I won't fall for the queen who burned my world-Chapter 91: It was time for revenge.

It was time for revenge.

Malvoria pushed herself to her feet, walking to the door of her office.

She paused for a moment, taking a breath to center herself.

Then she turned the handle and strode out, heading down the hallways to the dungeons.

The woman who had dared injure Elysia was waiting for her.

Malvoria hadn't touched her since capturing her .

Hadn't been able to focus on anything but Elysia and her own burning rage.

But now?

Now she was ready to finish what she had started.

Ready to make the rebel woman suffer as she deserved.

Malvoria was practically salivating at the thought of it.

She practically hurried down the stairs to the dungeons, eager to make good on her promise.

When the guards let her through, she strode down the rows of cells, searching for her prey.

Her eyes scanned the dark, damp corridors.

The woman was here.

She could smell her.

Could practically taste her pain in the air.

Malvoria stalked forward, searching for the familiar scent of blood and sweat.

Her eyes narrowed, her heart beating with anticipation as she drew closer.

Then—

Her quarry came into view.

The rebel woman huddled on the floor of her cell, face still beaten beyond recognition from when Malvoria had caught her.

The queen smirked to herself, satisfied that her handiwork had held up so well.

She'd broken the woman's nose, shattered her ribs, and made sure she knew the price of kidnapping Elysia.

Now it was time to break her spirit.

To make her suffer.

Malvoria hummed softly to herself as she approached.

Her boots clicked loudly on the stone floor, drawing the woman's attention.

She cringed at the sight of Malvoria, trying to scuttle further into the corner of her cell.

Malvoria snarled in response.

She hadn't even touched her yet, and the woman was already trembling in fear.

She steeled herself, reaching for the cell door.

She could feel her magic stirring already, rising from deep within.

It was hungry and it wanted to play.

To rip and to claw at this traitorous woman.

She opened the cell door, stepping inside in one smooth motion. The woman cringed further, trembling.

"Now then," Malvoria purred. "Time for us to finish this."

The rebel woman looked up at her, eyes wide and wild with fear.

Malvoria smirked.

"Do you remember what I said?" She cocked her head. "Do you remember *when* I said it?"

The woman whimpered, pressing herself against the wall. "In the forest—"

Malvoria nodded. "When I promised you would suffer for what you did."

The woman nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Ah," Malvoria cooed. "I see. So you do remember then."

She closed her eyes, taking a moment to let the magic wash over her.

To feel its power. Its hunger.

Then she opened her eyes again, staring down at the woman on the floor.

"Good." Malvoria smiled, a cruel thing. "I want you to remember what I do to you now."

The rebel whimpered again, shaking with terror.

"You should not have kidnapped my betrothed." Malvoria stepped forward. "Now you will pay the price."

A dark, evil glow began to seep from her fingertips, curling into the air, swirling and writhing like a living thing.

"Pay the price," she hissed, leaning forward. "For daring to cross me."

The rebel woman tried to crawl away, but Malvoria was too fast.

She grabbed her, yanking the woman to her feet.

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"Do not move," she snarled, pinning her against the wall.

The woman struggled, trying to break free of Malvoria's grip.

But she was no match for the queen's strength.

Malvoria pinned her to the wall, making sure the rebel was where she wanted.

Then—

She reached up, wrapping her hand around the woman's throat.

Her magic burst forth, burning the rebel's skin, scorching her flesh.

The woman screamed, clawing at Malvoria's hand, begging her to stop.

But she would not.

She was relentless, determined to make sure she suffered as much as Elysia had.

She tightened her grip, magic crackling and spitting from her hand.

The rebel choked, struggling, fighting to get free.

But Malvoria did not relent.

She dug her fingers into the rebel's throat, choking her until she went limp in her arms.

The woman's eyes rolled back in her head, body shuddering with each heartbeat. "P-please—"

"No," Malvoria hissed.

She squeezed tighter, feeling the rebel's breath shudder and stutter. "You should not have dared to cross me." Her smile grew crueler, eyes flashing darkly. "No one touches what is mine."

The rebel shook in her grasp, body trembling with fear.

"Say it." Malvoria leaned forward, breathing the words against the rebel's ear. "Say that no one touches what is mine." She squeezed again, choking off the rebel's ability to speak.

The rebel shuddered in her arms, struggling.

Then she went still, eyes unfocused.

Malvoria tightened her grip once more, squeezing until the last bit of breath left the woman's body.

She let the rebel fall to the ground, stepping away as she slumped to the stone.

Malvoria thought that she might had kill her too fast, then she smiled to herself and thought "it's fine, I'm a Queen."

The queen stood over the woman's body, exhaling.

Finally.

Finally she had her revenge.

She stepped out of the cell, closing the door with a bang, and began walking back to her office to make a report about that woman's death.

Fuck yeah, she thought to herself. She was the queen. She was untouchable. She was fucking perfect.

And if anyone dared to touch her again they would face the same fate of that rebel bitch.

She walked up to her office, still feeling satisfied at what she had done, she finished her report, signed the paper, and handed it over to the guards, she watched them leave then walked back to her chair, falling into it.

Her head was pounding. Her magic was spent. The adrenaline rush from earlier was ebbing away.

She had to calm down. She couldn't let herself lose control like that again.

She took a breath, closing her eyes and running a hand down her face.