Chapter 2: I shall cause you scream my name

I was motionless due to his breath striking the back of my neck. He maintained his grip on my body, and my neck remained locked in his arm.

'How many times did I swallow?' I moved my hand to my stockings again, but he stopped me before I could do so. I attempted to strike him with the elbow of my hand, but he dissuaded me.

"You are not permitted to do the second trick on me." Each time he spoke, I could feel his words pulling on my skin.

My pulse became more rapid. I hadn't begun yet, but a leash had already been tied to my neck. "How did you regain consciousness after the drug I gave you?" My tone of voice remained severe, and I was determined not to be scared by him. I intended to remove my hand, but he had no trouble slipping it behind my back and releasing his grip on my neck. 'Who is this man? Why is he so strong?'

Additionally, since I couldn't smell him, I had yet to learn who he was or whether he was indeed the Lycan King!

When the guards approached us, I heard the sound of steel. It took a minute before they finally showed up. I attempted to attack the man again. However, despite my desire to shift, I could not do it because of the chain in my body.

"...Lycan."

"Theodore, Lycan..." The guards spoke one after the other and then knelt on one of their knees to pay homage to the person behind me. My heart sank as the rage inside me burst like a volcano. Who...

This was the man who assassinated Archer...

"Secure her in an underground cell, and I'll pay her a visit after the masquerade party." As he instructed one of the guards, his voice was deep.

One guy rose to his feet and carried chains. He placed them on my wrist and foot just before I was shoved by the guy behind me-- When I finally glimpsed the man, he was dressed entirely in royal regalia. If he was earlier naked, he was now dressed in a long crimson robe emperor gown. He was also wearing a crown. His stance provided you with varying tensions. I was astonished by his face and long hair, which was perfect for the royal robe he was wearing.

He locked his gaze on me, and my eye remained where he stood. Three men already had me in their clutches. Perhaps they were terrified that I would unexpectedly battle them. How would I do that? No matter how powerful I would be, I could not free myself from these heavy chains, all the more so now that Darkmoon had made these unbreakable chains.

They had already compelled me to accompany them, but I needed to figure out how I lost sight of whom they referred to as Theodore. We entered the palace, and it was then that I realized its enormity. No additional guests had come, and hence no one had seen me yet. 

As we neared the hall where the party would be held, the guy pressed a button, and the wall fell, forming a stairway leading to a dark spot.

I was frozen, yet the chains rang again as I struggled to continue. I would have questioned where they would put me. Regardless, I had lost consciousness because of the substance injected into my shoulder. My body just succumbed, and my vision went completely black.

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I opened my eyes and tried to move but could not do so since my foot and hand were bound to the bed. My wrist was lifted on both bed posts, which were now inflexible due to the rope. I examined my feet and saw it was open because of a lengthy metal between my legs. This was a metal spreader that the royals employed when one of their pack members violated the rules. This was often used to expand their feet when hanging in the air to receive punishment.

To serve as the crook's focal point. I also couldn’t speak as I felt my mouth tied to the back of my head with a cloth.

"MmMhh." I was at a significant disadvantage and could only whimper. 

When my eyes went to my side, I saw the guy seated in a corner-- a king, no doubt; his legs were crossed and eyes locked on mine. I stared furiously at him. I wanted my stares to become daggers every time I looked at him because I wished them to strike his body while his blood flowed.

The surroundings remained black, but the candle provided a glimmer of light in between, which allowed us to see each other. His lips formed a meaningful grin, and he spoke, "You are awake."

As I tried to escape once again, the iron bed chimed. He confronted me, and as he brushed his fingers over my body, my eyes widened, and my body shivered. I sensed how our skin fondled one another; this was the first time I had felt anything like this. 

I lifted my head and bowed to my body, and it was then that I realized I was undressed. As a reaction, I struggled even harder, despite my wrist already aching from the effort. Nevertheless, my body froze and ceased functioning—- with him a single hit to my body I was already writhing in agony.

I nearly vomited blood, was in excruciating pain, and seemed to lose consciousness again. Notwithstanding my desire to shut my eyes, I skimmed at him and observed his eyes were black and devoid of any hint of sympathy.

"What I despise about everyone is the person incapable of reprimanding." His voice resonated with strength, and if anyone heard it would be scared as hell... but not me.

I wanted to reach and touch my stomach because the heat was still around it. I was terrified as he drew out his canine teeth and seemed to be about to attack me.

I could no longer fight back as he removed the cloth from my mouth and kept going. "And as I've said before, I shall cause you to scream my name."