THE KNIGHT'S DOLL

41. HIS BRIDE FOR ONE-NIGHT...

HEY FELLOWS! HOW ARE YOU ALL?

WELL IT'S BEEN 10 DAYS SINCE LAST UPDATE & I DIDN'T GET ANY REQUEST TO POST EARLY... EITHER YOU GUYS ARE VERY UNDERSTANDING OR WELL... FORGOT ME!  & am an attention-seeking human that I'm, I'd take it as the 1st possibility!🥲

 & looking at this possibility, I'VE DECIDED TO NEVER HAVE AN UNDERSTANDING BF OR HUBBY WHOEVER  MY EVER SINGLE SELF WILL EVER HAVE... UNDERSTANDING PEOPLE HURT! 🥲

SO I'M LATE CAUSE OF FESTIVALS, GUESTS, STUDIES, SLEEP,WEATHER-REALTED-FATIGUE, ETC ETC ETC... HOPE YOU GET ME HERE!

I WROTE THIS CHAPTER FOR MULTIPLE DAYS, & WELL AT LAST COMPLETED IT TODAY SHORTENING IT CAUSE IT TOOK ME A LOT TIME TO FRAME THIS ONE & WELL SHIFT REST PART FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER...

ENJOY READING, I CAN BICKER LATER! LOL!

Ishana gulped hard as she took baby-steps with her stiffened, chilled body towards the door she was guided to by the maids.

She felt like they all had been giving her judging looks, she felt like the walls were glaring at her, the sky growling at her, the birds accusing her, the winds tormenting her, with each one of them, the spoken & the silence calling her a 'WHORE'... But she shook her head at all these thoughts taking in deep breaths...

She was scared... No, she was terrified, so much so that even the breaths she took in were shaky, she felt her body cold with icy-sweat marring her whole form even in this whole air-conditioned penthouse of her captor.

She couldn't rest, nor relieve even when she was being given all the treatments by the beauticians, they did their work mechanically doing things to her body she didn't even know existed.

She had dared to ask them why all these, when they said the Knight doesn't touch just anyone, & that his women are royalty... But she wasn't his woman, she knew her place, she was going to be his whore, & a whore is a whore no matter how many honey-coated words are thrown her way.

She felt like a lamb getting readied for it's sacrifice in some ritual, but she'd be sacrificed for his lust, nothing more... That's what she'd sacrifice herself for, merely his lust, all cause of her idiocy!

She couldn't feel any pain even when they tormented her body, she didn't even know what they did to her, cause the fear which made her skin crawl in anticipations & apprehensions made her feel nothing else, but his words, his footsteps, & accusations in several voices...

The tempest going on within her made her numb to all the external pains or senses... 

She was being forcefully fed, but she could taste nothing, she was being readied, but she smelt, saw nothing, she was being complimented but she heard nothing... It felt like she is nothing but a walking dead, a shaky lamp of life ready to loose it's last rays in his storm...

Had it been some other time, Ishana would have been bored for being in supervision of those torturing beauticians for hours, but this time she wanted them to torture her skin all they could. She didn't care even if they ripped her skin off her flesh, & wanted them to keep her with them, forever... No agony could be larger for her than blemishing her whole life by the hands of the man she considered, & whom her naive heart yet considers her love, her life...

She stood in front of the door, & held it's knob with her shaking hands, balancing her body... She knew nothing would be the same after she enters in this door, the door to the den of her predator, her ruin-er, her destroyer, her Knight turned nightmare...