**Trigger Warning: This chapter may contain sensitive content that others may find disturbing, such as rape.**
“Sit on the bed and take that thing off your face.” Lord Richard demanded, strangely walking to the other side of the room and settling down in a high back chair.
Bliss was not feeling good about this, her fear of losing control over herself like with the Prince was making her break out into a cold sweat. It was not like she cared if either of these men died but she did not want to be the cause of it. She was not a killer, even though according to the Prince it was a natural instinct of her kind. Her stomach started churning as she removed the headpiece covering the lower half of her face. Rupert leaning down to secure the shackle around her ankle.
She is trapped, no escape in
