Page 38 of Royal Captive
The fae holding my hands reached around and pinched my nose shut.
Motherfuckers.
I’d passed out before my mouth opened. I’d fall over and die from lack of breath. I wouldnotlet his disgusting member touch me! I—
My lungs burned and my head went fuzzy until my body betrayed me. My mouth opened automatically.
I slammed my teeth down, taking in as much air as I could.
“This princess has no manners. We must rectify that.” The fae behind me shoved me to my stomach, Melek’s grip still strong and nearly ripping out what felt like half my hair.
“Jeret, get her knees up,” Melek grunted.
An arm went under my legs and pushed me up on my knees, my head forced up by Melek and my ass in the air. A handgrabbed the hem of my dress and yanked, cool air washing over my ass.
SMACK.
Before I could process what was happening, a hand cracked across my rump, the stinging pain nothing to the shock and embarrassment that raced up my spine.
“Use your belt!”
“Harder!”
“Make a welt!”
The voices were loud and vindictive. Were all humans treated this way or was I special because I was ‘the princess?’ I had done nothing to any of them! They were the ones who came to our land, killing and cursing our people for entertainment!
SMACK.
The fae behind me smacked me again even as Melek used one hand to loosen the leather belt around his waist.
He didn’t hit me with it, though. Instead, he wrapped it around my neck and tightened it until I couldn’t breathe.
Oh, he was going to make me pass out. Then he’d take advantage of me.
As the darkness closed around me and the pain intensified from the spanking, I wasn’t sure if I preferred being unconscious or not.
I was aware enough to notice the new shadow that fell over me even as I sagged to the ground, losing my battle with staying awake.
“Melek,” said a voice, oddly familiar.
My tormentor grinned, turning to face the newcomer with dark hair. “Want a turn?”
Shyllon.
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Shyllon struck fast, like a viper, smashing into Melek’s face. The crunch of his sinuses should have been satisfying, but my head spun and my throat hurt.
Silence descended so quickly I thought I’d finally blacked out. But I could still see the figure standing over me, turning to glare at the fae pinning me down until he backed away.
The weight on me lifted, and my savior bent down and gently loosened the belt from around my neck. I gasped in a breath as he picked me up in his arms.
“Where are you going? She is tonight’s entertainment!” the matron shrieked, gesturing to the surrounding crowd.
Shyllon’s grip around me tightened. “I bought her for this evening. Cassus agreed.”
The matron’s jaw worked furiously. “Impossible. The price alone—”
