[Please read it with your own cautions for this chapter bears scenes of rape and torture that may shake the heart of some readers]
Prime Minister stared at the silver needle in his hand, the moonlight glinting off its deadly, tapered tip. But the memory of Heena's arrogant, defiant eyes on the jade terrace flashed in his mind, and the quiet, precise cruelty of the needle suddenly felt entirely insufficient.
He needed something heavier. He needed to hear something break.
He casually tossed the silver needle onto the velvet cushion.
Without a single word of warning, he pulled his arm back and drove a brutal, closed fist directly into her stomach.
The third wife's eyes flew wide open. The air was violently forced from her lungs in a sharp, agonizing gasp. Her knees instantly buckled under the sudden, massive force, and she collapsed heavily onto the polished wooden planks of the pavilion. The heavy jade bangles on her wrists slammed against the floor with a hollow *clack*.
