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  I tried to make a few half-hearted excuses about not wanting to dirty his bedroom since I hadn't washed yet, and that I could serve him better if I had a few more hours to prepare... but the Crown Prince didn’t accept it.

  He smiled ominously and insisted that he wanted it right now.

  —With no dey.

  Lilian had a confused look on her eyes, and there were a few hushed whispers from the maids around us, but no one jumped in to rescue me from this terrifying man-eating shark. Apparently, the Crown Prince had stopped taking random women to bed ever since his brother died five years ago, so Prince Leopold's sudden thirst for a servant was just as much of a surprise to everyone else. Most people assumed that he fully outgrew his promiscuous phase now that he abstained from the carnal pleasures, and in fact most of the pace maids had already given up on appealing to his tastes.

  I could vaguely sense some gres of jealousy.

  Many of my colleagues wanted to be impregnated by the Crown Prince.

  But I had a terrible knot in my stomach — a little bit of nausea and foreboding that the BAD END of a horror game was just around the next corner. Prince Leopold wasn't going to stab me to death in his bedroom, was he?

  + + +

  I felt like a prisoner being escorted to the guillotine for execution.

  Prince Leopold had a firm grip on my left arm, and he walked behind me at an angle where it was impossible for me to see him unless I craned my neck all the way back to look. He had nearly full control of my movements, and there really wasn't any way for me to pull away from him. If I started to drag my feet, he would apply a little bit of pressure and firmly push me forwards like a prison guard.

  It wasn't romantic or sensual in the slightest way.

  All of this was an extremely bad sign, and my wits steadily eroded the closer we drew to his bedroom.

  "I didn't realize I still had such a scary reputation," the Crown Prince remarked sharply. "It's been a whole five years since I st touched anyone."

  I honestly couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic.

  "Uh... ah... um... well.."

  My brain had already turned into mush, and nothing coherent came out of my mouth.

  "What kind of things do the other maids say about me?" He asked.

  "...Nothing bad." I practically squeaked.

  Prince Leopold reached over to yank open the massive oak doors that led to his personal bed chambers, and he essentially dragged me inside as if he was handling a reluctant horse. Even if I wanted to resist, it would have been completely impossible. If anything, his grip was so tight that it felt like he could crush my bones if he wanted to. From my perspective, he had the physical strength of Hercules. I didn't know his exact level, but he definitely ranked at least Level 40 or above.

  His impatience was unnerving. As we stepped into his personal suite, he knocked over a small coffee table while pushing me ahead of him, but he didn't even react. The prince was single-mindedly focused on his goal, and it seemed like nothing could distract him.

  In the living room, he threw shoved me straight onto a luxurious sofa that was as rge as my bed.

  I crumbled like a limp rag.

  I was grateful that he didn't throw me onto the floor, but my hips still hurt from the tumble.

  All I could think of right now was that I was definitely going to die. There was no other expnation for this.

  I saw his hand reach for the sword at his waist, and there was a resonant metallic zing as he unsheathed it from its scabbard. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as he raised the lifted the weapon above his head.

  He was going to kill me.

  + + +

  My eyes were shut in terror, half expecting the sword to descend down my neck.

  However, it was my hands that burst open with pain. A bright linear gash suddenly appeared across both of my palms, and it immediately began to ooze and drip with blood.

  "...Hm." Prince Leopold muttered thoughtfully. "I thought you wouldn't bleed."

  —What. The. Fuck.

  My hands hurt like a bitch, and the rational part of my brain completely shut down all activity. It was actually only a very shallow wound, simir to as if my hands had been sliced up with a kitchen knife, but I was completely paralyzed with fear.

  I was going to die.

  There was a murderous psychopath fshing a big scary sword right in front of me, and it was dripping with my blood.

  Red stains appeared all over the Crown Prince's sofa.

  "It doesn't look like you're in the right mental state to talk right now," he remarked calmly.

  .......

  A conversation? What the hell? Who the heck talks to a girl like this?

  My heart was practically thumping out of my chest, and honestly I was so close to screaming my lungs out a few moments ago.

  There weren't any mirrors in this room, but I was sure that I looked like a stereotypical damsel in distress. This asshole had essentially triggered my fight-or-flight instincts from three different directions, and I had been (gently) sshed by a murderous vilin. I wasn't exactly in a "talkative" mood, especially considering the fact that I was hyperventiting, bleeding, and barely able too think.

  "I need you to answer my questions, and you can't do that if you're paralyzed with fear." The Crown Prince said.

  "............?"

  "Stop being afraid right now," he demanded firmly.

  It was bewildering and confusing and scary all at once I didn't understand so please don't hurt me I didn't do anything wrong.

  I waved my arms frantically, trying to keep him away.

  "Stop! Cease this foolishness!" He repeated as he fought my filing limbs.

  Prince Leopold gave a frustrated sigh when he didn't get the response that he desired.

  "Women. Why is it always so difficult with women?"

  + + +

  The next thing I knew, I couldn't breath.

  Something tight wound around my wrists, and then I couldn't move them. My arms were pinned over my head, and I could barely wiggle a single inch with that truck-like weight sitting on top of my chest.

  He bit my lips, hard.

  I realized at this point that he was kissing me.

  It was an extremely aggressive kiss, and it took me off completely guard. I had never been bitten while being kissed (after being sshed with a sword), and it fucking hurt. I also couldn't breath, especially with the way that his tongue invaded deep into my mouth and stole away all of my oxygen.

  —?!!!?!!

  My wrists had been tied together with some kind of cloth-like material.

  I still couldn't breath.

  And the insides of my mouth were being vioted helplessly.

  His grip was unbreakable, and it felt like my entire body was pinned beneath solid concrete.

  + + +

  After what felt like twenty minutes or more, Prince Leopold eventually let off on the oral assault when it seemed like I had completely capituted to him.

  Twenty minutes of kissing was a long time.

  He kept attacking my mouth again and again, pressing forcefully against my lips. At a certain point, I simply gave up. The Crown Prince had overpowered me from the very start, and the very idea of resisting seemed as useless as trying to paddle a canoe backwards up a waterfall. The door had already been opened, so there was essentially no way to shut it. My oral cavity was already a defeated country, and he kept kissing and invading and kissing and pilging over and over and over again.

  I could only y there and accept the invasion helplessly.

  Before long, there wasn't anything left inside of my mouth for him steal.

  He kept kissing me for so long that a stable clot formed over the gash in my hand and it stopped bleeding entirely.

  I eventually stopped resisting.

  And it was only after my complete and unconditional surrender, when he finally pulled away.

  + + +

  "Are you calm enough to answer my questions now?" He repeated his query once more.

  "......."

  I didn't want to answer that brute, especially after he had hurt me and he had forced himself onto me. It was just my mouth, but this was possibly the most scarred that I ever felt from an illicit encounter in my entire life, which was saying something considering that there were some pretty sketchy vagabonds that Hana had slept with in the past in exchange for money.

  "Or do you need me to fuck you the proper way, too?"

  "Please, wait." I spoke up nearly immediately, tears swelling at my eyes. "That's really unnecessary."

  Prince Leopold suddenly ughed.

  "Little maid," he said. "I don't think you're in any position to challenge me."

  He extended his hand and stroked my hair.

  "I know that you're guilty, but I don't know how to prove it."

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