Charlotte's POV
'This is the worst,' I seethed inwardly as Leon's unwelcome touch invaded my most intimate space. It was a nauseating blend of embarrassment and disgust, like a foul taste lingering in my mouth. Never before had I felt such visceral revulsion towards anyone. Not even Father, who callously sold me into this predicament, elicited such a vehement response. Yes, I felt betrayed by him, but the raw disgust I felt towards Leon was unparalleled.
I knew Leon, albeit not as intimately as those in my inner circle. His name carried infamy, yet I had always perceived him as somewhat good-natured. After all, he had once rescued me from a kidnapping attempt. But as his hands violated me now, any semblance of decency dissolved, revealing him for the scum he truly was.
My hands gripped the edges of the fabric of the maid skirt I was wearing as he touched me, my teeth sinking into my lip.
I refused to make a sound. Not from this.
