Trigger warning: A little physical violence. Death too, maybe.
"I touched her! Did everything you would ever imagine and she loved it." He yelled, pulling against the chains that bounded him and making no progress.
Someone had hit him from behind earlier and he had passed out. His head was aching and his whole body was in pain from how tightly the chains hugged his skin.
He had woken up to see himself in a dungeon and soon afterward, he had been dragged here.
Into this dark, empty, place. The only light was the torch in the King's hand that reflected on his golden mask.
"She screamed my name. Told me she wished I was you and she didn't have to pretend to tolerate you just so you wouldn't kill her. You monster!" He struggled to stand up from the laying position they had pushed him into.
It was uncanny to watch the King so still in front of him, his mask putting him at a great disadvantage in gauging his reaction to his words.
Did he believe him?
