Underneath the cloak you saw me, my tanned skin, long white hair and green eyes.
I had walked up to you taking your chin in my hand. You jerked your head away from me.
"Do not resist!" The king yelled with a thunderous fury.
You winced and gritted you teeth staring straight at him before facing forward.
"I apologize, for his rude behavior. Please continue," the man who was both your father and king said.
"It's no problem," I replied.
I continued to look you over, I liked at your eyes, nose, neck, ears, the symmetry of your face, your hair. I moved around you examining your body, your figure, your stance. Everything that was you.
You felt unnerved, by it but did not move or speak. You felt both a sense of dread, and frustration.
You felt violated by me, like I was not a person, like I was an object.
"Strip," I said.
"What!"
"You heard her, do as she says," the king said with a laugh.
Likewise he advisers, and court members smiled and chuckled at the event.
Reluctantly you did as you were told.
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Black Thread (CPN) - Part I
Roman d'amourA cowardly man forced to serve an ancient and powerful Witch. A dark and mysterious woman with magic and powers beyond comprehension. She seeks something almost unobtainable. What kind of path will these two walk? What kind of pain awaits them? Wha...
