Episode.6
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His hold on me tightened with every passing second. No matter how hard I struggled or how much I pleaded, it was futile. My efforts seemed to amuse him, as though my pain was a game to him, something to relish.
"Don't worry, darling, we'll be there soon," he said, his voice thick with indifference, utterly ignoring my cries. He continued dragging me through the dimly lit corridor, and as we passed several servants and guards, I screamed and struggled with all my might. But the worst part wasn't his grip—it was the way everyone turned a blind eye. They bowed their heads as we walked by, not a single one daring to intervene. My pleas fell on deaf ears, and it was as if I were invisible to them, a mere shadow beneath his looming presence.
The corridor stretched on forever, every step heavier than the last. Finally, we stopped before a massive steel door, the dark metal gleaming in the faint light. Its surface was adorned with intricate carvings—symbols of power, dominance, and royalty. It radiated an air of cold authority. He shoved the door open with ease, and with a violent tug, he pulled me inside, the force of his action sending me crashing to the ground.
Pain shot through my wrist as it scraped against the marble floor, but he showed no signs of concern. His gaze was filled with something far darker—lust, devoid of empathy. There was no humanity left in those eyes.
"Get up," he growled, discarding his robe carelessly onto the floor beside me. Before I could utter a word, his hand was on me again, yanking me up with brutal strength.
"We're finally here," he said, his voice a low, menacing whisper. "Now, please me."
“No!” I shouted, shaking my head vehemently. Panic coursed through me as I tried to kick him, aiming at his legs, but he caught my ankle with ease. His strength was overwhelming. In a swift, merciless motion, he threw me onto the bed.
Before I could gather myself, he fell on top of me, his weight crushing me into the mattress. His hand pinned both of my wrists above my head, rendering me completely helpless.
"Where do you think you're going, little one?" he sneered, a wicked grin stretching across his face.
"Get your dirty hands off me!" I spat, my voice trembling with rage and fear.
He laughed—a deep, mocking sound that made my skin crawl. "I like your spirit," he whispered, leaning in close enough that his breath warmed the side of my neck. "So feisty... fighting me only makes it more enjoyable."
I felt bile rise in my throat as he inhaled deeply, taking in my scent like a predator savoring his prey. "Disgusting," I muttered under my breath, though the word hardly seemed to reach him.
“You have to understand," I started again, my voice barely a whisper, "I’m not who you think I am—”
Before the words could fully escape my lips, a sharp slap landed across my cheek. The sound echoed through the room, and my face burned where his hand had struck me. Tears blurred my vision as the pain radiated down my neck.
"Be quiet!" he snapped, his voice a vicious snarl. "You should be grateful that I want you. Do you know how many women would kill to be in my bed? Thousands!" His eyes gleamed with pride and arrogance, his lips curling into a smirk as if he were doing me a favor. "Stop being so stubborn and let me have you!"
His words felt like shards of glass digging into my skin. How could someone be so heartless? How could he take pleasure in my pain and then expect gratitude?
In his dreams.
He climbed over me, his hands still pinning mine to the bedpost. His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down to my chest, and I felt the bile rise again. My body trembled, not in anticipation, but in sheer terror. His touch was ice against my skin, and my heart pounded so loudly in my ears that I thought it might burst.
He paused, his fingers lingering on my chest, a leering smile spreading across his face as if he had just uncovered a prize. “Oh, my… what do we have here?” His voice dripped with lust as his eyes locked onto my chest, now exposed as my shirt had torn in the struggle. My breasts, freed from the fabric, bounced awkwardly, and I felt my face flush with a mixture of humiliation and fury.
“Please…” I whimpered, barely able to speak through the tears now streaming uncontrollably down my face. I felt as though I were losing pieces of myself, slipping away with every passing moment. My body ached, but worse than the physical pain was the suffocating feeling of powerlessness.
He smiled wickedly, leaning closer until his lips were inches from my ear. “It seems your body wants it as much as I do. Don’t worry, little one, I’ll show you what a real man can do.” His words were poison, seeping into every corner of my mind.
His hands abruptly squeezed my breasts with a force that made me cry out in pain. He moaned in pleasure at my reaction, his voice low and guttural as he resumed his assault, his lips trailing hot kisses down my neck. My body recoiled at his touch, but my struggles only seemed to spur him on.
“That’s it. Keep screaming for me,” he groaned, biting down on my skin, his breath hot against my flesh. The room spun around me as my consciousness began to fade. I felt the sharp sting of his teeth, the roughness of his hands, and the weight of his body pressing me deeper into the mattress. Every inch of my skin burned, every nerve screamed for relief, but none came.
Then, suddenly, he stopped.
His body stiffened as if he had been struck by something unseen. He jolted up from me, his eyes wide in shock and horror, staring down at me like I had transformed into something monstrous.
“No… it can’t be…” he muttered under his breath, backing away from the bed.
I blinked in confusion, my body too weak to move, my mind too foggy to comprehend what had just happened. What has changed? Why had he stopped?
Before I could find my voice to ask, a sharp blow to the back of my head sent me spiraling into darkness.
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