Chapter One Hundred-Twenty-Eight

Camilla remained unconscious, her body rigidly bound to a chair in the dimly lit room.

A black bag covered her head, concealing her features until it was abruptly snatched away.

In the eerie silence, Charles's shoes clicked softly as he paced around her, only to come to a stop right in front of her.

A sickeningly sadistic tone laced his words as he spoke. "We're here, princess. It's time to wake up," he declared, holding her gaze steadily with his hazel eyes.

Minutes stretched on, yet there was no response from Camilla. Growing impatient, Charles decided to take a more forceful approach.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue slipping along her bottom lip in a crude act of dominance.

At first, there was no reaction whatsoever, until suddenly her teeth sank into his lower lip, causing him to instinctively pull away, his face contorting in pain.

A humorless chuckle reverberated around the room as he held his injured lip, blood trickling down his chin.

"Feisty, aren't w