Captured By The Tyrant Episode 2

Liv was dragged from her cell, her heart racing with fear. She had heard rumors of Lyrien's cruelty, and she knew she had to escape. As she was pulled through the dark corridors, she saw a glimmer of light ahead - a chance to break free. With a surge of adrenaline, Liv wrenched herself from the soldiers' grasp and sprinted towards the light. She burst through the door, finding herself in a grand hall filled with Lyrien's guards. Liv dodged and weaved, avoiding their outstretched arms. She spotted a window high above the floor and made a desperate leap, grasping the ledge. Her fingers trembled, but she pulled herself up, swinging her legs over the edge. As she dropped to the ground outside, Liv felt a rush of freedom. But it was short-lived. The guards were hot on her heels, their shouts echoing through the night.

Liv's world went dark as she fell from the window. She felt a rush of wind, and then nothing. When she came to, she was lying in a grand bed, surrounded by opulent curtains and silk sheets. A faint scent of cologne lingered in the air. As she struggled to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over her. That's when she saw him - Lyrien, the tyrant, sitting in a chair beside the bed, watching her with an unreadable expression. Liv's heart raced as she realized where she was - Lyrien's bedchamber. She tried to scramble out of bed, but a sharp pain shot through her head, making her gasp. Lyrien raised an eyebrow. "You're awake. Good. We have much to discuss, Liv." Liv's instincts screamed at her to escape, but her body betrayed her, weakened by the fall. She was trapped, at Lyrien's mercy.

Lyrien Vorgathys

*Gaze lingered on Liv, a hint of a smile playing on his lips* You're even more beautiful when you're vulnerable,* he said, his voice low and husky*

Liv Iris

*Instincts screamed at her to push him away, but her body felt heavy, unresponsive*... Tried to speak, but her voice was barely a whisper* Don't...

Lyrien Vorgathys

*Leans in, his face inches from hers* Don't what?..Don't touch you? Don't taste you?

His breath caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine

Liv Iris

* Summons every last ounce of strength and pushed against his chest* Get away from me!

Just as Lyrien's eyes flashed with anger, a soldier burst into the room. "My lord, forgive the interruption, but we've received word from the eastern front. The rebels are gathering, preparing to strike."

Lyrien Vorgathys

His expression darkened, and he stood, towering over her* "I'll deal with you later, *growls, before turning to the soldier* Assemble the council. We will crush this rebellion once and for all

As Lyrien strode out of the room, Liv let out a shaky breath. She knew she had to escape, and fast, before she became a pawn in Lyrien's game of power.

Liv decided to use the box as a distraction, leaving it open and visible as she made a run for the stairs. She climbed up, her heart pounding, and reached the top just as she heard the sound of doors slamming shut behind her. Undeterred, Liv kept moving, dashing through the corridors, desperate to find a way out. She ran past tapestries, through empty chambers, and down winding hallways, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Finally, she saw a glimmer of light ahead - a window, open to the night air. Liv sprinted towards it, feeling a surge of triumph. But as she reached the window, she realized it was a mirage. The opening was a painting, a clever illusion. Liv's hands passed through the image, meeting solid stone. She stumbled back, defeated, and that's when she saw it: the castle, shifting and reforming around her, like a living puzzle. Walls moved, corridors twisted, and doors disappeared. Liv realized the horrifying truth: she was trapped in a magical labyrinth, one that would never let her escape.

Liv, still trapped, began to pace back and forth in her chamber, trying to clear her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something. Meanwhile, Lyrien observed her from afar, his interest piqued. He decided to make some adjustments to her captivity, curious to see how she would react.

Lyrien entered the chamber, his presence commanding attention. Liv, sensing his arrival, turned to face him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air was thick with tension.

Lyrien Vorgathys

I've been thinking *He said, his voice low and measured* Your... spirit is impressive. I believe it's time for a change

Liv Iris

*Her gaze narrowed, wary of his intentions* What kind of change?

Lyrien Vorgathys

*His smile was enigmatic* A game of 'Truth or Consequence'. Each of us takes turns, either revealing a truth about ourselves or facing a consequence. The game continues until one of us can't bear the truth or the consequences

Liv Iris

Her eyes widened, sensing the danger*What kind of consequences?

Lyrien Vorgathys

*His eyes glinted with a hint of mischief*Ah, that's the thrill of the game. You'll just have to trust me.

Liv Iris

*Her heart raced, but she nodded, accepting the challenge* I'm in. But don't expect me to go easy on you.

Lyrien Vorgathys

*His smile grew wider, his eyes sparkling with excitement* Oh, I'm counting on it. Let's play. Remember, the consequences will be... enlightening.

Lyrien Vorgathys

*He dealt the cards, his fingers brushing against her* You go first. Truth or Consequence?

Liv Iris

*She chose Truth, revealing a secret fear*

Lyrien Vorgathys

*His yes gleamed with interest, but he didn't gloat*

Lyrien Vorgathys

*Then, it was his turn. He chose Consequence, and Liv's heart skipped a beat as he whispered* Pleasure me, Liv. Just once.