(Warning- This chapter depicts some contents of non-con and self harm. So if anyone is traumatized by it then it is advised to not read the chapter.)
Everyone inside the dressing room had their eyes widened.
The maids lowered down their heads, hiding their blush.
"You, you look so beautiful, Ado."
"Adonis bro, you really, woahhhh."
Ozias who had came back from acedamy today also gasped in admiration.
Lucia, Mila and Rufus nodded their head in unison.
"Ha ha, thank you so much, my dear sisters and brothers."
Adonis was wearing the same burgundy suit but now it didn't have those long chains hanging all over it. Those were taken out skillfully and only the golden embroidery on the border was left.
Adonis had stayed inside Arnall Mansion for almost all his life so his skin was as white as milk. The Burgundy colour complimented him like it was made just to be worn by him. His brown and wavy short bob made him look like the most beautiful male god.
If you liked men then you'd be down on your knees when you saw him and if you like women you'd want to rethink your preference once again.
Noticing the crooked cloth a maid tried adjusting it.
But the sudden touch from behind scared Adonis pretty bad.
The maid was pushed to the ground and he too was standing in the corner, eyes full of shock and no one noticed, fear.
Adonis has become sensitive to touch these days. He despised it. And also got scared of it. He felt dirty, like he was being contaminated.
"Bro, you good?"
Adonis nodded his head. Regaining back to his composure he walked to the maid,"Are you okay? I apologize, I was shocked."
"Please don't apologize, Young Master. It was this maid's fault for trying to smooth the clothes without informing."
"Thank you for understanding. I'm sorry."
The maid nodded and blushed.
How can there exist a beauty who was this kind and humble?
"Now, let's go."
Adonis nodded his head and flashed a fake smile. He knew how to do that very well.
When Adonis entered the hall, everyone one had their eyes and mouth wide open.
How can some be so good looking?
If someone said that there were some people in the world with the Angel's blood, everyone would look at him. If he wasn't qualified to be an angel's descendant then who would be?
Adonis walked around greeting people.
Isolde came smiling to him while he was talking and took him to the corner.
"What the- what are you wearing? Where is the suit I chose for you?"
"It's the same suit, sister."
Isolde looked again and said, visibly irritated,"Then where are the gold? I chose that suit because it had enough goldwork to add to your reputation. This is so simple."
"That was too much for me-"
"What too much? You're already twenty but still acting like a child. You don't know the seriousness of a situation. You dissapoint me time and again, brother."
Isolde saw Count Arwin and went to talk to him, changing her expression quickly.
Adonis's condition was bad to begin with and because of those words, his spirit which he thought could hold on till the end of the party was tired in a second. He just wanted the party to end quickly so he could go to his room and curl into a ball in his bed.
Since Adonis was the star of the party, he had to go around talking with everyone.
He was talking with a group of nobles who were in clothing business to help Mila's boutique when a soft and sudden whiff of a familiar smell passed by.
It was very subtle but Adonis was traumatized by it enough to know it. His face turned pale in no second.
"Is the Young Master okay?"
Adonis smiled with much effort, trying to control the soft trembling in his body and said,"I'm just a bit unwell. But it's fine."
"Please take care of yourself, Young Master. The weather is about to change soon."
"Thank you for the Count's concern."
"My dear brother."
Adonis turned around when he heard Isolde's thin honeyed voice.
"We have a very special guest here who came to wish you on your birthday. Greet the prince."
Adonis looked at the man with golden hair standing beside her. He had a affectionate smile on his face but that smile looked quite lethal to him.
He looked like a snake, smooth silky but ready to pounce on you any second.
Adonis and the people behind him all did a full bow on their right knee to the first prince of the kingdom, Maximus Atkinson.
Maximus's gaze was focused on a certain beauty in Burgundy Suit.
"Rise. All of you."
Adonis along with all stood up. The others left leaving only Maximus, Isolde and Adonis there
He was feeling extremely uneasy for some reason.
"Thank you so much to the First Prince for coming to this humble subject's birthday."
"You look like a deer."
Adonis's heart stopped.
Using his last bit of strength to suppress the trembling, he spoke, forcing a smile,"I beg his Highness's pardon."
"You look like a deer. Extremely beautiful but delicate. Like something will happen to you if pressed mistakenly exerted a bit of force while handling you. But at the same time make people want to possess you, protect you and own you."
Adonis's temperament, patience and endurance were all cracking up.
Maximus spoke again,"No need to be so formal. You needn't kneel down from next time. I allow you to shake hands."
He walked towards the frozen Adonis and took his hands.
The smile of a predator appeared when he saw the beauty trembling due to his touch.
He brough those milkly-white hands to his lips and kissed it.
Adonis broke free his frozen body and jerked his hands.
"I-I am sorry, extremely. I'm n-not feeling well. Please excuse me, His Highness."
Adonis walked past him scared of even looking at him again.
He walked fast, once he was out of the hall, he ran like crazy out of his mansion.
He felt like someone was following him, he ran, sacred, like he was running for his life.
Bits and pieces of memory flashing infront of him today even when he was wide awake.
He was remained of the extremely filthy touches, all over his body as the man whispered,"You look like a deer, Adonis. So beautiful and delicate. Making one want to be extremely cautious with you but makes them want to posses you. All."
He turned the naked Adonis on his stomach and started smacking his ass.
"I'll do that. I'll take this beautiful, delicate body of yours. You were born to be a whore. But only I will possess you. You'll be my slut, my whore. Only me. Only I will be able to fuck this beautiful deer. Soon my deer soon."
The man scooped Adonis in his arms, hugging him so tight that it was suffocating to the drugged person.
"You'll know only me."
Adonis fell on the ground.
He didn't feel any pain.
He was trembling. He was scared. He was scared to his wits.
It was him.
First Prince was the person who captured him.
Now all of the thing made sense.
How people were scared of him, how he was exclusive. How he was treated.
He was more scared now.
He wants to hide. He needs to hide. No, he won't let that happen to him again.
He doesn't want to feel filthy like that again. He doesn't want to be treated like that again. He doesn't want to be talked to like that again. He doesn't want to be drugged and suffocated again.
Somebody save him. God please, someone.
Ahhhhhhhhh.
His hands. Adonis looked at the hand Maximum kissed on.
They were dirty. He was dirty. His whole being was dirty.
He went to the fountain near him. He washed his hands. No matter how much he washed, he didn't feel it was clean enough.
He looked at himself and everywhere on his body started itching.
He went inside the cold water.
But he didn't feel the cold at all.
He rubbed his hands like crazy.
Still not clean enough.
Then he rubbed his hands on the rough stone of the fountain.
He rubbed to the extend that blood came out, his skin came out and the white part under the skin was being seen.
Still not clean enough.
Should be chop his hands off?
But them what about his dirty body?
Should he dismember himself?
Adonis started hitting the hands on the fountain like crazy.
That seems right.
He'll hit himself, maybe that can clean him.
The blood slowly flowing from the place he hit to the clean water, changing its colour.
He hit his head on the fountain once, blood immediately started oozing out of his forehead.
Adonis smiled.
He was about to hit his head again when he was held from behind.