NARROW ESCAPE
Chapter 10
ROYANNA
The room felt like a tomb, despite being widely spacious, it felt tight and
suffocating, spiking my restlessness..
My eyes stayed glued to the door, and with every second that passed by, my nervousness grew.
I wasn't ready to be a sex slave, not to succumb to the sexual urges of an old man, especially one rumored to be cruel and ruthless.
I prayed to the Goddess with a trembling heart, if truly she cared about her children, she would save me from the clutches of the Alpha King.
Time passed, and my body ached from the position I was in. To calm my racing mind, I hummed to the melody of Orphelia's favourite tunes.
For a moment, silence settled in my restless mind, basking in the sweet tunes of music.
But then the door creaked open, jerking me back to my senses. The Alpha King, Troy, walked in with heavy, measured steps that screamed of his presence, wearing a larger furry cloak than the last one I saw on him.
The maids had once whispered that his cloaks were made out of the innocent lives he took, while conquering kingdoms and villages.
He didn't glance my way, just continued into the room, stopping at the other end of the bed, he pulled off his cloak, exposing a black robe.
He tilted his head in my direction and I averted my gaze, staring at the ground. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to run, but the chains told me otherwise.
I peeked and noticed that Troy stared at me like a hunter staring at the rabbit he had caught in a trap.
“I remember you.” He said in a hoarse voice. “The ugly cursed whore.” he remarked in a spiteful tone that made me shiver.
I didn't speak because I wasn't permitted to; the maids made sure to implant this into my head.
“Remind me why I spared your life.” His voice seeped into my chain of thoughts and I gulped.
“Your Majesty,” I said, steadying my voice. “I am gifted with the ability to see the past and future in my dreams and visions. I can be of good use to you.”
“Good use?” he asked, as if expecting me to answer. Then he laughed, loud and jagged, filled with nothing but mockery. The sound made my blood run cold.
“Dreams? Visions?” he scoffed, throwing his head back. “Those are the tales for children. Illusions witches spun centuries ago to gain footing in our realm. And where are they now, hmm?” His droopy yet sharp eyes pinned me in place. “Dead, gone into hiding, hovering in their little caves. The great war proved what liars they were, for not a single witch foresaw their own doom.”
My lips parted, my instinct to defend myself stronger than my fear. “I am not lying, Your Majesty, these visions come on their own accord…”
“Silence!” His roar shook the chamber walls and the force rattled through me.
I clamped my mouth shut, a lump forming in my throat.
He rose from the bed, his steps deliberately slow, and each step he took towards me was predatory, reeling with a dark and dangerous energy.
He stopped before me, his height towering as I remained seated on the floor, hands chained to the bed.
King Troy shot his hand out, his rough fingers closing around my chin, forcing me to meet his burning gaze. His grip was strong, and hard enough to bruise. He breathed heavily as though he was about to unleash his beast.
“You are nothing but a slave,” he snarled in a faint tone. “Do not mistake my tolerance for mercy. Should you ever dare to speak without my permission, I will have your head hacked from your shoulders before you can draw another breath.”
My eyes watered from the pressure on my jaw, but I dared not flinch.
With a final squeeze, he released me, and I desperately heaved a breath. His expression shifted as he slipped the iron keys from the chains binding me.
He unlocked the chains, releasing me from the heavy, weighted metal. I rubbed my sore wrist, as blood rushed into my numb hands.
Suddenly, he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me up. I winced from the sharp sting, reaching for his hand fisted in my hair.
“Please…” I blurted out before I could stop myself. Troy’s brows melted into a frown, his grip on my hair tightened, doubling the tugging ache on my scalp.
“You speak when I ask you to.” He breathed into my face, his hot breath was a mix of garlic and wine. My insides twisted from disgust, and I whimpered, but said nothing.
He released his grip on me, and I staggered backwards. I held my scalp, rubbing it to ease the pain.
“Kneel!” He commanded and I fell to my knees almost immediately. He smiled, pleased by the result of his brutality.
Then he removed his cloak, exposing his nakedness without warning. I held back the urge to gag at the saggy and wrinkled frame exposed to my view.
He sat on the bed and rubbed his phallus while maintaining an unwavering gaze with me. A chill crept along my back, as I wished for the ground to swallow me whole.
“Undress and pleasure me.” He commanded.
I reached for the hem of my dress, and my hands froze. I couldn't imagine myself doing it, and yet I was faced with it in reality.
“What are you waiting for?” Troy’s raging voice made me shudder, his frown deepening. I trembled under his cruel gaze, but I couldn't do it.
He grabbed my hand, and my whole body burned with irritation. I snatched my grip from him and stood up, backing away.
“How dare you?!” He barked while standing on his feet.
“I can't, I just can't.” I whimpered, tears spilling down my cheek.
“I will have your head for this. Guards!” His voice thundered and the door banged open, two guards rushing in.
My heart rose to my throat, my instincts screaming at me to run, before the guards could understand what was going on, I pushed them aside with all my strength and ran as fast as I could.
“GO AFTER HER!” Troy's scream reverberated through the corridor, reaching my ears. I increased my speed, dashing into another corridor and then down the stairs.
I ran towards the slave quarters, but I couldn't return to my room, nor could I go out into the open. I needed a place to hide away from everything.
So I ran to the one place I knew the guards wouldn't find me, the pantry the maids had locked out after a rat infestation.
It was cold and dark in there, a tight space packed with bags of flour, sacks of rice, and rows of a
ging garlic. I hid behind them, steadying my breath as my heart pounded loudly in my chest.