Chapter 134: Please Him

A sharp shiver erupted and traveled through her spine. She felt goosebumps arising all over

as her hands began to shiver.

She saw him getting closer to her. Instantly, she bowed her head down when he came and

stood in front of her.

He was paying her a visit after a long time.

She felt his finger unlocking the chains around her limbs, but she remained still on her spot,

not moving an inch until she was asked to.

"How are you, Sheharzaad?" he asked.

A moment of silence passed between the two before her lips moved as she uttered, "Fine." It

wasn't above a whisper.

She was anything but fine in this cell. She felt him giving a look as he took a few steps back.

"Do you want a nice shower?" he asked. At this, she looked up at him. She was deprived of

the basic amenities of life. She so wanted the chains to leave her, to shower, and get relaxed

for some moments.

When she did not answer, he asked again, "Do you?"

"Y-y-yes."

"Enter!" he said, and a few maids entered the cell, along with a female bodyguard. Upon

getting a signal from Shehryaar, the bodyguard stepped ahead and unlocked the chains that

bound her limbs.

Tears began to fill her eyes as soon as she felt the heavy chains leaving her limbs. She stifled

a sob in her throat.

The female bodyguard straightened herself after unlocking Sheharzaad's limbs before

looking at Shehryaar. Shehryaar nodded at her while eyeing Sheharzaad. His intense gaze

made Sheharzaad look down.

The guard went behind Sheharzaad and put a blindfold over her eyes, inhibiting her vision.

"Go, Sheharzaad," he said, and the convoy of the female guard, along with the maids and

Sheharzaad, stepped out.

The blindfold was removed from her eyes, and Sheharzaad saw a cozy washroom in front of

her.

"You have 15 minutes. Take a shower. The maids will hand over your clothes when you're

done," the guard instructed her, and she nodded. Sheharzaad felt she had heard her voice

before.

Suddenly, the guard held Sheharzaad's arm and made her look at her. "And don't forget, he

granted you a favor. Now you need to please him. Once you return to the cell, act upon what

you've been taught. He is here to see the progress. And if he doesn't see any progress, your

stay in the cell is going to get prolonged. And more atrocious. Just do what you've been

taught. Got me?"

That's when Sheharzaad realized she was a member of the group responsible for her brain

conditioning.

"Got me?" she asked again.

"Yes," was Sheharzaad's dry whisper before the guard pushed her inside the washroom and

closed the door.

She took a relaxing shower. But she knew the time span she had in her hands, so she had to

make it quick. Also, she kept thinking about the woman's words.

Pleasing Shehryaar?

How would she do that?

The thought scared her and made her want to never leave the washroom and go back to

that cell. She did not know how she was going to please him, but she had to do something.

Because if she failed, it would add more to her misery. Her stay in the cell would be

prolonged, and that would mean more mental and physical torture.

Soon a knock on the door was made, and the maid announced that her fifteen minutes were

up and they needed to get back to the cell as soon as possible. Sheharzaad quickly wore the

clothes that had been handed over to her and stepped out.

The guard still stood there, waiting for her, her hands holding the keys to her chains.

"You were supposed to be on time. You're five minutes late. Our next drill will be

punctuality because you need to learn you can't make him wait. And don't forget to please

him for the favor he gave you. Let's go," she announced and led her back to the cell.

As soon as she entered the cell, she saw Shehryaar sitting there, on a chair that was set for

him. His eyes were on her as if waiting for her.

The guard proceeded to lock Sheharzaad's limbs when she heard Shehryaar. "Let her be.

Leave." Shehryaar ordered, and the guard bowed her head before leaving.

Sheharzaad heard the door of the cell closing. She slightly tilted her head to the cell and then

looked at Shehryaar, whose eyes were on her, before quickly looking down.

Please him.

Her words played in her mind. Her chest heaved up and down in quick succession. She was

scared. She did not know what to do.

"Come closer," she heard him say, and her legs moved as she got closer to him before she

stood just in front of him.

Please him.

The words again played in her mind.

And she went down on her knees in front of him.

"I... uh... I want... want to... please... please you," she whispered while sitting on her knees in

front of him.

He perched her chin between his fingers before bobbing her head up. "How?"

"As... as y-you... d-desire."

Her lips, which were shivering, were nibbled by her teeth when his eyes flickered to them.

He made her stand, and as she put pressure on her legs, she stumbled and was about to fall

when his arm held her. The other one snaked around her waist and pulled her toward him.

Without further ado, he tilted her head, held her chin, and kissed her then and there. Slowly

and sensually at first, followed by brutality and eagerness later. She didn't stop him, nor

resisted him a bit as he pasted his lips, claimed her mouth, and his hands roamed around

her.

But she felt the panic taking over her senses when his hands stroked her down there. She

could see carnal desire in his eyes, which he came to vent up at her.

She was supposed to be available to him as she had been taught, so she suppressed the

panic within her and let him do whatever he was doing, though her instincts were telling

her to crawl away.

He carried her to the table that was placed there and sat her there before standing between

her legs, slowly latching his lips on her again.

Tears began to flow out of her eyes, though she tried to control them.

Why was she crying? She shouldn't. It was her duty.

He pulled back, staring into her eyes.

His eyes traced nothing but pleas.

Pleas not to ruin her more than she already had been.

There was a clear "no" in her eyes as he kept gazing into them.

The stare lingered, raising panic within her, and after a few moments, he shook his head to

himself.

"I will take her once things become official," he uttered more to himself, stepped back, and

left.