through the excruciating torture we are inflicting on him.

"Shatter it," Amaia commands next. I flick my fingers and frozen shards of his sorry member rain all over him. His drum-like belly, his swollen face and spread legs.

"Pathetic excuse of a man. We are supposed to be protectors not rapists," Rigel spits on him in disgust. If we hadn’t held Rigel back he would have ended his life by now.

With grace, Amaia stands up and takes a step forward. Her nose wrinkled, staring down at the man who had now soiled himself.

She flicks her fingers and electric current cackles on top of them but it’s not bluish white like it used to be. Instead, it’s bluish black now.

"Zapppp!" The sound is haunting. She hurls it towards his chest, carving his flesh there.

"Rapist!" That’s what appears amidst his howls and Amaia’s precision.

"Perfect title for a pig like you," she says with a dark smile. She has always been overly protective when it comes to people she loves but this newfound darkness has given her a whole new perspective. Her powers are tinged with it which came from bringing Saiph back.

I do wonder what else she is capable of now and how far the darkness extends.

"Saiph! Give him a taste of his own medicine." We understand what Amaia means and approve.

"With pleasure!" Saiph bends down and places his fingers on his temples, inducing nightmares.

His whole body spasms. Foam leaks out of his mouth.

"Ah, I can actually control my nightmares now," Saiph gleefully says, proudly showing us his hands.

"Upgrade, I like that," Alnitak answers with a pat on his shoulder.

"He is going to feel every torture and pain he inflicted upon those women and will continue till he dies whenever he does. Because he is going to be trapped in his brain." Saiph simply shrugs his shoulders.

"As he should be. How dare he try to touch our mate," Rigel rages, his shadows withdrawing and assuringly wrapping themselves around Amaia, pulling her into his safe embrace.

The man on the floor is a mess of blood and nonstop yells. His eyes have completely whited out, the man is forever trapped in an endless nightmare of torture and rape.

Alnilam claps his hands. Sentinels appear.

"Throw him in the dungeon and clean up this mess," he calmly orders.

This is how we are going to get rid of filth and will continue to, especially those who have wronged us.

One down, many more to go.