Trigger warnings: Mature content, Non-consensual sexual content, Psychological abuse/manipulation, Emotional manipulation, Physical restraint and captivity
For a moment, Valeria was frozen. His hands roamed over her body, possessive and unyielding. One hand gripped her hip roughly, while the other traced the curve of her waist, slowly creeping toward the underside of her breast. A small gasp escaped her lips, and in that instant, the king seized the opportunity, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Her heart hammered in her chest, and tears welled in her eyes. She despised every moment of this, and she wanted it to stop.
With a surge of defiance, Valeria carefully reached beneath her pillow. She wouldn't surrender without a fight. Before the king had arrived, she had shattered the bathroom mirror and hidden a large shard under her pillow. Now, her hand found it, the sharp edge biting into her palm. She didn't care if it tore her skin; anything was better than enduring this.
With a final, desperate movement, she thrust the shard toward his throat, her eyes filled with fury. She knew the consequences—she would be executed for killing the king, but that fate seemed far more merciful than the one he was forcing upon her.
However, the king anticipated her move. He had learned to read her too well. As the shard sliced through the air, he swiftly raised his hand, intercepting the blade. The shard embedded itself deep into his palm, but the king showed no sign of pain. Instead, he looked down at her with a chilling grin.
"Was that your plan? Really?" he chuckled darkly. "I expected more of you, my dear."
Valeria's heart raced as she realized the futility of her attempt. Without the shard, she had nothing left to defend herself with. Her breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling with panic. With one final burst of energy, she punched him and tried to wriggle free from beneath him, but he was too strong. His grip tightened, and he effortlessly pinned her back onto the bed.
"Not so fast," he murmured, amusement in his voice. "Now stop struggling, or I'll have to tie you down."
In a desperate attempt to break free, Valeria flailed with every ounce of strength she had left. "Let go, you psychopath!" she screamed, but it was no use. Her body was overpowered by his.
Then, the king spoke the words that made her blood run cold. "Guards!"
The door to the chamber flew open, and two guards rushed inside. Valeria's face flushed with humiliation as she realized she was barely covered by the sheer nightgown, but she fought with all her might. The king held her down while the guards moved swiftly, each grabbing one of her wrists and tying them to the headboard with no hesitation.
"No! Stop! Have you lost your mind?!" Valeria screamed in defiance, but her efforts were futile. The three men, united in their strength, rendered her immobile. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as tears began to spill down her face. The bonds around her wrists were now secure, and her breath came in ragged gasps.
"You bastard!" she sobbed, glaring at the king with all the hatred she could muster.
The king's lips curled into a smug grin as he looked down at her, seemingly unbothered by the pain in his hand. "This is your fault," he said, his tone cold and indifferent. "You chose to resist. You chose to attack me. Be grateful I don't punish you further for it."
He pulled the shard out of his palm and tossed it aside before ripping a strip from the blanket and wrapping it around his hand. His eyes remained fixed on her as he spoke, as though savoring the moment.
"Now, where were we?" he murmured with a hint of amusement. "Ah, yes. We were kissing before you tried to stab me. Let's continue from there."
He crawled back onto the bed, his body looming over hers. She tried to kick him, but without her hands there wasn't much she could do. "Stop! Get off!"
He pinned her legs with his hands and spread them, her nightgown coming up to her mid-thigh. Her cheeks flushed. "Don't be like that. The more you fight, the worse it will be for you. If you are a good girl and stop resisting, I will be gentle with you. I promise." The king said in that annoyingly gentle voice she hated.
"Please, just stop... I beg you." She sobbed.
"Shh, shh, don't cry, little one. I will be gentle, okay?" The king said gently, pulling her nightgown up to her waist. The maids hadn't given her any underwear, so her lower half was bare. Her whole face turned red. She still didn't know what was going to happen, and that unnerved her even more. She thought she was going to die of embarrassment and humiliation when he suddenly spread her legs.
"W-what are you doing?! Stop it!" She stuttered in a shaky voice as she tried to close her legs, but his hands gripped her thighs tightly.
"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you, in fact I'm going to make you feel good." He said with a grin. Make her feel good?! What did that mean?! Her struggles were futile and suddenly he put his hand between her legs and touched her. She didn't understand what he was touching or what he was doing but, oh Lord, it felt amazing.
"S-stop... what are you doing?!" She hated the way her voice was getting breathless.
"You don't know anything about this, do you? So naive and innocent... I am touching your sweet clit right now, which will make you climax and feel good." The king said with a grin. Valeria didn't understand what half of it meant. She didn't want to feel good. She bit her lip to keep from making a sound. She felt embarrassed and humiliated for feeling good. Something built up inside her, her legs started to shake.
"Wait! This feels weird... stop." She said breathlessly as she threw her head back onto the pillow, tears welling in her eyes.
"Just let it happen, just feel it. Come for me, my dear." And with that she reached her climax. She had never felt anything like it before. Her back arched off the bed and she couldn't stop a moan from escaping her lips.
Her pride, once so unyielding, had been shattered. As the king withdrew his hand, Valeria instinctively closed her legs, the weight of her humiliation pressing down on her chest like a heavy stone. Her body trembled, not just from the physical strain but from the crushing emotional toll. Without warning, she broke down. The tears came in a flood, her chest heaving as she curled her legs toward her body, seeking some semblance of protection. The sobs wracked her entire frame, and she felt the last of her strength drain away.
The king, seemingly unaffected by the storm of emotions that swept through her, untied her wrists with an unsettling calmness. Then, in one smooth motion, he scooped her up into his arms. She tensed, wanting to fight, but there was nothing left in her—no energy, no resolve. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his lap now an anchor for her broken spirit.
"Shh," he whispered, his voice soft but laced with an unsettling tenderness. "It's okay. I won't go any further today. We'll finish what we started some other time."
Valeria's mind reeled. There's more? She couldn't comprehend the cruelty of it all—her body was exhausted, her spirit worn down, yet he still spoke of more. The reality of it hit her like a tidal wave. Her sobs deepened, each breath a jagged sob as she struggled to make sense of the twisted affection he was offering, the comfort that came from the very hands that had caused her so much pain.
She didn't push him away. She wanted to, but a part of her, one she loathed to admit, felt the strange pull of his warmth. She hadn't felt anything resembling affection in so long, and now, even from him—her captor, her tormentor—it was a comfort she couldn't resist. She buried her face into his chest, the tears flowing freely, her body trembling not just from fear but from the conflicting emotions she couldn't untangle.
The king held her without any rush, his hands gently stroking her hair as if he were soothing a child rather than a woman he had just tormented. Why does this feel… Valeria couldn't bring herself to finish the thought, couldn't confront the raw vulnerability that was creeping up on her.
Her cries eventually softened, the weight of her sorrow exhausting her. Her eyelids fluttered, heavy with the pull of sleep, and before she could resist, her body gave in to the exhaustion. She fell asleep in his arms, her form limp and defenseless against the man who had broken her in more ways than one.