Karandy slammed the door shut before he released Danika from his arms. A wicked victorious smile stretched his lips as he looked at the former princess. “At last,” he groaned to himself in satisfaction. “At—fucking—last.”
Danika glanced at the man that suddenly grabbed her away and locked her in the storeroom with him. Terror filled her because he had a knife with him. “Let me go!” she demanded, meaning to keep most of the intoxicating fear from her voice.
“You are in no position to give commands, Princess,” he mocked, chuckling at her.
Danika took a deep breath and tried again, walking right past him to the door. “Please, let me go. Why would you bring me here!?”
He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her right back to him, pressing the knife to her lower back again. “Don’t do that.”
Danika froze. “The king will execute you for this. You better let me go, or I will report this to the king!”
That devilish laughter came again. Then Danika felt his hand clamped on one of her breasts. A scream erupted from her throat at the excruciating pain, and his other hand shot to her mouth, smothering the pained sound. He didn’t stop squeezing until Danika thought he’d crush her breast and her nipple would fall off.
“Stop! Please!” His hand muffled her pleas, and she writhed against him, thrashing to pull free.
“Let me make something clear, Princess. You do not get to threaten me. Not today. You can only ask the gods to keep me in a good mood on this day, so I won’t strangle you after I take what I want from you over and over again.” Finally, his hand released her abused bosom, and he stepped back.
Her eyes watered, and she looked around fanatically for an escape. This can’t be happening! This can’t be!! She had a sickening feeling in her gut about what he wanted from her, and bile rose in her throat. Over her dead body would she allow that!
“Money! I will give you money if you just let me go!” she screamed at him. Her fear and will to escape that hellish fate overrode her sense of reasoning, and she made a run for the door again.
Before Karandy could reach for her, a wave of dizziness found her first. She cried out as the room tilted. She lost her balance. His repulsive hand caught her and lifted her off her feet.
“Let me go! Let me go now! Help!!!!” she screamed again.
Karandy forced her down on the hay bed he made in the storeroom and came down on top of her aggressively. He wrapped his hand around her collared neck and squeezed tightly, cutting off her scream… and her breath.
She made choking sounds, trying to drag breaths into her system. Karandy was already raving mad about her stubbornness. He was tempted to beat her brutally and strangle her to death, not minding the mistress’s instructions. He tried to get himself under control by taking deep breaths to calm his anger. But he could take sexual pleasures from her body as much as he wanted, and however he wanted after he drugged her. But sleeping with her dead body was not something he wanted.
“Will you keep your mouth shut and do everything I want, or do you want me to strangle you to death!?” he snarled angrily, his hands tightening on her throat.
Danika’s lungs burned from lack of air; she couldn’t breathe at all. Helpless tears wouldn’t stop flowing from her eyes, past her ears, to the white piece of cloth he spread beneath her. She nodded her head vigorously, thrashing under him in her effort to throw his hand off and take oxygen into her lungs.
Finally, he loosened his hand and pulled back from her. She gasped in air in large quantities, and all the fight knocked out of her. Suddenly, she felt so tired. Her throat hurt. Her inside burns. Her breasts were aching badly.
“Useless cunt. You think yourself all high and mighty?” He leaned closer, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at him. “The only thing I have ever wanted from you was your body. If you had allowed me to take you whenever I wanted, then—if you had agreed to my offer, then in the mines—none of this would be happening!”
“Please, let me go. I’m feeling so unwell, and you’re hurting me,” she cried miserably, wanting to be anywhere but where she was now. “I’m p-pregnant. You’re h-hurting me.”
“I know you’re carrying the king’s child. Good luck with that one. You have a death wish, keeping an abomination like that thing in your belly.” He reached for her clothes.
She crawled backwards until her back hit the wall, scurrying out of his reach. “No! Please, don’t hurt my baby. Don’t hurt me. I’m s-sorry for everything I did, but please, don’t do this!”
He had wasted enough time. This woman had featured in every one of his erotic fantasies, and now he had a chance to live them. Having her well away from people behind closed doors and at his mercy had given him a hard, painful boner. Blazes, he couldn’t wait to explore her. He wanted to take her body while she screamed and fought him—the thought turned him on—but he knew he couldn’t risk it. The plan was to drug her senseless; they were too close to the palace not to.
He reached for the table behind his head and withdrew the pill that would make her high for his cock, and then he could fuck her as long as he wanted before the maid whom the mistress would send arrived.
“Take this.” He extended it to her casually.
Danika looked at the small brown pill with terror. What was that pill? Would it kill her? Hurt her severely? Whatever it was, it must not be a good thing. She shook her head vigorously, pressing herself to the wall.
Karandy hissed impatiently and glared at her. “Listen to me. It’s either you take this all by yourself, or I force it down your throat after I’ve beaten you within an inch of your life and strangled the breath out of you. You will have no choice but to take the pill.”
Her cheeks were wet from crying, and she felt very dizzy and tired. “P-please stop. I feel f-faint,” she cried truthfully.
“These pills will help you. Keep you energized and happy. I will make you very happy, and you will only want more,” he said smugly.
Her eyes skittered to his pants, which were distended by his engorged dick. Just the thought of his hands on her body repulsed her, not to mention that part of him. She could never survive it if he raped her. She would fall apart. She would break beyond repair.
“No!” she began screaming at the top of her lungs. “Somebody help me! Some---”
He grabbed hold of her hair and yanked her towards him, cutting off her breath. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her brutally, shutting her up. Danika fought him and nausea with everything she could. She struggled against him, but her strength was no match for his.
He pulled back.
She opened her mouth to scream again.
He forced the pills down her throat and grabbed hold of her neck so she wouldn’t throw it up.
Either she swallowed, or it choked her to death.
Danika closed her eyes in defeat and helplessness and swallowed.
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