𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 | 𝐁. 𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐊
— “𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘.”
Darkness. That's where you woke up in. A piece of rope was on your mouth to prevent you from screaming for help, while chains were on your wrists and ankles.
The place you were in was cold and damp, a place that screamed the words 'you've been kidnapped' to your mind.
A cold breeze came from an only opening high in ceiling. You had attempted to break free from the rope that bound your hands together, only for it to sting with pain. You were cautious to not make any noises or moans of pain for you had no clue who you could be dealing with.
As you were once again attempting to break free from the rope, you heard a faint click on the door. Freezing in fear, your optics fixated onto a tall frame by the door.
Whoever this person was you couldn't recognize their body, unless they came close for you to see at least. And they did exactly that.
A gasp escaped from you as the vision finally fixed on a pair of purple eyes.
Benjamin.
You, of course, knew about the male who was deemed one of the most attractive, but deadly men around this kingdom.
You contemplated on whether to face him directly or not, but you decided to go with the latter. Your eyes lowering away from the sight of the male's.
You heard a faint hum in response to your actions as he lifted your chin to face him. "I see you're finally awake." A low chuckle came from him as he noted your glare in response. "Come now darling, I think I've been kind enough to give you your own room."
Your body shudders against the mocking caress his fingers continuously give to you. Every part of you wanted to thrash out, to ruin him. But you couldn't. Weak and defeated, you speak in a quivering voice. "What do you want from me?"
The man cocks an eyebrow at that, a smirk plays on his lips. "I'm sure it's very obvious what I want, princess." The nickname made your expression harden, annoyance filled you completely.
"Do not call me that." You hiss, staring daggers at the man you wished would leave you alone.
"Why not, my beloved?" He muses mockingly, his fingers gripping your chin tighter than before. "It is an endearment I say best fits you. Don't you feel grateful? Do you not like it?" He asks tauntingly as though if you dare speak wrongly to him, there would be great consequences.
Body trembling, you are forced to lie. "I...I like it." Your voice is now a hushed murmur, unable to speak volumes more due to how terrifying he's being.
A grin comes from him as his fingers finally detach from your skin, leaving faint red marks in their wake. "That's a good girl, I trust you'll enjoy it further once I use it in bed." He says cheekily, implying you'd be in bed doing awfully vulgar things with him. Probably forced to do so too.
This is going to be hell.
