SHORTCOMINGS
My cheeks tinged pink each time I thought of how eager I was to please the handsome ruler.
Enid didn't want me. His actions said it all; the hate in his eyes, his coldness towards me, and how he never hesitated to hurt me made it plain our worlds ran on parallel lines.
I had effortlessly made a fool of myself. I flushed at how much I had desperately wanted to please him. But I understood better. A man of power like Enid was difficult to please, especially by someone as inexperienced as me. He had been with more than a handful of experienced girls, and that swelled his ego.
Why didn't I just get whipped with a silver whip instead of going for the dildo? The pain from the whip would have subsided by now, but the pain in my heart from how disgusted he appeared from just watching me use the toy on myself was nothing compared to the whip.
And his coldness towards me afterward was another level of pain. I had exposed myself to him in ways I had never done with anyone. Death was the only cure for this embarrassment.
It had been about four days now, and I didn't catch a glimpse of him. I was trapped in this room, sitting all alone by the window watching the birches and imagining what life would have been like if I was not captured by Enid's men. But Clover.
I thought of the stoic-looking dude and hissed inwardly. One of these days I was sure I was going to make him regret capturing me. I didn't know how, but I sure knew I would.