Toxic Obsession: Massimo Maxence (Emperor Series, #2) ✔️

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

UNUSUAL IS the icy breeze that comes from the dim twilight. Inconspicuous gray smoke from the candles is being whisked away by the wind as it blows the drapes. From the outside, it appeared as though the trees were shaking wildly as the leaves fell and the wind whistled. The orange-hued lighting were shining and provided the room with a serene aura. The lavish emperor's bedroom's floor was where the mattress was set out in a relaxed manner.

The warm water basin was gently placed next to the mattress by Brielle. The Emperor is lying comfortably on the mattress. When he fell asleep in her arms at the entrance, she became so tense that she almost passed out herself. She would actually give up if the Matron did not assist her. The matron saw her predicament and assigned her the duty of caring for the emperor because she was the one who first noticed his fainting.

She must now take care of him, is that correct? She despises it; he terrifies her; but there is nothing she can do. Seeing his recent and open wounds also made her sad and sympathetic. She ached just from seeing his wounds because they appear to be so awful. It appears that he was only whipped yesterday, or even the day before. How could he have obtained anything so new? She had believed him to be the ideal ruler who would never suffer harm, but what the heck is this?

She had a brief sadness. She is undoubtedly fortunate to have avoided joining this type of family. She is happy that she was raised in a loving family. Despite their lack of wealth, at least she is spared the suffering that nobility like Emperor Massimo go through.

She used a wet cloth to gently wipe his wounded leg and back. It hurt Brielle to watch each stroke since she had no idea that Emperor Massimo was suffering. She cries and clenches her lips in pain with each wipe. She isn't the one in pain, but she can't stop crying. Too soft for this, she is. She still feels threatened and is still terrified of him, but for now, her sympathy for him outweighs her dread.

"Argh," the emperor groaned when she touched his wound.

"It's okay," she whispered and continued cleaning his wound, "It's all right..."

"Fuck," Emperor Massimo loudly cursed and got up. "Fuck!"

The moment the Emperor yanked Brielle and turned their position, her terror soared and her tears streamed uncontrollably. She was now pinned beneath him and he was on top of her. He appears to be an awakened beast because of his flaming crimson eyes. As if his prior suffering was unimportant because he is now prepared to eat her whole.

"Your highness!" Brielle shrieked as she tried to move away.

But the Emperor stopped her by cuffing her hands using his right hand. He's so strong. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Brielle cried, "W-what—my dear sir! Please forgive this insignificant servant. I was just trying to clean you before your bruise gets infected."

Emperor Massimo gnashed his teeth, "And who told you to do that?"

"I," Brielle gulped, "I asked the matron to let me do it." She lied. She's scared the matron might get punished. She might as well take the blame herself.
 
"You're crazy." The Emperor replied.

Brielle trembled uncontrollably as she nodded, "Please let me go. I'm sorry." She begged while sobbing, "I'm sorry, I just want to help."

The Emperor looked around, "And this is what you call help?"

Brielle closed her eyes as she tried to catch her breath because she was losing the air in her lungs. "Y-yes, your highness. I always do this in our province whenever my brothers get hurt."

"What?" The Emperor growled wildly.

Brielle tried to get away, "It hurts, please let me go."

The Emperor's grip tightened, hurting her more. "You do this to others?"

"My lord, please let me go. It hurts," she begged.

"I asked you," he replied instead.

Without thinking about anything, she replied out of fear. "Yes, your highness. Please rest assured that I'm not doing harmful things to you."

The Emperor sighed heavily, "So you fucking did this to someone else aside from me?"

"Yes, my lord," she said, her voice thinned.

"I'm not the first."

She opened her eyes only to meet his raging crimson eyes. She then asked, "What do you mean, my Lord?"

"I see, I'm not your first fucking patient," Emperor Massimo said, biting his lower lip and narrowing his eyes. "I wonder why I'm getting so upset right now, it boils my blood. So tell me, who was your first patient? "

"My lord?" Brielle trembled messily, "I'm scared. I'm getting scared. Please stop."

"I asked you, didn't I?" His other hand began caressing her neck down to her collarbones.

"M-my brother," she hiccuped. "Please stop, I'm getting scared."

"Do siblings take care of each other like this?"

"My lord, it's normal." Brielle replied. He probably doesn't understand her because he and his siblings don't get along with each other, but it's super natural and normal in her family. Why is this such a big deal to him?

"It's not," he replied, furious.

"We, lowly people, have to take care of each other in order to survive," Brielle tried to explain. "I have to take care of my little siblings; they have no one to lean on except me."

"What?" The Emperor was taken aback.

"Please let me go, it hurts..." Brielle cried once again, hoping that this time she would be heard.

"Fuck!" Emperor Massimo cursed loudly and got off her, "Don't do this to anyone else again except me."

Brielle sat up, crying, "Yes, your highness. I understand."

"From now on, you'll only do things for me and for me only. Do you understand?"

Brielle nodded badly, "Yes, my lord."

"If I see you doing something to anyone else, may it be a human or an animal, you'll be damned."

Her heart hammered in so much fear and anxiety. "I won't, my lord, I'm sorry. Please stop. I'm scared."

"Fuck," Emperor Massimo cursed and got back to his old position. He lay on the mattress by his chest, his back facing Brielle. "All right. I'm calm, okay? I'm calm. Look at me."

Brielle breathed heavily. Calm? He looks like he's ready to devour her alive!

"Yes, my Lord..."

Emperor Massimo sighed, "Continue the treatment then."

"Eh?"

"Now what? Fuck!" Emperor Massimo seems like he's losing his patience again. What the hell is wrong with a Vassily's temper? Are they even humans to have such a very short temper?

Brielle gulped, "I thought you didn't want me to."

"I said continue." He commanded.

"I'm sorry, I was about to call a doctor."

"What did I say?" His voice reverberated in the room.

Brielle immediately complied, "Yes, my lord. I'll treat you right away."

Brielle would never know because only the mattress witnessed his lips curving in a smile.

"Good girl."