Scarred

"No!" Eleanor cries out vulnerably, her arms obstructing her body in protection.

She had withheld never to strip nakedly as he had ordered her to, she will never let herself be derided by him. Never. 

"Ah! Please let go of me,” she whines disgustingly on sensing his smooth yet overwhelming hand on her bare skin.

King Spencer clenched her hand, possessively, and dominantly as he hauled her to his bed. Amidst her struggles, her vigor was like a piece of cake to his strength.

Trepidation gripped her like gum, this is what she feared. Losing her innocence this way, in this shameful way. No!!

Even when king Spencer was extremely tipsy, his strength was still intact as he propelled her to his royal bed.

The very sacred bed he never let anyone lay on, not even his mistress. But except for one soul, his deceased wife.

If only he knew what he was about to execute, if only he knew he was about to sexually assault the one woman he rawly hated, purely despised and loathed with passion and it was no other woman than... Eleanor Antonio.

He hated her, so much.

He had searched thoroughly for years, and he never stopped searching for her.

He had toiled hell and had gone many miles just to unearth her. And now, he has. He's about to get laid with her, unintentionally.

"Ah!" Eleanor shrieked, piercingly.

Her left cheek stings like torment, she clamped it bitterly so she could numb the discomfort. He had snatched her cheek and twisted it meanly.

Eleanor knocks down to the bed, she shakily glares at him amidst her resistance while her clothes were being recklessly ripped off by him.

"Mother!!" She squealed yet again, she became pure exposed in his cold stare.

Instantaneously, she wrapped her hands on her body, concealing her denuded sight from him as she recoiled on the bed with raw gashes.

Then, she heard the distinct ruffling of clothes and a zipping opening.

Eleanor groaned out a bittered snort at the thought of what's gonna happen next, her sole innocence.

She's gonna lose her precious flower, tonight.

Therein, she senses him coming,  his huge bare body rendering contact with her.

She felt cold chills, electrifying sensations bashing her veins in a way she has never felt before, and his erection nudging her femininity.

Instantly, her eyes dilated at the feeling of his arduous erection poking her opening, she has never imagined something as big as this before.

Eleanor is no stranger to a man's anatomy, she has seen glimpses it miscellaneous times when her ex-boyfriend would intently insist on dressing in front of her.

She had known Clarkson had wanted to arose her sexual immune but never did she allow it to occur. And now, that same virtue and chastity which she carried with pride and dignity will soon be taken off from her, in a despicable way.

And worst still, she'd lose it to an unknown man who she never knew and had never come across before.

Why is fate so unpleasant to her?!

Is she cursed?!

King Spenser snatched the hands of the lady trembling underneath him, he let out a warning growl to her face and Eleanor squirmed frighteningly.

Then, he splotch her shaky hands above her head and latch her wrists, Eleanor wriggled helplessly.

"No!! Please don't do this!!" She yelled pleadingly, but he was apathetic about her rambunctious clamors.

Eleanor might not be able to glimpse the king’s face clearly, but she could sense how stiffened and inhumane he was like a beast.

King Spence solely carve to quench his sexual thirstiness, all he needed was to relive his burning phallus in between his leg.

Handily, he spread her leg. Gripping hold of his mighty erection, and delved into her without wasting time.

"Jesus!!" Eleanor jerked vigorously, wriggling violently as the excruciating pain ravaged her veins provokingly.

The pains, the grueling agony, and affliction were all hers to survive, she has never felt any greater pain than it before. It hurt, so damn much.

She grits her teeth, battling to conquer the anguish but it wholly overwhelmed her. Her jaws numbed, fresh tears spilling from her eyes as they drenched the bed.

King Spencer stilled completely, no single groan from him, no shaky breath.

Slowly, he pulled out from her. His eyes rested on the blurry view of the woman, he discarded her fragile hands which he plugged above her head, and gripped her figured hip immobile.

Then, he delved in again to the brink and took her fiercely like an animal.

Eleanor cried out uncontrollably, her wails resonating around the golden room. If possible, the whole ineffable building.

Strongly, she packed the smooth bed coverlet and gripped it tightly. If only the coverlet could feel pains, surely they'd have strangled to the aisles of death.

King Spencer thrust on, on, and on. He didn't stop a second nor did he take a break.

His aggressive thrusts mashed her deeper into the bed, mercilessly and unrelentingly...

             ★★★★★

Outside the king's room, Madam Madison paces restlessly in the corridor.

She could visibly hear the significant cries of the lady, that she wasn't concerned about that but she was only disturbed about the king.

He has uncontrollable urges for sexual pleasure, he'd split the lady into two if he continuously jabbed her and that would render his sole aim on her to be meaningless.

She knew the King was intoxicated when she had first welcomed him, she hadn't expected him to come home in such a manner and she couldn't stop him either.

Unfortunately, the only soul who could keep up with his dark urges isn't at home and that was Amelia, his mistress.

She's on a temporary trip but might not come back today. Perhaps, she might.

"Madam Madison!" A familiar grating voice called behind her, prompting her to spin as she confronted the caller.

"Zachary," madam Madison called,  she signed deeply as she bucked up her head at him.

"What it is? You look disturbed," Zachary said, he bridges his manly arms across his chest.

"I am, Zachary," she replied, despondently.

"Huh? Why?"

"It's the king..."

"The king?!" He quickly interjected almost immediately.

"Don't be so silly, Zachary. The King is in right there drilling that young lady, his drunk and not in his right senses. I'm worried he might kill her, and you very well that would tarnish his aim on her,” she told.

"F*ck! Your right," Zachary concurred to her words, he disentangled his arms from his chest.

"We have to do something quickly," she confided to him.

"But it would be highly disrespectful if we both barged into his room to interrupt him. Sincerely, I  truly value my head, madam Madison. I wouldn't want it to be chopped off at the stack," Zachary says, he cringes his arms as if terrified at the feeling of being slain.

"But we have no other choice, do we? Look, I'm certain you know it very well that if we don't stop the king now, he will be aggravated if he learns we didn't stop him from making a drastic action with the woman he loathed most so much,” Madam Madison reminded.

Not like she's not petrified. In fact, she's greatly frightened, and that is why she hoped Zachary would discern through her explanations and then, take a few actions.

"Madam Madison, I...."

"Hold on!" She cut him short quickly. "... I don't seem to hear anything," she mumbled and they paused for a while.

Apparently, they could no longer hear the cries of the young lady.

"Fucking kill me already," Zachary swallowed prickly. And instantly, they both stormed into the king's room.