At the palace, Lita felt trapped, like a bird in a gilded cage. Thoughts of escape danced in her mind, but the consequences of her choices loomed large. She felt suffocated, the world around her a suffocating weight, a tight grip of chains around her neck.
Her recent escape attempt had failed, leading her face-to-face with Prince Daniel. In his office, sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the silence that hung heavy between them.
He sat in his office chair, black leather and plush, a perfect symbol of his power. His expression, a mixture of anger and possessive possessiveness, radiated an irritated chill. "You dared to escape? Lita darling?" His voice, dripping with a cold possessiveness, sent a shiver down her spine.
"N-no..." Lita stammered, her voice a low whisper, a tremor of nervousness running through her tone. Her body trembled, a visible reaction to his cold gaze, but she struggled to maintain composure, to appear strong in the face of his intimidating presence.
Prince Daniel watched her, his eyes narrowed, taking in her trembling form, the nervousness in her voice. He knew she was terrified, and the realization brought a twisted satisfaction to his heart. He enjoyed the power he held over her, the fear he instilled within her.
"Is that so? You're a bad liar, aren't you?" He chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent chills down her spine. His voice hinted at a satisfaction, a pleasure in her discomfort.
He stood up from his chair, his movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. He approached her slowly, a predator circling its prey, and as he drew closer, Lita instinctively shrank back, her eyes wide with terror. She was trapped, a prisoner in his gaze, his presence, his power.
He stopped just inches from her, his arms resting on the arms of the chair, trapping her between his powerful frame and the plush upholstery. His gaze was intense, his smirk cruel. She felt a wave of nausea, a mixture of fear and disgust rising within her.
"You know... You can't escape. Remember about our... engagement?" He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that echoed in the silence. "You chose this... And you agreed to marry me... Now you're trying to escape me?" His voice was serious, possessive, filled with a dangerous intensity.
His eyes, burning with a mixture of lust and possessiveness, raked over her face, her form. He saw her fear, her desperation, and it only fueled his desire. His smirk never wavered, a constant reminder of his control, of her powerlessness.
He suddenly grabbed her neck, his fingers digging into her flesh, his touch harsh and unforgiving. He yanked her closer, his strength overpowering her, forcing her to meet his gaze, her eyes wide with terror.
"Answer me!" he demanded, his voice raised, laced with a raw frustration, his anger palpable. The air thickened, the silence filled with the unspoken threat of his power, the danger of his rage. He was no longer the charming prince, the façade shattered, revealing the brutal reality of his control, the terrifying depth of his possessiveness.
"Yes, I am escaping, so what? It's none of your business if I'm attempting to!" Lita gasped, her voice cracking with pain and defiance. Her lungs burned, her breath caught in her throat, as his hand tightened around her neck.
She thrashed against his hold, her small body struggling against his powerful grip, her eyes filled with a mixture of terror and disgust. His touch, once a symbol of power and control, now felt like a violation, a choking reminder of her captivity.
"You're not going anywhere! You're going to be here, right next to me, every day..." He growled, his voice a mixture of demanding possessiveness and raw power. His grip on her neck loosened, his fingers leaving a burning imprint on her skin, a painful reminder of his control. He shoved her back into the chair, the force of his push sending a jolt of pain through her body.
A dark purple bruise bloomed on her neck, a testament to his rage, a mark of his ownership. She sat there, stunned, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, his words echoing in the silence, a chilling reminder of her fate.
He left her there, alone in the opulent silence of his office. She struggled to catch her breath, her chest heaving, the pain from his grip a searing ache in her neck. Her body trembled, a wave of fear washing over her, threatening to break her composure.
She felt tears prickling her eyes, the weight of her helplessness pressing down on her, her escape a distant, impossible dream. The silence was suffocating, a stark reminder of her captivity, a chilling testament to his power. She was trapped, a prisoner in his gilded cage, with no hope of escape.
Lita had never expected such a raw, possessive hunger from the Crown Prince. It was a terrifying revelation, a dark shadow cast over their supposed engagement. She could almost feel Vanessa's mocking laughter, the smug satisfaction in her voice as she imagined Lita's failed escape. And now, with a chilling sense of dread, Lita realized that the danger might only escalate.
What would happen when Prince Daniel discovered her true identity, her carefully crafted facade shattered? Vanessa's betrayal, her vengeful plot, would surely be revealed, leaving Lita exposed, vulnerable, and at the mercy of a man consumed by possessiveness and fury. Her heart pounded in her chest, her fear a palpable weight, as she contemplated the terrifying future that awaited her.