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My insides curdled.
“And to think he wanted nothing to do with you. Instead, he brought you to me like agift, a gift worthy of aking.”
He wasn’t going to kill me. He was going to rape me.
“You are steward to the throne, not a king,” I scowled.
“Yet still, I wear the crown,” he answered, his vehemence towards me crystal clear.
“Release me at once,” I demanded. His cruel smile only grew wider.
“I think not,” he replied. His expression had turned malicious as he adjusted himself on the bed, sliding closer to me.
My panic started to rise. I wanted to put as much distance as I could between myself and the steward, but when I tried to pull away, the metal cuffs tightened so much that I worried they would leave bruises behind. I yanked on them anyway as Valtimir brought the edge of his blade towards me.
I could do nothing as the tip slid beneath my fur mantle. He used it to push open the edges, revealing the clothing I was wearing beneath. Slowly, he dipped the blade beneath the tie around my throat and jerked it upwards, slicing it open in one smooth motion.
I couldn’t keep my gasp of terror quiet.
“I think I’m going to enjoy this. Nykor left your fate in my hands, after all.”
I yanked on the chains with all the fight I had left in me, and the edges of the metal tightened so hard that I feared they’d cut through my flesh. I whimpered quietly, biting back my sounds of pain as the knife edged further down still.
Valtimir leaned over, and the scent of his rancid breath poured over me. I swallowed past a gag as he slipped the edge of the knife beneath the buttons of my cotton shirt. Without a word, he popped each button off, parting the fabric bit by bit until he bared my belly. He left my bra where it was, diligently cutting away all of the cloth around it that hid my upper torso.
“Please don’t!” I tried.
He didn’t answer, instead turning his attentions to the series of buttons that kept my pants in place. He made quick work of those, too, before he moved on to slash the fabric to bits so he could expose my lower half. In no time at all, I was wearing nothing more than my bra and panties. I shivered in fear as his eyes roved over my body.
This felt nothing like Nykor looking at me. This man was a monster, and he didn’t care if I was willing or not. With each of my limbs bound to one of the four bedposts, I could scarcely bring my thighs together to hide.
The bastard looked at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking. His grin turned up even wider, and I started fighting within my chains again, desperate to break free. He placed the knife down far out of my reach and brushed his knuckles against the bare skin of my belly. My body recoiled with disgust, but there was nowhere for me to escape to. With the bed beneath me, I couldn’t get away.
“Your pale flesh is breathtaking, human.”
I didn’t dignify him with an answer.
“You should be honored. I have chosen you, Ella. You will remain here in the castle with me. You will bear my children, and thus continue my family line. You will be my queen.”
“I will not be your prisoner!” I spat.
“Your willingness means nothing. I am crown steward. It is my word that rules the people of this realm. I have decided to keep you, and so you will stay,” he continued.
“Fuck you!” I snarled.
He chuckled, as though my misgivings amused him, and pressed the blade beneath the connector that held my bra together. I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling with abject terror.
This man was going to rape me, and there was nothing I was going to be able to do to stop it.
My lips parted and I tried to put my mind in another place as he jerked the knife up and my cups popped open, baring my breasts.
I tried to rationalize the fact that my nipples were hard. I told myself that they always did that when I took off my bra and that the room was cold because I’d left the window open last night.
He paused, his malevolent gaze locked on my breasts. His eyes were wide with wonder, and I looked at him with abject disgust.
“You will learn to like this, human, or I might never release you from your chains,” he declared, and I jerked the cuffs hard, causing them to tighten enough that I feared my wrists were beginning to lose circulation. The magic spelled within these chains was cruel, and my eyes watered.
Almost as if he was chastising me, he pushed the knife beneath the hem of my underwear, and I stilled, raising my chin in defiance.
