I knew it was him. I saw the water in the tub repel. When I was ready to depart, he held my waist tight, forcing me to stand there. He traced his nose along my neck, fanning his hot breath over my cold naked body. "What is the hurry, my love?" 𝘔𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦. I know they are just honey-coated lies but I am helpless. He is the King and he gets what he wants. And I am one of them. ---