Tears

Eyes glazed over by lust, the prince's gaze traveled down to your chest and back up at your face.

Everyone's heads were down, they didn't want to witness anything. They silently cried for you because they didn't want the prince to see.

"Since you're such a naughty girl, I decided to punish you," turning his heads towards the other females, he smirked.

"This is what happens when you disobey me. Watch and listen carefully."

Grabbing you by the wrist, he slammed your body down to the floor. With both legs on either side of your body, and one hand gripping your wrists together, the prince's right hand traveled down to your dress.

Looking at your pained and frightened face lovingly, he started to tear your dress apart-leaving you exposed to everyone. Well, not that the dress did provide any protection at all but, it had at least covered most parts of your body.

"I'm going to take you in front of everyone, [Name]."

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No one had spoken about that day ever again. It was the day where you had been tainted, welcomed to hell by the devil himself, your virginity and purity taken away by force.

Huddled up in a corner, you started to shake and tremble. The only thing that flashes your mind would be what had happened on the day you had disobeyed the prince.

I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to go home.

There were no windows, no light to shine through- only the artificial ones. The ones the devil owns, the ones that didn't allow heaven to rain down. You couldn't bare to see anyone, you didn't want to let them touch you. You didn't want anything nor anyone to even place a finger on you but instead, you didn't say anything; your pride being the sacrifice. At every slight touch, you flinched, body trembling and threatening to collapse if you didn't curl up in a ball.

You tried to overcome that fear over and over again but, all effort was soon shattered as the prince's voice and presence in the room entered. It was like he had total control of what you did and felt.

That was exactly what he wanted you to do.

The door to the room had opened, a creaking sound heard as the door's shadow moved across the floor, signaling your doom.

"Your beloved prince is back. Who's up to play~?" His eyes started to scan the room as everyone averted their gazes. Covering her face a little, the younger girl shifted behind Malisa. The echo of the prince's footsteps were loud, filling the room with dreadful music. His eyes landed on your shaking form, licking his lips.

Picking up your head, you spotted the prince's shoes, facing towards your small form. Your eyes watered as he bent down, grabbing your hair and pulling you upright.

Placing both of your hands on the arm the held up your hair, you tried to break his hand away but, his grip on your hair only tightened.

"Why don't you follow your master back to his bedroom?" Your screams and objection were ignored as he pulled you out of the room with no effort.

Maids bowed their heads down as the prince walked down the hallways, afraid to meet your eyes. They were afraid of being hurt, afraid of setting their eyes upon you for the prince had seemed to love you more than he loved himself.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. Gently tucking the key inside the keyhole, a click was heard as he twisted the doorknob. Throwing you into the room, the prince had turned around and locked the door, stuffing the key back into his pocket. "Don't worry, doll. I won't hurt you, I'll just keep you here forever," stalking towards you, he stripped down his jacket, neatly placing it on the table.

"Do you want to hear something?" Backing up towards a wall, you slid down and covered your face with your arms- thinking childishly that if you can't see him, he can't see you.

"No. I don't want to hear anything you say. Stay away from me!"

A frown settled on the prince's face as he started to quickly advance towards you. Grabbing your wrist, he threw you on the bed. "Do you know what I do at night?" Gripping your hands and settling them on top of the silk-like pillows, he started to hike his free hand up your thigh. "I imagine you here with me, holding onto me. Touching you and vise-versa. We would cuddle and sleep together."

Returning his hand back, he started to stroke your thigh. Jerking your hands, you tried to break free but, too bad for you, the prince had other plans. Shifting towards his left, he opened up the drawer and pulled out a rope of some sort. Breaking into a sadistic smile, he started to tangle the rope around your hands and to the bedpost. After he had triple-knotted the rope, his hand finally left your wrists alone.

With both of his free hands, he started to touch your sides up and down, making the fabric covering your body move with it. Your eyes started to water, trying to block out everything happening and trying to reach out to God. Seeing as if the prince could read your mind, he let out a chuckle.

To be continued....

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