Thane took Hana's hand and led her to a grand, ornate room. She struggled against him, but he was too strong. He pushed her onto a velvet couch, his eyes burning with desire.
Hana tried to scramble away, but Thane caught her and pulled her back. He kissed her roughly, his lips bruising hers. Hana begged and cried, pleading with him to stop.
"Please, Thane, don't do this," she sobbed. "You're hurting me." But Thane just laughed, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "You're mine now, Hana," he hissed. "And I'll do what I want with you."
Hana's tears streamed down her face as Thane's hands roamed her body. She felt like she was being ripped apart, her soul shattered into a million pieces.
Just when she thought it was all over, Thane suddenly stopped. He looked at her with a curious expression, his eyes narrowing. "Not yet," he said, his voice dripping with disappointment. "The time isn't right."
Hana was confused, but she didn't care. She was just grateful that the ordeal was over. But then, Thane's expression changed. His eyes turned cold and hard, and he sneered at her.
"You're not worth it," he spat. "You're nothing but a weak, pathetic girl." And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Hana alone and shattered on the couch.
Hana couldn't move. She was paralyzed with shock and pain. She had never felt so abandoned and alone.
As the minutes ticked by, Hana finally found the strength to stand up. She stumbled out of the room, her eyes blinded by tears.
She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she had to get away. Away from Thane, away from the palace, away from the pain.
Thane stepped out onto his majestic balcony, the cool night air enveloping him as he gazed out at the kingdom below. He lit a cigar, the flame casting a warm glow on his chiseled features.
As he smoked, Thane couldn't help but admire his own reflection in the glass door. His sharp jawline and piercing eyes seemed to gleam in the moonlight, and his dark hair was perfectly messy. He flexed his broad shoulders, his chiseled chest evident even under his clothes.
Thane took a long drag on his cigar, feeling the smoke fill his lungs. He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl into the night air as he thought about Hana.
"She's nothing but a weak little girl," he sneered to himself. "I'm the most powerful man in the kingdom. I deserve so much better than her."
As he stood there, Thane's thoughts turned to his own magnificence. He admired his strong hands, his muscular arms, and his chiseled abs. He was a god among mortals, and he knew it.
But as he gazed out at the mansion , Thane's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden noise. He turned to see Hana standing in the doorway, her eyes blazing with determination.
"You may think you're a god, Thane," she said, her voice steady. "But you're not. And I'm going to prove it to you."
Thane raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. What did Hana have planned? He leaned against the balcony railing, ready to see what she would do next.
Thane's eyes narrowed as he gazed at Hana, his lips curling into a sneer. "You think you can threaten me, little girl?" he whispered, his voice dripping with menace. "I'll show you what happens to those who cross me."
With a swift motion, Thane trapped Hana between his arms, his lips inches from her ear. "If you don't keep those pretty lips shut, I'll make sure you regret ever opening them," he hissed, his breath sending shivers down her spine.
Hana's eyes widened as Thane's gaze traced her features, his fingers brushing against her skin. She tried to fidget, but her body seemed to freeze as she inhaled his masculine scent. It was intoxicating, making her feel lightheaded and vulnerable.
Thane's eyes seemed to gleam with satisfaction as he noticed Hana's reaction. "You're already mine," he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. "And soon, I'll make sure you know it."
Hana's mind raced as Thane's words sent a shiver down her spine. She knew she had to escape, but her body seemed to betray her, drawn to Thane's magnetic presence. She was trapped, and she knew it.