Stolen Panties And Bra

I was still in the dungeon, cold and bruised. My throat had been dying for a drop of water and my stomach had rats chewing upon whatever was leftover.

"You have to perform this act of how apologetic you are in front of Kruz before you even open your mouth in front of Prince Conrad." The lady was known for teaching and educating the prisoners. Her stern look and straight posture was enough to fill anyone's viens with fright. She has been the one helping me to recite the apology I was supposed to say.

"And make sure you don't delay in responding to Kruz, he might think you are showing him attitude and he does not play with attitudes." She had been repeating the same thing about Kruz for hours now. Every time my eyes demanded to shut close, I would pinch myself into waking up.

Soon Kruz entered the dungeon and the woman left, leaving the cell to give us some privacy. He walked straight in front of me and postured straight to listen to what I've prepared as an apology for Conrad's coronation.

"I Cord---," I hesitantly began to mumble even before he had asked me to, but the chuckle he let out shut me up.

"Do what I've told you earlier," He tilted his face and at me with darkened eyes. My body was covered in goosebumps at the recollection of what he had demanded from me before.

"I---," I tried to speak but he hushed me down instantly.

"Lift your dress up!" he repeated himself once again. The demand he made was enough to make me shudder out of fear and disgust. I gulped the fear down my dry throat, while praying for someone to come and save me. The mist in his eyes was nothing but Lust, something that was making me feel ashamed of myself when I hadn't even done anything.

"If you make me repeat myself again, I'll make sure the entire mansion hears your screams." He warned me before he stepped closer to me, "Do it, just show me and be done with it already." he continued to make the same demand again but with more aggression this time.

I was fear struck with the hard expressions on his face, I wanted to do it as he said and be done with the torture but I couldn't just agree to show him my body. He was demanding for something that was not his property, I was not his property.

"I said do it!" he stepped closer and once noticed I wasn't going to do as he said, he grabbed my dress to lift it up.

"No!!!" my hands moved in a reflex and I plunged him back promptly. He stepped away and froze at what just happened. It was a mistake, I didn't mean to offend him but it was too late now. I had already angered him by touching him, whilst he was allowed to touch me anytime, Tsk! The instant he lifted his eyes to my face and reclaimed his senses, I was scared witless.

"It was a mista--," I stepped backward instantly but his pace was faster than mine. A hard slap landed across my cheeks knocking me down to the ground.

"You wh****!" his loud voice faded when he slapped me again and my ear started to ring.

His hands were just as strong as they looked. The amount of pressure he had inserted in hitting me proved he had no mercy in his heart for anyone.

"I didn't me---," I quickly tried to speak but when he grasped my hair and yanked my head up, I felt my bones cracking.

"I'M VERY OFFENDED!" he grunted in my face, his breath fanning over my skin while his eyes glaring at me in the eye angrily.

Just when I thought he would say something else, he lifted his knee up and kicked me in the stomach. A quick pain spiked through my entire body, bringing tears into my eyes as I dropped down on the ground.

"You thought you could defy me!" His loud screams were all I could hear as he repeatedly kicked me everywhere.

It was so hard for my brain to keep a track of where he was hitting me when his punches began to hit me in the face. A metallic taste of blood numbed my tongue as my eyes felt heavy.

"Now!" he halted, "You don't need this!" I had my face in my hands and my cries subsiding his voice.

My entire body hurt so bad that when he touched me again, I couldn't feel anything. All I could make out was that he bent down and slid his hands up in my dress to pull my panties off my legs. Although I had no strength to fight back, I closed my legs tightly as a response.

"Ah! It seems as if you have even peed yourself a little," his voice and words were disgusting, the treatment he gave me was worse than death itself. He then bent down again and grasped my arms to lift them over my head. I didn't know what he was up to now, hasn't he already bruised me enough?

I then noticed the knife in his hand. He slid his other free hand through my cleavage and cut my bra from the middle.

"No!!" a fainted cry escaped my lips while he pulled the pieces of the bra out of my dress and collected them in his pocket.

"You tell anyone anything or say my name out of your mouth and the next thing in your mouth will be my d***," he yanked my head back to stare me in the eye. His lewd stare resulted in me looking away from him in repulsion. The moment my ears picked up his footsteps leaving the dungeon, I cuddled on the ground and sobbed louder.

My mother should have killed me there instead of leaving me in the hands of these beasts. I wondered if she was even going to come and rescue me or if my fate would be worse than the death itself. I don't know how long I sobbed there but I was soon drowned in a deep slumber. It happened for the better, my body needed some rest. I woke up to the same lady, teaching me earlier, gently kicking my cheek with her pointy shoe.

"Get up! You are not on vacation here. Prince Conrad is waiting for you in his room. Make sure you don't upset him because he is already in a very bad mood." She had changed into a black jeans and white tank top. Her eyes were narrowed at the cellphone she was scrolling through.

These werewolves had every luxury to enjoy life, while the coven of witches were banished beings known as peasants. I tried getting up but my body was aching so much that I sat down again to gather some courage. She peeked through the side of her phone and rolled her eyes like I was being lazy on purpose.

"Stop wasting time, he will be getting increasingly infuriated while waiting for a peasant like you." she shoved her phone back in the pocket and hunched over me to grab me and leap me onto my feet.

"Arghh!" I let out a scream and held onto her hand to support my body.

"Ehhh! He messed you up pretty bad," My face was in the direct level of Brenda, the 45 years old teacher when she analyzed my bruises and rolled her eyes.

I had no idea how much he had scarred my face but from the way she winced, I could tell he had done a pretty good job in ruining me.

"Can I--- hav---e som---ething to co---ve---r my b----ody!" I stuttered through the dried blood in my mouth. I bet she could clearly see my privates as the silk dress was not only too short but also see through.

"Why? Let the prince enjoy some view." A disgusting smirk covered her lips and she dragged me along to follow her.

I had to hold my one hand down on my v***** and the other on my brea***. After we left the dungeon, I noticed how beautiful the entire mansion was. It was all made of glass and expensive decors were making it look even stunning.

She made me walk among the list of the guards and servants, who would look at me like I was a disease. I even noticed some of them peeking at my privates, hoping to see more. I was able to see the outside of the mansion when she made me tail her in a small hallway, which had windows all around it.

The cars parked in the parking lot were screaming of how rich the alpha king and his son were. It was sad that when they were enjoying luxuries, we witches were being slaughtered and burned to the stakes for who we are.

"Go inside, and remember to obey whatever he says or you'll have a terrible night." She knocked on the door and while waiting for him to allow us to get in, she hurriedly warned me to be on my best behavior. Bold of her to assume I could even defy anyone with the state I was in.

"Come in!" a loud, deep voice came from the inside, letting her open the door and push me inside his room. I hesitantly stood in the corner of the wall behind the door, whilst Brenda shut the door to reveal me after him.

I wished to cry loudly for help or just stop breathing right there. I raised my eyes to quickly glance around, his room was gorgeous. The walls were all white and had his pictures and paintings decorating them.

There was a huge bed in the middle where he was seated and eating dinner I believe and watching TV. The food scent was over the top, my nostrils felt intoxicated. I haven't had anything in days and then what Kruz did to me had even left me shattered.I wished he never finishes his food so that I am never able to interact with him.

"Come forward," the moment he finished his meal, he voiced for me.