Unravel Me

Chapter 9

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Watching from behind the wall she self consciously lifted her hands to her head, feeling the new length that became her hair.

Liliana tried getting her wits about her, gathering all the courage she could manage before marching to the line that had been made. A mouth full of air was sucked into her mouth to calm the gittery nerves that was getting the best of her.

Looking ahead, her eyes zoomed in on the man from yesterday standing before her, he had a piece of board with paper attached to it, she watched as the men were questioned for suitable requirements, those that didn't reach that standard was shued away. Her stomach grumbled as she watched the accepted one's getting stew after walking unto the ship, it reminded her that she hasn't eaten since the night of the ball. She was hungry and dehydrated, going a day and a half without food.

Saliva dripped from her mouth as the smell wraft and ticked her nostril, causing her to go into a world of her own. Before long she was standing at the front of the line being towered over by the muscled man, not a word left her lips before he fired off some questions.

Name: Andrew

Age: 20

From: Here

Shm scoffed the man, chucking a little while writing on the board.

Skill: cleaner

Looking up and down her frame the man threw some garment at her and gestured towards the ship, from where she was standing she could see all the men eating, her heart skipped another beat just at the thought of having some.

Liliana's leg trebled as she climbed abroad the ship, right before she was fully on her title was thrown at her. She took a deep breath and gulped once more, joining the line of men and waiting for her turn.

Quickly finding a space on the floor she devoured her meal. The stew ran along her lips and down her chin, creating a delicious line to her throat. Quickly swiping at it with the back of her hands she hurriedly kicked it clean. Her belly no longer growled, the strength slowly returned to her feet and starvation slowly left her.

Not before long all hands on deck was being shouted, quickly standing to her feet she walked to get a better look. Eyes wide in anticipation she looked as the ship removed anchor and began sailing.

Sighing to herself Liliana watched from the deck as the castle grew smaller and smaller in the distance, her being safer and safer, the wind blowing whatever remained of her long glorious hair.

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The castle was in turmoil as they tried searching the entire kingdom for the servant who hurt the crown Prince. The Queen seetheth in anger over the whole situation. She couldn't believe that servant girl had the guts to hit her son. He was the future king for God's sake. From the day that girl was purchased from the trade she had never liked her, there was just something she couldn't stand.

Queen Olivia thoughts paced back and forth as she contemplated what to do, she couldn't stand for this, being a laughing stock among the kingdom. How could Fredrick be so foolish, couldn't he have called her down to the dungeon? or ordered her to his room. Sighing she shook her head at the stupidness of her son.

I must find him she thought to herself, lifting herself and the gown she wore off her bed.

she was careful not to brush against the still form of the old king, the breath of life leaving his body stiff from hours ago. She chuckled to herself at the thought of him, remembering everything from the night of the ball till now, moving over to the drawer she slowly opened and removed what she took from the king, carefully gripping it within her warm palm and bringing it to her lips.

Peaking over at him his eyes remained open, a twinkle of laughter remaining in their depths, regamortis causing his mouth to be frozen in laughter, all the teeth that was left in his old age peaking through, taking one last look at the old kings she existed the room, leaving him covered under the sheets nacked as the day he was born.

Walking into the hall she could hear commotion, the level of noise causing her steps to hasten towards the sound of her son's voice, rushing into the room she gasp at the anger in her son's face, the previous annoyance she felt for him left. Leaning against the wall a smile slipped upon her lips, preparing herself to watch the show before her, nothing giving her more joy than seeing her son in action.

"Find her! Find her now! If you dare think to come back without her you will regret it. Spread it around this kingdom, whoever finds that girl must bring her in, anyone found arboring her will be subjected to death." Fredrick exclaimed.

You could practically see the anger coming from him in waves, his eyes glowed brightly with emotion as he stared through the castle window. His fist clenching upon the thought of not finding her, his teeth grinded together in hopes of controlling himself, preventing himself from killing someone. The air rushed from within his nose at a rapid speed as he tried to think rationally.

He wanted to search the kingdom himself, wanted to kill everyone he came in contact with. He felt like killing the men and capturing their wives, holding them in a cell for his own sick pleasure. Listening to them begging for release, not knowing the only release is death. He would take all of them by force, whipping them and hearing their sweet cries, he could almost cum at the thought.

The anger slowly crept from him as he pictured thier legs tied wide open, stretching them to unbelievable length, their white succulent flesh begging from him to taste, to punish, to enjoy. He pictured having the husband watching, begging, crying, pleading with him not to take his wife.

He could hear himself laughing at the poor soul. Wiping any hope of him stopping. The tears of the wife would glitter beautifully in the fire, tears that would continue falling as he pleasures himself with her, ravishing her forcefully, watching her body jerk in pain with each stroke, each powerful thrust, her eyes would be closed in hopes of forgetting, in hopes of being somewhere else, in hopes of not being taken in front of her husband. He would grip her breast harsly and bite into it, punishment for being a woman, punishment for him not being able to feel the tightness of Liliana. He would make each woman pay, make them feel the terror he has inside, make them feel the blunt of his fantasy, allowing them to feel what Liliana couldn't. Atleast not yet.

Slowly stepping away from the window he smiled, just that thought alone ease his mind, he will find her. He must.