A Pet for the Dragons

29.

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ARIKA

Cleopatra and I have a lot in common. You see, she was a queen, and I liked to think of myself as the queen of the seas. She was exiled from Egypt, and I was caught up with the dragons here. You can see how strikingly similar our situations were.

She was beautiful, charming and cunning. And so was I. She's said to be the greatest seductress in history. And I'd have my name right under hers after I died. It was just a matter of time.

Actually, I almost liked to believe that I was her in my previous life, so it was natural for me to read up more about her to recall my old ways.

I read that when her brother-husband exiled her, she seduced Julius Caesar to regain her kingdom. Here I was, trying to find a way to deceive the dragons and escape this place— same thing.

Anyway, on to how she seduced Caesar. She wrapped herself in a bedroll and waited in Julius Caesar's room. When he entered the room, she unrolled from the bedroom and appeared in front of him like Venus in Botticelli's painting, Birth of Venus.

If that bedroll trick could seduce a king, then Rad was just a mere dragon.

I mean, a dragon who could breathe fire, so yeah, I'd have to be extra careful because of that aspect, but still, I knew it would work fine on him. This trick always works with anything.

Trust me.

I continued throwing my legs, making it harder for him to carry me wherever he was taking me. He took me down several winding stone corridors before he started climbing downstairs, and for a moment, I stopped when the temperature around me dropped significantly.

This meant only one thing... he was taking me to the castle dungeon.

The realisation made me kick my harder. It wasn't an act anymore. I was terrified for a second. I wondered what he was going to do me down in the dungeon. Would he kill me? Or worse.

Would he rape me?

I wanted to scream for Ivret, but Radrox had my mouth covered with his hand, and no matter how hard I tried, not much noise came out. I was fighting tooth and nail for Radrox to free me, but nothing worked. In fact, he didn't even seem to be impacted by it all, and this intensified my fear.

This was just a demonstration of his strength. If he wished, he could snap my neck even before I could blink an eye. The realisation made me shudder, but if he thought he could get away by manhandling me, then he was about to get a big surprise.

I might not be as strong as him, but I had the brains and knew how to use it well. Even though Radrox was a dragon, he was a man— an ugly man at that, and I knew exactly how to get to ugly men.

I started plotting revenge as Radrox walked down a dark hallway, and the temperature was worse here.

"Where are you taking me!" I shrieked when he finally took his hand off my mouth.

"This is my dungeon," Radrox spoke. His voice was dark and gruff, and I could feel it vibrating through my whole body, making me shiver more. "The screams here will not reach the upper floors,"

There was something so sickeningly sardonic in his tone. I contemplated biting his back, but that wouldn't get me anywhere in the long run. I needed to play this right. I needed to focus on my plan— the Cleopatra bedroll trick!

"I'll keep that in mind," I told him darkly. For a moment, I felt his shoulder tense under me, but he proceeded to walk and kicked a door open. Suddenly, I was in a well-lit and hot room. I wondered where this place was, but I didn't have to wonder for long because he soon laid me down.

In the most elegant way possible, I rolled myself out of the furs and sat up. Ivret had taken away my old clothes for washing, and hence, I was completely naked under the furs.

I looked around and saw a giant fire pit in the centre of the room, like the chimney of an active volcano. It was hot enough to light and warm the room, and I was already sweating. I noticed a lot of tools lining the walls and realised this might be an ironsmith's workplace.

"What is this place?" I asked, looking at Radrox, who stood by one of the walls and glared hard at me. However, I didn't miss how his eyes travelled all over my body, lingering longer on my breasts— especially the one that had my nipple tattooed in a heart shape. Even though his red eyes were burning bright and hot, there was a certain kind of darkness to them I was all too familiar with.

See? Didn't I say that the bedroll trick works?

"You'll find out soon," Radrox growled, and I heard the metal clinking. I fought my terrified shudder and locked my eyes with his.

"Are you going to rape me?" I asked calmly. His eyes widened, and his nostrils flared as if I'd offended him somehow. He looked pissed, and instead of being terrified, I laughed and told him, "If you want your dick wet, then just ask,"

"Don't tell me what to do," he growled, and I saw him bring out chains. I was going to throw an insult back, but the sight of chains made me freeze. I contemplated running, but I remembered how that ended up last time. There was no way I could outrun him, and there was no escape from here. I'd die the moment I stepped out of the castle.

This realisation made my heart shrink. I glared back at Radrox fiercely. If he were to force himself on me, then I was going to fight him hard till my last breath. I'd die an honourable death.

"What are those for?" I dared to ask him. The answer came as he flung the chains on my feet, and somehow, they locked my legs together. I let out a panicked shriek and tried to get the chains off, but the next moment, my hands were being chained too, and I was pinned to a wall while Radrox stood in front of me with a smug look on his ugly face.

"Now we can talk," He said, trying not to stare at my breasts. I could tell that he was fighting hard not to gawk at me blatantly.

"Let's talk then," I huffed, ensuring my breasts jiggled.

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