"You're Majesty." These were the only words I managed to utter as I stood in front of him completely paralyzed, head to toe. None of my body parts were functioning, and that includes my brain that seems to be having trouble processing what I am currently seeing.
In my entire eighteen years of existence, I have seen the most attractive men there is. Varying from tourists, explorers, aristocrats, heir, whore house customers and many more but . . . none of them could ever compare to this man in front of me. All of them, no matter how good looking they were, they'll only pale in comparison. What I am seeing is a god in human form, the word handsome personified. Even that word is an understatement, it's not enough because this man is sinfully gorgeous.
"Such a pretty little thing you are." This statement brought me back to reality, preventing me from gawking at him even more.
"W-what?" I stammered. I didn't even notice that he already stopped before me, him only standing several inches away from me. He then looked down at me with his cold brown, almost golden eyes penetrating into my soul.
I gulped unknowingly as I looked up at him, my height only reaching his shoulder. He ignored my question and continued to examine my face in silence, my heavy breathing the only source of noise within the room. I didn't know what to feel anymore. Stunned at his god-like face? Anxious because I don't know why I'm here? Uneasy because he's devouring me with his eyes? Scared because I might die? Or all of it? Probably the latter since I'm currently having all mixed emotions inside me.
Finally, he stopped staring . . . or so I thought. He lifted my chin with his right hand, and looked at me in the eyes.
"An exquisite beauty such as this should belong to me." He said in a barely audible tone, I stared at him in shock. My eyes wide and troubled.
Belong to him? Do I look like some sort of an object? If he does then he's got another thing coming. I pried his hand off my face and stepped away from him.
"No!" I voiced. I intended it to sound hard and tough, but instead it ended up sounding like I was scared and defensive. He stepped forward, reaching for me and keeping me in place. His hand went to my cheek, touching it softly.
"This soft and delicate skin? . . . is Mine." He said lowly as he caressed my face. "Eyes as dark as the night sky? . . . Mine." He added. His thumb trailed down my lower lip, brushing it lightly. "Delectable pink lips? . . . Mine." His other hand reached for my hair. "Raven black hair? . . . Mine." He leaned closer to my ear, he's hand leaving my hair and snaking to my neck while the other remained on my face. "Each and every part of you is mine."
My eyes almost popped out of its sockets as he went on and on about every part of me being his. Then he's hand clasped around my neck in a very tight hold. He stood straight, staring at me with malice in his eyes. I tried prying his hand away, even tried scratching his arm but he gave no reaction. I needed air, my head was starting to feel full and heavy.
"From now on . . . you are one of my possessions." He demanded with authority. I shook my head rapidly, still trying to get his hand of me. "N-no." I managed to croak. His face immediately darkened.
"Say you're mine!" He ordered, voice thunderous as he continued choking me.
I shook my head again.
His face started turning red, and even under my clouded mind I could still see that his perfectly slanted thick brows were furrowing in anger. Is this going to be the end of me? I trembled.
"Say it!" He repeated, his hand clasping even tightly around my neck.
I need air, I need it bad! So finally I gave in. I nodded my head up and down. I tried speaking but due to the lack of air, there were no words coming out anymore. I struggled to get away from him, but it was as if I wasn't even trying for he remained stoic.
Before I knew it, my consciousness started slipping away.
***TIME SKIP***
As my eyes started to stir open, my ears also perked up hearing people talk from a far distance.
"Where's the sculptor?" I heard the man who was responsible of choking me ask someone.
"We still couldn't find him up to this moment, You're Majesty." Someone said, most probably the person he's talking to.
Wait . . . sculptor? Are they talking about me? Surely not, I'm not the only sculptor in this vast world after all.
"You must find him under any circumstances!" The king ordered in a menacing tone before adding threateningly. "Or else I'll have you skinned alive"
"Yes you're majesty. We will immediately search for the lewd sculptor."
My eyes shoot open. Lewd sculptor? Does he mean me? What does the King want from me? And why is he looking for me when I'm already here? Does he not know? I could feel my heart beat twice as fast as normal as I stared at the ceiling. So many questions were running in my mind, what is happening to my life? Because I'm not exactly sure anymore!
"Finally." I heard someone say out of nowhere. I turned towards the source of the noise and instantly saw the King. "You're awake my pretty little thing." My brows furrowed.
I felt something tick inside me at the last words. I'm not his! I sat down, my feet dangling over the edge of the spacious bed as I looked up at him in front of me.
"Your pretty little thing?" I chuckled as he stared at me with his hands behind his back. "You must be crazy." I said shaking my head and tucking a strand of my long hair to my ear.
I saw amusement swirl inside his cold eyes, a smirk stretching over his face. He bent down, levelling his face to mine and his hand resting on the bed, slightly behind my back.
"What makes you think that you have a choice?" He questioned mockingly. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt his breath fanning over my face.
"The fact that you don't own me." I retorted. His smirk widened, a throaty laugh escaping his lips. I felt insulted at his reaction but before I could even speak again he already beat me to it.
"Oh but I do, your life belongs to me. It is up to me if I let you live or die. You have no choice." He said, his face getting closer to me. I leaned back, avoiding his face from coming closer to me.
"Then I'd rather die."
His face leaned towards me, and again . . . I leaned away.
"That's not your decision to make." He said coldly.
Then he attacked my lips as I fell to the bed.