Forced Love

chapter 29

When I finally regained conscious I was severely disoriented. I couldn’t move. Partly because I was sore from being beaten but also because I was tied faced down. Through my blurry vision I could see thick manacles wrapped around my wrists. From the surroundings I could tell that I was back in mine and Drake’s room, but more importantly I was shackled to the bed.  I moved my legs, but they too were restricted by chains. Each limb was tied to one of the four corners of the bed, spread apart like a vigil sacrifice. My blood ran cold when I realized the state of my body.

I was naked, not a stitch of clothing was on me, and bared to whomever walked in.

Tears fell as I thought of how I got into this situation. I should have never entered that maze. Who was I thinking? The only way I will escape from this hell is death, I shouldn’t have tried to find the way out. If I hadn’t of gone in there then the king wouldn’t have had the chance to follow me in and attempt to force himself on me.

But still….how was any of this my fault? Why can’t Drake understand that I wasn’t being adulterous, and didn’t want the attention from his father? Drake is blind if he thinks I was seeking his father out to have sex with him.  I was screaming my head off! I was fighting him when Drake pulled him off me! Yet still I am going to be punished…

I sob harder when I think of what he will do to me this time. I had never been tied down before. I want to have my hands and feet free when he hurts me, to defend myself.

I struggle against the chains, but there is barely any slack. I can’t even rise to my hands and knees. The steel is hard, and even though I know there is no way to escape without the key I still try.

A laugh slices through the room, louder then the clanking of the shackles. I immediately freeze.

My eyes stare straight down at the sheets as I wait. I know who that laugh belongs to.

“It brings me great joy watching you squirm naked on my bed, chained and completely defenseless.” Drake’s deep voice rumbled.

Finally I force myself to move and crane my neck around. I could barely see him lounging on a chair in the corner of the room through the darkness. A dull candle illuminated his dark eyes that were glaring at me in an evil way. His lips were quirked up in a smirk.

I didn’t know what to do or say. What does one do in this type of situation? Tied to a bed, and like he said, completely defenseless.

My throat hurt from where he had choked me previously, and when I spoke it came out raspy “D-drake… what are you doing? Stop this, whatever this is. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

At the end, I broke out into a fit of coughs, unable to bear the burning sensation around my throat.

The Dark Prince laughed at this. “You didn’t do anything wrong Elizabeth? You tried to fornicate with no other than my father. You knew how much I hated him, and still chose to whore yourself out to him. Because of you I was forced to kill him!”

I flinch at that, recalling the memory of him stabbing his father over and over again in his chest. Oh God, he killed his own father, what is going to stop him from killing me?