Three

— You are mine, completely mine! he said hungrily.

"A square without doors and walls without windows. I am imprisoned without any light, oxygen, or means of finding a way out."

—I'm going to make you scream so hard... he said, sucking on my ear.

My grandmother once told me that the world was not divided into good and bad people. But that we all had light and darkness within us. What really mattered was which side we chose to act on, because regardless of the outcome, the end, and all the weight that came with our decision, whether good or bad, was up to us.

"What were the wrong choices I made, to be punished like this?"

I was caught like a zebra, caught in the middle of his claws. His last words were accompanied by an abuse session. He was uncontrollable, crazy to possess me. My body was glued to the glass and my cheeks squeezed every time he forced himself to penetrate me. I didn't have any strength left, I could even move him when I struggled, but doing so made him angry, crushing my head. That's when I feel him pushing against my lips, with his thick, hard member entering me quickly and rigidly.

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No scream comes out of my mouth, much less a cry for help. The only sound that echoed were the moans of a drunk about to cum inside a trapped woman.

The next day, I wake up startled to find myself wrapped in a robe with sheets over my body. I look to the side and don't see the King in bed. Relief soon invades my soul, but the feeling of disgust was impossible to avoid.

I run to the bathroom and make sure to get all the odor off that man, rubbing my skin until it is red. I watched the bubbles of foam slide towards the drain, as if they were all my dreams going into a hole.

Nothing I did could get that damn image out of my head!

When I open my closet, I conclude that Thomas wants to show off as much of my body as he can, since most of the clothes in that closet had too much cleavage in the breasts. Perhaps being Queen and his wife symbolizes a kind of trophy that needs to be displayed. Sense, or any other kind of mental health, were not part of it.

— Good morning, Mr. Bennet! -greeting her as she enters the kitchen.

— Please, call me Piter! -His request is accompanied by his beautiful smile and a cup of coffee.

— Have you seen Thomas?

— He's going out for the day, but if you need anything, just let me know!

— Well... what do we have to do today? -I'll drink some coffee.

— You tell me... -he piques my interest. —Whatever you want to do, we'll do it!

"It's a shame I can't do what's on my mind right now..."

— I saw that you have a stable... -I suggest. —I like horses! — So what do you say we go and see yours?

—What? -I choke on my coffee and awkwardly put the cup on the table. —What do you mean mine? -I wipe the corner of my mouth.

— Come with me! I said, winking.

"Is it a good idea to go alone with him?"

"Go on woman!"

I follow him to the palace stable and my problems faded away as my excitement took over. The place was not close, it took us about ten minutes walking, but Piter was such a good talker that I didn't even have time to feel exhausted.

— It's a little messy here, but you'll soon get used to it! he said, pushing the doors open. —That's where the clothes are, that's where all the food is... -He pointed and I followed each corner. —Here are some medicines and there are the stalls.

— Wow! -I was shocked. — What's wrong?

— Nothing...it's just that everything here is so over the top! -I explain with some hesitation.

— I see... — I'm sorry. —Were you from a rich family or something? -he asked as we walked towards the horses.

— I wouldn't say rich. We had some property and the farm we lived on, but for my parents it was never enough... -I hate to bring it up. —Well, what about you?

— Well, if I had been a little more responsible with my family's property, I believe I would be living even better than the King.

"Damn!"

— Wow! -disparagement. —How did you manage to end up with such a fortune?

— Look, this is the Shamante! -He looks clearly uncomfortable and changes the subject, drawing the animal's attention.

"Hey, kid! He strokes his forehead."

—You smell good, huh?

I feel bad for having gone too deep into the dialogue and so I end up cringing when the horse gets close to me.

— Hello, Shamante! gave a small smile.

—You're very handsome...

Really beautiful. And surely even he had a butler. It wasn't possible for a horse to shine as brightly as he did; he was such a flashy, well—kept black that anyone could see him from meters away.

"If you're kidding, even his mane is better than my hair!"

— Don't be shy, you can hold him, he's docile and he's yours too!

— Mine? I'm stunned. —No, Piter. This is one of the most expensive horses there is, I can't accept something like this!

— Sure you can! he fought back. —You're the Queen and also the second richest woman in the world. Everything here is yours, including the horses and the whole palace.

"What's wrong with these people?"

— Look, I don't mind getting a simpler one, poss — -I'm interrupted by the animal, who suddenly nudges me with his head, staring at me with his eyes.

— He didn't like being rejected! I said laughing.

— All right, all right... -I quit the discussion, running my fingers through her hair.

— Whenever you want to ride, just get changed over there, in that door to the right! reminded me.

— Okay! -I answer and turn around. — Wait, where are you going? frowns.

— To change clothes. I say entering the room.

— "Hey? mimicked me. —Where did she get that "hey" from?

When I return, my security guard is holding two horses including the Shamante.

— Who's the second one for? -I ask, already suspicious.

— You didn't think I was going to leave a woman like you walking around alone, did you?

— It's just that —

— No, my Queen! he's rude, not letting me speak. —Thomas would kill me if he knew I let you go out alone!

— But I'm not leaving the grounds! -I use a sadder voice, trying to persuade him. — Mila...

— Please, I need some time alone... — N—no, I don't know!

—Don't do that, please! he says, locking me to the ground.

— All right! -I say angrily.

— I'm going back to the palace. Thomas will be here soon and I'm sure he'll want me ready in bed...

— OKAY, OKAY! -he agreed loud and clear.

And at that moment, my inner voice screams of happiness, where I run back towards him. I stand on my tiptoes and hold his face with both hands, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

—Thank you! -I thank you as I lower my hands to his chest.

— Will you please promise to be careful? -he asked, almost in a whisper.

— I promise!

For almost five whole seconds in an agonizing silence, we stared into each other's mouths, like two statues seething with desire. I really wanted to feel those lips and be touched by his hands. And the way he sucked his lower lip when he was aroused, only showed me that this desire was much more than reciprocated.

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