THE DEVIL'S CAPTIVE
Cedric: (leaning casually against the wall, his voice dripping with mockery) "Ah, Princess Isolde. How the mighty have fallen. Do you find your new accommodations to your liking?"
Isolde: (lifting her head, her emerald eyes blazing with hatred) "You are a coward, Cedric. Winning a war through deceit and treachery. I accepted this fate for the sake of my people, but do not think for a moment that I am broken."
Cedric: (smirk widening, his tone condescending) "Such fire, even in defeat. I must admit, I admire your spirit. It will make this all the more enjoyable."
He moved closer, his eyes never leaving hers, savoring the intensity of her glare. With a swift motion, he reached out and grasped her chin, tilting her head up to face him. Isolde's skin burned where he touched her, the contact igniting her fury even further.
Isolde: (struggling against his hold, her voice a low, seething growl) "Release me, you vile creature. I will never submit to you."
Cedric: (ignoring her struggle, his voice smooth and dangerous) "Submission is not what I seek, Princess. I relish the fight, the resistance. It makes the conquest all the sweeter."
He released her chin only to take hold of her bound hands, his grip firm and unyielding. He pulled her up from the chair, bringing her closer, their faces mere inches apart. Isolde's breath hitched, her hatred mingling with an undeniable tension that made her skin prickle.
Cedric: (his voice a whisper, his breath warm against her cheek) "You are mine now, Isolde. A prize, a symbol of my victory. And I will enjoy every moment of breaking that defiant spirit of yours."
Isolde: (her voice trembling with rage) "I will never be yours, Cedric. I will fight you every step of the way. I will find a way to make you pay for what you've done."
Cedric: (a dark chuckle escaping his lips) "You are welcome to try, my fierce princess. But know this: your hatred, your defiance, only fuels my desire. You are a challenge I intend to conquer."
With a sudden, forceful motion, he pulled her even closer, their bodies almost touching. His hand moved to her waist, holding her firmly against him. Isolde's heart raced, her anger boiling over, yet she was acutely aware of the magnetic pull between them.
Isolde: (her voice a hiss, her eyes blazing) "You disgust me, Cedric. Every touch, every word. I will never stop hating you."
Cedric: (his tone low and savage, his eyes locked onto hers) "Hate me all you want, Isolde. But you cannot deny the power of this moment. The intensity, the raw emotion. It binds us more than any chain could."
For a moment, they stood there, locked in a battle of wills, their breaths mingling in the dim light. The air was thick with tension, a volatile mix of fury and an unspoken, forbidden attraction that neither could fully ignore.
Cedric finally released her, stepping back with a satisfied smile. He relished the sight of her trembling with rage, her defiance only heightening his sense of victory.
Cedric: (his voice a taunting whisper) "Rest well, Princess. Our battles are far from over."
With that, he turned and left the room, the door closing heavily behind him. Isolde sank back into the chair, her body still tense, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge. She vowed silent
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