The king stalker episode 53
🔥THE
KING
STALKER 🔥
( HER DEEPEST OBSESSION )
BY NOEL INNOCENT
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE: THE DUNGEON OF DEATH ( QUEEN JING TORTURE)
Darkness enveloped me as I tumbled into the abyss. My senses were disoriented, and the air was thick with an eerie silence. Panic welled up within me as I realized the gravity of my situation. I had been cast into the unknown, trapped in a void of uncertainty.
Time seemed to lose its meaning as I floated in this obscure realm, but eventually, I landed with a jarring thud. My body ached, and I struggled to regain my bearings. As my eyes adjusted to the dim surroundings, I realized I was in a place that struck terror into the hearts of many—a dungeon.
The Dungeon of Death, as it was infamously known, was a place where Lady Margaret had carried out her most gruesome and malevolent deeds. It was rumored to be a prison designed to break both the body and the spirit of those unfortunate enough to be confined within its walls.
My heart raced as I took in the cold, damp cell that had become my prison. The walls were lined with chains, and the floor was littered with shackles. The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding, and I knew I was not alone. I could feel the malevolent presence of Lady Margaret looming nearby.
A flicker of torchlight illuminated a figure standing at the far end of the cell. It was Lady Margaret, her malevolent smile still etched upon her face. “Welcome to your final resting place, Queen Jing,” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom.
I clenched my fists, my anger simmering beneath the surface. I couldn’t let fear consume me, not now. “You may have brought me here, Margaret, but you won’t break me,” I declared, summoning every ounce of resolve within me.
Margaret’s laughter echoed through the dungeon. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But bravery alone won’t save you.”smile completely vanished ” you must think you will survive, don’t you?”
With a wave of her hand, she unleashed a torrent of dark magic, attempting to ensnare me in her malevolent spells.
But to her surprise and my astonishment, something extraordinary happened. An unseen force seemed to emanate from within me, pushing back against her magic.
The dungeon quaked as our powers clashed. I felt a surge of energy like never before, coursing through my veins. It was as if the very essence of antimagic had awakened within me, a power I had never known I possessed.
Margaret’s expression contorted in shock and frustration as her spells were rendered powerless. She retreated, stumbling backward in disbelief. “This is impossible!” she exclaimed ” you both have gotten intimate?” For some reason that angered her more.
I stood my ground, newfound confidence surging within me. “You underestimated me, Margaret. Your dark magic won’t work here.”I have absolutely no idea how am doing this.
With each step she took away from me, the power of antimagic grew stronger, radiating from me like a protective shield. Margaret’s malevolence was no match for the purity of this newfound energy.
I could see fear crept into her eyes as she realized that her plan had backfired. She had intended to kill me here in the Dungeon of Death, but I had unearthed a power that defied her dark intentions.
“I won’t let you win, Margaret,” I vowed, my voice filled with determination. “You must think everything you do or say is right, but you’re wrong…you definitely have been missing alot in your past life, grow up and see that you are wasting your time”
Margaret, now visibly shaken, retreated further until she vanished into the shadows of the dungeon. I was left alone, surrounded by the cold stone walls and the remnants of her failed malevolence.
As I stood there, the power of antimagic continued to course through me, its presence a beacon of hope in this darkest of places. I knew that I had the strength to confront Lady Margaret and uncover the truth of her past with Muchen.
The battle was far from over, but I was no longer defenseless. I had found a power within myself that would aid me in the quest for answers and justice. With renewed determination, I knew I would emerge from the Dungeon of Death stronger than ever before.
But Lady Margaret was not one to accept defeat easily. As the moments passed, her arrogance overcame her fear. With a sinister smile, she emerged from the darkness, her eyes filled with malice.
“Jing,” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom, “you may be thinking you can defeat me.”
Before I could respond, she extended her hand, and the chains and shackles embedded in the dungeon walls rattled ominously. With a malevolent wave, the chains snaked toward me, wrapping themselves around my wrists and ankles. I was rendered helpless, bound tightly to the cold, unforgiving stone.
I struggled against the chains, but they held me in an unrelenting grip. Panic surged within me, and I knew that Lady Margaret had regained control. My newfound power was no match for her dark magic in this confined space.
Lady Margaret approached me slowly, her malevolent smile never leaving her face. “You see, Queen Jing, I am the master of this place, and you are nothing more than a prisoner.”
Helplessness washed over me as she raised her hand, and the chains began to tighten their grip, causing sharp pains to shoot through my wrists and ankles. I gritted my teeth, determined not to show weakness in the face of my tormentor.
But Lady Margaret was not satisfied with physical pain alone. She reveled in psychological torture as well. “Tell me, Jing,” she purred, “how does it feel to be at my mercy, to know that I hold your life in my hands? To know that your mother hates you.”
I refused to give her the satisfaction of a response, but my silence only seemed to amuse her further. With a cruel laugh, she continued to tighten the chains, causing me to gasp in pain.
Just as I thought I couldn’t endure any more, the dungeon door creaked open, and a figure stepped into the dimly lit chamber. It was Alexander, Lady Margaret’s loyal servant, his features shrouded in darkness.
“Alexander,” Lady Margaret called out, her voice filled with anticipation, “bring me the hot iron.”
Without a word, Alexander emerged fully from the shadows, holding a red-hot iron in his hand. The sinister smile on his face matched Lady Margaret’s, and my heart sank as I realized what was to come.
Lady Margaret took the iron from Alexander, its searing heat radiating in the cold dungeon air. She approached me, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. With deliberate slowness, she pressed the scorching metal against my bare flesh.
Agonizing pain surged through me as the hot iron seared my skin, leaving behind blistering burns. I clenched my jaw, refusing to scream or beg for mercy. Lady Margaret reveled in my suffering, her laughter echoing through the dungeon.
“Feel the pain, Jing,” she taunted, “let it remind you of the price you’ll pay for changing our plans!! If only you did as you promised, we won’t be here crystal!!!”
I have no idea what she kept yelling about, we plan something? Together?
The chains that bound me cut into my wrists and ankles, each link an emblem of my captivity. My vision blurred, my eyes stinging with unshed tears, as I struggled to maintain consciousness. Margaret’s dark magic had taken its toll, leaving me weakened and vulnerable.
It seem as tho my magic already vanished before I could even escape.
Every movement, every breath, sent waves of searing pain coursing through my body. Margaret reveled in my suffering, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. Dropping the hot iron, She used her black magic to torment me, leaving me gasping for breath and writhing in agony.
Must have realized I could not control whatever magic that manifest few minutes back in me.
The chains that held me seemed to tighten further, crushing the life from my body. I tried to speak, to beg for mercy, but all that escaped my lips was a hoarse, pitiful whimper. Margaret’s laughter filled the dungeon once more, a haunting symphony of cruelty.
With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a ball of dark energy, its malevolence palpable. She brought it closer to me, and the searing pain intensified, causing me to convulse in torment. I coughed, blood spattering onto the cold stone floor.
“You see, Queen Jing,” Margaret taunted, her voice dripping with malice, “this is the price you pay for meddling in matters that do not concern you. Your precious Muchen will never save you now.”
I could feel my consciousness slipping away, the darkness closing in. But I couldn’t give in, not yet. I had to find the strength to resist, to fight back. That was easier said than done.
Read – His weakness episode 3 – 4
Muchen stood alone in the serene garden, the moonlight casting a pale glow over the lush greenery. The fragrant blossoms that once brought joy now seemed to mock me with their beauty. The night was still, but my heart was heavy with a burden I couldn’t shake.
Li-Mu, my most trusted advisor, approached me hesitantly. He knew better than to disturb me without cause, but tonight was different. His voice cut through the silence, bringing me back from the depths of my thoughts.
“Your Majesty,” Li-Mu began, his tone measured, “it’s the second day, and Queen Jing is still not in the palace. We’re growing concerned.”
I continued to gaze at the moon, my expression unreadable, nobody wants to go to Jing right now, more than me but she asked for my word, my promise. I can’t bring myself to interfere.
“Your Majesty,” Li-Mu pressed, “shouldn’t we send a search party? It’s unlike Queen Jing to be absent for so long.”
I finally turned my gaze to Li-Mu, my eyes betraying no emotion. “Li-Mu, you know what Queen Jing is capable of. She has a mission, and I won’t stand in her way.” I doubted my own words, Jing is weak and fragile, how on earth do she plan on coming back? It was a trap, anyone will know it was one.
She still decided to go in, even after I talk to her but instead, she had me promise not to find her
Li-Mu’s brow furrowed in concern. “But, Your Majesty, it’s dangerous out there, and Queen Jing—”
I interrupted him with a wave of my hand. “She made her decision, and I won’t interfere. Queen Jing knows what she wants, and I trust her judgment.”
Li-Mu hesitated, clearly torn between his loyalty to me and his concern for Queen Jing. “Your Majesty, please consider her safety. We don’t know what dangers she might face.”
I turned away, my eyes once again fixed on the moon. “Li-Mu, sometimes we must let those we love face the challenges they choose. Queen Jing is no ordinary woman. She is strong and determined. She will find her way back to us.” My heart clench once more from pain, it’s obvious Jing is in trouble.
Li-Mu nodded reluctantly, his worry for Queen Jing mirrored in his eyes. “Very well, Your Majesty. But if anything should happen—”
I cut him off with a stern look. “We will wait, Li-Mu. We will wait for Queen Jing to return, victorious.”
As Li-Mu retreated, leaving me alone in the garden once more, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was being too cold, too distant. But I knew that Queen Jing had embarked on this path willingly, and as much as it pained me, I had to respect her choices.
In the depths of the night, I stood in silent contemplation, hoping that Queen Jing’s strength would carry her through the darkness and back into my arms.
” Milord?” I frown at that voice
” Queen Mona?”
TBC
Is Muchen, making the right decision