chapter 20
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I shook my head after realizing I was drooling. This is so shameful. But I can't stop oggling at this beautiful man; he did not even feel bothered at all.
Well, he is probably aware that he is handsome. He must be used to people staring at him, then.
I cleared my throat and blinked away. For a moment there, I forgot he asked me a question.
"I do not understand why I could not bring myself to kill you. Look at you; have you gazed at yourself in the mirror?"
Excuse me?!
Yeaaahhhh... He just turned off my nasty thoughts with a flick of a switch.
My eyes wandered over my body. Yeah, wet, urinated-on, muddy clothes covered me. It is not shocking that a cat would die after sniffing me. I haven't bathed in weeks for fear of getting caught outside the cave.
Anyway, shouldn't I flee from this kingdom? From this brooding, sexy specimen?
But if he performs a macho dance on me, I might consider staying.
"Speak, slave! Do not let your disgusting arousal hinder your tongue."
I flinched. Ahemmm... He got me there.
Now he's just turned off my lust for him too. Shame, shame...
Why do these Lycans have such sensitive senses? I asked myself, but I know full well to that answer. It's just that the urge to roll my eyes was strong.
Though his commanding voice gave me continuous, irritable tingles in my body.
Was this the power of a king's command? I don't like it.
"Why am I here?" My thoughts were forced out, and I covered my mouth after.
"You asked that before. Why-are-you-here?" He lazily repeated my question. "I have no clue either. Perhaps my beast wants to be entertained by you."
"Disgusting!" I spat and went down from the bed. But the second I did, I fell back, and he was over me with his huge hand, cutting off my air supply.
However, when his skin touched mine, I felt euphoric electricity running through my skin. More intense than his beast's fur.
I hope this foreign feeling is benign.
While I was close to death, the electrifying tingles did not stop.
Is it possible to still feel aroused by a beast that's trying to kill me?
"Need I remind you of your place, slave?"
"Aahck!" I struggled to breathe. I tried my best to pull his hand away from me.
Sometimes I imagined getting choked, yelling "ehe, choke me, Daddy!" BUT NOT THIS WAY!
He was so damn close and scary. Our bodies are touching, and both eyes are sharp. His are angry; mine are desperate.
I weakly slapped his forearm against me. I am probably blue at this moment. He won't leave me any choice but to use my abilities then.
I was about to, and surprisingly, he releases me.
I coughed and thirsted for air. I wanted to evade him, but he cages me, preventing me from escaping.
His palm pushed my chest firm and forced me to lie in place while I inhaled more air for my burning lungs.
"Let us play a game." His big finger glided smoothly up and down on my neck. I shivered at that.
Aren't we already playing from the beginning?
I was about to punch him but this guy was too fast. He was able to pin my hands above my head.
I squirmed and shuddered to think what he would do next.
"If you win, I'll reward you." He pulled me with him and carried me over his shoulder. I did dare not protest.
I recognized that main entrance, but we didn't pass through there.
I'm guessing he is bringing me to the back of the castle. I remained unmoved, and I started to tremble.
When he stopped in front of a tall tree, I heard a loud thud.
"Aaah!" I yelled when he dropped me. My eyes were frantic, looking left to right.
One warrior stood next to him and, with a rope, closed our distance. I scooted back when he got so close.
When I looked at him, there's this evil smirk on his face that caused my brain to glitch in fear.
However, if I am constantly treated this way, then he has left me no choice but to engage.
I pictured gathering up all my strength to form a sharp crystal around me, aggressively pushing my hand straight in his direction, and expecting him to be pierced to death. Unexpectedly, none came out. I did it again, and still nothing happened.
"Why?!!"
I looked at my hands as fury coated my face. My frustration came out as I pulled my hair.
Out of all my difficult circumstances, this has to happen now?!
"What in the heavens were you doing? Have you finally gone mad?" His laughter boomed.
Is he bipolar or something? But Damn! This man is making me crazy. That laugh was so angelic to my ears.
"Tie her."
A warrior pinned me on the grass and tied my hands and feet roughly.
I hissed and screamed as I tried to wriggle my tied limbs out. It was stupid of me to do so, and now I had used up all my energy and am now aggressively heaving.
I wondered how, when I needed my powers this time, it won't come out.
"My, my. You are extremely aggressive today."
I heard him coming towards me, and then my hair was pulled down to tilt my head up. I was greeted by his cold expression.
"The next time you insult me, I will have your pretty little red head served on a silver platter for the savages to feast on." His raspy tone tickled my stomach for a second.
I wasn't afraid; I just hated him for this, and then that sudden hate would disappear like a bubble, and then I hated myself for it.
If this cycle goes on, I might really go insane.
Without a warning, I was then pulled and hung upside down under a tree.
"If the branch breaks, I'll let you serve as a slave once more. May your goddess be in your favor." He stated this in a cold tone and walked away.
I glanced up at the branch. It was too thick to make it snap down; even the rope I was tied to was thick!
This is so sad, I felt completely powerless and human out in this cold weather.
I know for sure... There's no winning in his game; there's only surviving.
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