In the frosty space, Eleanor could be caught a glimpse as she cringe weakly on the stiff floors in the pool of her agonizing tears.The cold room was an empty compartment that contains nothing except a brown wooden table in the middle, simply the white fluorescent light could be detected as it gives the room an illuminated spectacle. Ever since Eleanor had woken up in the morning, unwelcome memories of last night filled her head —she loathe it here, she detest it here. She's been whimpering non-stop, her throat aches so painfully, her body is freezing endlessly from the coldness, and her feet are sore. Her whole world is extremely disorientated right now, her world is being tarnished in one fatal blow! First, she lost her beloved mother and the next was her sole virginity to an unknown powerful man; all these catastrophes occurred to her in one day! How cruel... What worst could ever happen to her? What worst could ever hurt her fragile heart?! What worst could ever damage her s
The tiring day faded away and nighttime slowly arrived, the spectacular view of the castle was heavenly and terrific as the gleaming lights of gold-filled the whole scenery. A few maids could be caught a glimpse as they walked out of the castle with the intent of carrying out their tasks which were being assigned to them, while occasional ones paced inside as they engaged themselves in murmuring discussion. Unexpectedly, the tremendous automatic gate of the castle unlocked as the fleet of cars drove into the yard —pulling up gradually in front of the indescribable building. And in a flicker, the hefty guards hurriedly alighted as they jogged to the king’s car to open the door for him as he majestically stepped out in his dauntless glory... King Spencer stood silently with his dark golden eyes which roamed around the yard, his green garment heavily gilding as sudden wild breezes kissed his face —all heads who caught sight of his dominant presence bowed in esteem.Hence, he began to
Eleanor was extremely scared, and she was spineless as she gazed at the cold king who took a step and a step toward her dangerously which affected her to cringe frighteningly. "D-don't c-come close," she shutters, hiding her face in between her legs in immense anxiety and King Spencer stopped on his track as he towered over her. He had the feelings of torturing her. But then, he withheld himself —his anger and hatred were aggressively building inside of him as he coldly glares at her. However, he resisted touching her. And this made Madam Madison who stood behind the king, begin to wonder why the king was holding himself back from hurting Eleanor. She had expected the king to commence his torture on her, but he didn't and that made her extremely confused. Although the king is an unpredictable soul and also a man of a few words —one could not tell what he has in store for the young lady in his den. At that moment, Zachary stepped into the room as he held a black-coated portable ca
The room became silent, it felt as if the world has come to a standstill for the souls who stood inside the room. Shuddering Amelia fidget her fingers nervously as she struggled to say a word to the king, who stood in front of her with his expression suddenly gone blank, and his eyes were filled with tons of questions. "Fine! I knew you heard everything my king, but please have it in your mind that I was doing it for the both of us," Amelia hurriedly rushed her words as she averted the king's gaze. "You were the one who went against my order, Amelia. You went to the cold room to see Eleanor, why?" King Spencer grudgingly asked, his large chest pumped out dominantly. Amelia's heart skipped as she inwardly muttered. "He found out?!""Yes, I did my king. I was only trying to help you out,” she responded, looking back at the cold man in her room. "I never asked for your help, Amelia!" King Spencer growled, taking Amelia by surprise as she flinched at his harshness. "I own Eleanor, I
The room came across to be silent, and only Katrina could be noticed as she peered expressionlessly at the newbie in the room. "Why do you keep staring at me like that," Eleanor asked, she was slowly dressing up as she glimpsed at Katrina. "Avoid me,” Katrina grudgingly asserted, and she looked away while seating up on her bed. "You know, somehow I have this strange feeling as if we have met before," Eleanor told, glanced down at her blue short skirt and she unpleasantly sighed. The dresses which were brought for her were extremely short that they revealed her thighs, and the white shirt wasn't helping out as they visibly show off her belly button. Inwardly she cursed as she sat on her old bed, leaning down to her legs so she could put on her black flat shoes. "I said you should avoid me, bitch!”Katrina snapped, eliciting Eleanor to pause her move for a while. "Sorry," she muttered, and she stood as she walked towards the door. "If I were you bitch, I will flee from this domai
"Stop!" King Spencer ordered in his bleak voice, and Zachary paused as he dragged himself away from Eleanor. Eleanor whimpered painfully as she fell to the floor, her breathing was shaky and her opening hurts her, a lot. "Zachary would be your teacher, he'd teach you how to be an ethical slave and also a few tactics before I take you to the slave session next week," King Spencer disclosed, his hands crossed behind his back and he began to step towards Eleanor.Eleanor's breath hitched on perceiving the king coming, she shakily shifted her butt as she moved away from his sight and her back abruptly kiss the door. "Please, don't come closer, don't come any closer," she hurriedly rushed her words, pleading with him not to come any closer but the king never stopped. Inwardly, King Spencer was deranged by her sight, and he hated her mere sight and wanted nothing more than to damage her so badly. "I hate her, and I despise her. I want to make her feel the pains which she caused me," he
"Fuck! Oh my God! Y-yeah!" Amelia moaned pleasurably, her hands gripping the table king Spencer thrust heavily into her. She felt extremely sore and her knees trembled, her body streaming in labor while the king was brutal yet steady as if he hadn't done anything. His phallus did an incredible job as he ravaged into her, his urges were enhancing bit by bit and he found himself not stopping for a moment —one would think he's intently wanting to break Amelia into two. However, Amelia seemed not to care as she wanted more of him...She was prepared to overcome the pains for him just to see him appeased to his satisfaction. Even if the king ignores her completely, his deadly urges will make him run back to her. After a few hours of thrusting non-stop, King Spencer let out a deep groan as he hurriedly pulled out of her and his seeds spills freely to the floors. Meanwhile, Amelia collapsed tiredly on the floor, breathing shakily as she rested on the floor for support. "Leave!" King Sp
Presently, it was nighttime already and the castle was filled with ease and silence... Meanwhile, King Spencer could be seen inside his golden room as he silently sat close to his reading table while gazing keenly at the gorgeous picture in his hand. It was a picture that epitomized his wife and his kids; they all died during the gas explosion which was solely carried out by Eleanor. "I have finally caught your killer, but I find it difficult to punish her for her deed," he murmured, lifting the picture nearer to his face. "... I couldn't do anything but to make her my slave, I want to hurt her and I want to punish her slowly too. However, I couldn't and I dont know why. This is so unlike me," he said in anguish, and his cold voice was carried with so much pain and bitterness. "But I promise you one thing, Hazel. I will make her suffer and I will bring justice to your deaths even if my heart stops me from taking destroying her," he vowed, and then, he gently placed his lips on th