Chapter 218: Please! Have mercy!

"Reheat the branding iron." Mira ordered. "I need it to be the hottest it has ever been since the history of branding rogues in the cheetah clan." Mira’s voice was still shaky but there was sternness in her tone.

The cheetah warrior who had the branding iron went back to the scorching fire to heat it up and when he felt the heat reach up to the iron holder despite the fur skins on his hand that was a shield to the temperature, he notified Mira.

"The branding iron is at its hottest, wife of the mighty cheetah. Anything further would be melting it." He stated.

Mira’s brows furrowed, she did not want to move from her spot until system gave her a direct message that her condition was safe so she spoke instead. "Hold her up and ensure that she cannot move." The cheetah warriors that pinned Hye Yang down did as told and one other cheetah warrior walked behind her to ensure she could not try anything funny.

The worried look on Hye Yang’s face remained as she still was trying to process if Mira had the shaman on her side and how what she did was the worst mistake she had ever made. And openly too. There was nothing left for her to deny as she had made a complete fool of herself.

"You tried to harm me so openly before all of these people today, sister." Mira said to Hye Yang.

Hye Yang’s face fell to the floor as she could not bare to look her sister in the eyes.

"Brand her face." Mira said. This made Hye Yang’s head shoot up immediately. The brand mark was typically on the arm or at a body part no one could see but never the face. "Ensure to brand her forehead, both cheeks and her chest. If the heat of the branding iron becomes less than it currently is, reheat it and brand every body part I mentioned till it is so evident that she is a rogue. This woman is declared a rogue amongst rogues and any rogue who dares offer her aid will suffer her fate."

Hye Yang wanted to cry out and beg but she knew she had no right to. Even if she did, her begging would fall on deafened ears.

"Hold her face this instant!" Mira commanded. The cheetah warriors holding Hye Yang shook at her tone, she sounded so aggressive that it made them quiver. They had never witnessed her this way before. The cheetah standing before Hye Yang held her face by the jaw, he sunk his fingers into her skin in his brute hold and it pricked. Hye Yang winced at his hold, she tried to wrestle her face out of his hand but failed worthlessly.

Now the cheetah holding the branding iron moved closer to her. Hye Yang did not need to feel the iron on her skin to feel the heat that radiated off of it. This thing was so hot that it made her skin feel crisped before it even came in contact with her body and her head immediately understood how dire the his was.

It would scar her for life. Even if it healed, it would not heal properly and no one would offer her treatment to aid for it to heal faster without infection.

The branding iron met with her cheek first. Her cheek, already burning with the effect of Mira’s hand on it melted at the feel of the branding metal on her skin. A loud cry of agony tore through the air as Hye Yang screamed in torment. She felt her flesh melt underneath the branding iron. She felt her blood boil on her skin then roll down her cheek and that was a prickly sensation on her flesh.

Hye Yang could inhale her own blood and the part of her facial skin that the branding iron did not come in contact which tore open due to the heat. The iron came off her face in a sharp push that left her crying.

Even though it was no longer in contact with her skin, it did not feel any different. Her cracked open skin was revealed to air and it burned even worse. Hye Yang could not see her face but she imagined it to look like an eye sore.

"PLEASE! PLEASE! STOP. HAVE MERCY. THIS IS TORTURE, PLEASE!" Hye Yang cried. Her cheek was still sizzling and she could not even reach her hand up to touch it.

"The other side, now." Mira stated cruelly. The cheetah who held the bending iron swallowed.

"Y. . . Yes, wife of the mighty cheetah." He stammered then walked to Hye Yang’s other side. The cheetah warrior behind her held her face for the one holding the branding iron to imprint on, not easing his grip on her one bit even though the heat got to him too.

Another agonising scream. Another contact of hot iron against flesh and another round of torment befell Hye Yang as the branding iron marked her other side. Tears poured down her eyes and it stung as it came in contact with her fresh wound. The more she did nothing, the worse the pain felt and every single move of her mouth as she cried out and shutting of her eyes as she cried made the wound feel even worse.

"Do not stop unless you want to reheat the branding iron before marking her forehead." Mira ordered.

Hye Yang began to shake on the ground. "PL. . . EA. . .SEE!!" She begged, now shaking with all her might. "I barely have any flesh on my forehead like I do my cheek. The iron may mark into my skull. Please Mira. . ." With every word that left her mouth was a sob and an honest beg for mercy. Hye Yang was far more than terrified now. She felt like this could kill her. "Please Mira! I know I have been an awful person to you but please! Show me mercy!"

Mira’s fist clenched, her jaw hardened even more. This woman tried to poison her and get rid of her baby just a few minutes ago, she did not deserve any mercy. "Take the branding iron and brand her forehead or I will do it myself."