III. Cursed?

"Are you really cursed?"  asked the Black Prince, voicing his thoughts.

Amanda just opened and filled the air with her mouth without a single word coming out, while her nose seemed to stop breathing oxygen.

"Are you sick?!"  the man asked again, this time with a higher intonation.  Just a sob in response.  The impatient Black Prince pushed Amanda against the wall.

BRAK!

Now the Black Prince embraced the little girl while lifting his chin.  "ANSWER ME!" He snapped, which made Amanda's tears even more uncontrollable.

"Tsk! Are you mute? Or deaf?!” The Black Prince asked harshly again.

"W-th-th..." Amanda couldn't finish her words, finally she just shook her head in response.

The Black Prince tilted his head, noticing Amanda's red lips which were also trembling. The girl was already pale white which made her even whiter as cotton, if Amanda were a painting then the combination of amethyst purple eyes and cherry red lips on a white canvas of her skin would be a rare but very beautiful color combination. The man was slightly stunned to enjoy the beauty in his shackles.

"Damn it!"  He cursed then for some reason.

Big wet purplish eyes, with a sharp nose and red lips slightly parted, sobbing holding back tears.

‘Beautiful. Very beautiful,’ the man thought.

The Prince's eyes began to fall down the girl's neck. The pretty neckline couldn't help but make the handsome man gulp. Again, his eyes explored the girl's body, then his eyes stopped on the cleavage framed by the maxi dress with a low cleavage. Dense and full, made the Black Prince's libido suddenly rise.

"Are you going to report everything that will happen tonight to the Queen?" he whispered right in Amanda's ear. The girl didn't know what to answer to the question that suddenly appeared in an unclear context.

‘Report to the Queen? What for? And what does it mean?’  Amanda thought.

“Hey, are you barren?” The Black Prince's deep voice echoed in Amanda's eardrums again. This time, it was clearer because Prince put his lips right on Amanda's earlobe, then he bit it slowly.  The girl's hair instantly stood up. And when the Prince's thin lips began to fall down to kiss the nape of the neck, Amanda managed to make her voice sound even though the fear was very, very still enveloping her.

“Y-Your Highness….”

With trembling hands, the girl tried to push the man, who was leaving a mark in the crook of her neck.

"D-don't..."

For God's sake, she didn't understand what this man had done to her, but it made her heart beat faster and heat began to spread throughout her body. The Black Prince stopped his suction, then he looked back at the girl sharply.

"Oh, you can talk, too? I thought you were mute. So, are you going to report everything to the Queen? How much did she pay you?”

Amanda's brows furrowed, "W-what does it mean? I-I d-don’t get it..." she replied then sobbed again. The Black Prince's jaw clenched. He looked very irritated at not being able to get the expected information.

“Don't think I'm easy to fool! Hundreds of people have shed tears in front of me, then stabbed me in the back, and I’m sure you are no different from them!” said the man as he grabbed Amanda's arms and made her eyes meet with the girl’s. Staring intently at the purple eyes that was still flowing with water. Amanda broke the eye contact by closing her eyes.

Again, a scream came out of the Prince's mouth, "DO NOT CLOSE YOUR EYES!"  and the grip on her arms tightened. The girl immediately opened her eyes, cast her gaze far away at the door across from where they were standing.

‘God, I'm scared. I want to run, run as far from this room as possible! I don't even know this man's name!’ shouted Amanda inwardly.

Compared to her fear of this man, her fear of her step family was nothing. At least, her step family would still let her live, unlike the big monster in front of her now.

"Look at me!" The Prince hissed in a commanding tone. Again, the pair of purple eyes met the dark black ones. Amanda could feel the Prince's heavy breathing and his expression seemed to want something and now there was no distance between their bodies. The girl felt something pressing against her stomach, a smirk appeared on the handsome man's thin lips.

"What's your name?"  asked the Black Prince in a baritone voice.

"A-a-amanda W-w-wha-white ..." the girl croaked.

The Black Prince raised an eyebrow. "Hmm. I'll give you the material to report to the Queen," he said before tearing Amanda White's wedding dress.