The celebration was drawing to an end, most of the guests having spent a delightful evening. The carriages, lined up at the entrance, were ready to take everyone home safely. However, for some, the night was far from over. Suddenly, the distinct sound of someone knocking on a door rang out, breaking the quiet that had begun to settle over the end of the evening.
When the door opened, it was Maïli who appeared on the threshold. She stepped inside and saw the prince, sitting calmly on his bed, as if he had been waiting for her with calculated patience. However, Maïli's attention was immediately drawn to the presence of two other people in the room. Seated on separate chairs were Princess Sarah and a little elf girl in a pitiful state. Princess Sarah wore a grave expression, her face crumpled like wrinkled paper.
The elf, frail in appearance, wore torn, filthy clothes. Her tangled hair fell in disarray around her pale face, marked with scratches and bruises. Her eyes reflected deep distress, and her hands trembled slightly, betraying her exhaustion and fear.
The prince smiled openly before speaking:
"I thought a bit of company wouldn't hurt."
She looked at him suspiciously and asked in a firm voice:
"What are you expecting from me?"
The prince raised his shoulders slightly, his smile shifting into something more mischievous.
"Nothing in particular," he said with a sly smile, his eyes gleaming with a malicious light.
A suffocating atmosphere weighed over the room, as if the very air had become thicker and harder to breathe. The walls seemed to close in around them, amplifying the feeling of claustrophobia. Sarah's face was tense, her features hard and frozen, like a stone sculpture marked by visceral fear. That terror grew stronger with every smile from her brother.
"Raphaël, I don't think this is necessary," she said, her voice barely more than a trembling whisper.
He slowly turned toward her, an amused smile playing on his thin lips. His eyes gleamed with an almost sadistic light.
"Oh? And what exactly isn't necessary?" he replied, a hint of sarcasm sliding into every syllable.
He rose slowly and walked toward his sister, and with each step he took, Sarah felt her body grow weaker. She shivered with apprehension, while the elf at her side shook violently, like a leaf at the mercy of the wind. And that was only normal after all the abuse the prince had put her through.
The prince reached out and gently caressed his sister's face. Sarah flinched under the touch, terror written in her eyes. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to move away, but she was paralyzed by fear. Raphaël, sensing her fear, smiled with sick satisfaction.
Maïli, for her part, was seized by a deep, creeping unease. She watched the scene with wide eyes, unsettled by the atmosphere in the room. The princess seemed frozen, haunted by memories she could not erase. Maïli was also remembering the incident in the castle garden, when she had seen Raphaël show aggression toward his sister.
As she was recalling that traumatic event in the garden, a loud crack suddenly rang through the room. He had just slapped his sister, who clutched her cheek, a red mark blooming where his hand had struck. The shock of the violence made Sarah stagger, and she struggled to stay seated on her chair despite the throbbing pain.
Maïli watched the scene in stunned disbelief but that was only the beginning. Then, without the slightest trace of remorse, he grabbed his sister's hair with an iron grip, his fingers digging into her strands like a predator's talons. Sarah screamed in pain, but her brother remained unmoved.
He dragged Sarah roughly across the cold, hard floor like a worthless doll. She tried desperately to free herself, but Raphaël's grip was unyielding.
"Since when are you so mouthy? You're forgetting who you're talking to, dear sister," he shouted.
Still holding her by the hair, he began kicking her violently. The blows rained down without mercy, aiming for her abdomen, her sides, her legs. Each impact resounded with terrifying brutality, smashing her body against the floor. Her ribs cracked under the force of the kicks, her breathing becoming labored and desperate. Her screams of pain tore through the air, echoing through the room.
Each strike was a wave of violence, leaving red marks and bruises on her skin. Sarah's face was twisted with suffering, her eyes filled with tears and terror. Gasping for breath, she tried in vain to protect herself, but every attempt was crushed by an even harder blow. Raphaël, relentless, did not stop, his gaze cold and utterly devoid of pity. The blows kept coming, implacable, reducing Sarah to a mass of pain and whimpers.
The entire room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of the violence. The walls echoed with screams and impacts, amplifying the cruelty of every moment. Sarah, panting, her breathing now wheezing, fought not to lose consciousness.
"Stop!" shouted Maïli, rage burning in her eyes, mana leaking from parts of her body.
He smiled before letting go of Sarah, who fell to her knees, her dress stained with blood. Blood trickled from the corners of her lips, betraying the violence she had just endured. Her hands trembled as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes full of pain and fear. Still wearing that cruel smile, he took a few steps back, savoring the scene with perverse satisfaction. Then he looked at Maïli before speaking slowly and clearly:
"Maïli, you know… from the moment I saw you, I wanted to own you and defile you. That noble body, that pure mind, and that soul white as snow," he said, a sadistic smile on his lips.
"You're sick!" she shot back, her voice trembling with anger and disgust.
"Maybe. But today I'm going to take even more from you than when you killed those poor children. Just thinking about that moment still gives me shivers of ecstasy," he replied, a look of depraved pleasure in his eyes.
"You think I'm going to let you do that without a fight?" she retorted fiercely, her fists clenched.
"I've been watching you. I know you," he murmured, his piercing eyes fixing on her with unsettling intensity.
Maïli's eyes widened in horror at what he did next.
"You bastard!"
The prince placed his cold blade under the young elf's throat, who was trembling with fear.
"You have two choices: you give yourself to me, or, if you refuse, I kill her," he said, a cold smile stretching his lips.
"You really are a bastard!" she spat, rage in her voice.
"That's not an answer," Raphaël replied, lowering his blade without the slightest hesitation.
Right before Maïli's horrified eyes, the young elf's arm was cut off in a gush of blood. The poor creature fell from the chair she was sitting on, screaming and writhing in pain, her blood forming a pool around her. Maïli's heart clenched, a sharp pain shooting through her as if her own heart were about to burst.
Without giving her time to react, Raphaël pressed his foot down on the elf, who was now lying in her own blood. He then placed the blade on her other arm, ready to start the carnage again. For Maïli, the air had become unbreathable, each inhale an ordeal. Her heart was pounding so fast she could feel it pulsing through her whole body. Her mind was desperately searching for a solution, any escape from this nightmare situation.
As he raised his blade again to sever the elf's other arm, in a final surge of desperation and haste, she shouted:
"All right!"
Raphaël stopped, the blade suspended in midair, a victorious smile appearing on his face.
"Was that so hard?" he said, his tone honeyed and sarcastic.
Breathless and her heart pounding wildly, she knew she had just given in to an unspeakable horror. But to save the elf, she was ready to sacrifice everything, even her own dignity.
"You're so predictable," he sneered.
"Isn't that what you wanted," she said through gritted teeth, her rage barely contained.
"Hmm, true," he admitted with a laugh.
"But heal them, please," she asked, her tone pleading.
He looked at her for a moment, a mocking smile on his lips.
"Sarah, heal yourself and this elf you're so fond of," he said.
"Y-you…" stammered Sarah, puzzled.
"What, you thought I didn't know? I know perfectly well you were taking care of her whenever I was done playing with her. Now hurry up you mustn't keep your friend waiting," he replied, glancing at Maïli.
Sarah, despite the pain coursing through her, hurried to kneel beside the elf, her hands trembling. She began tending to the wounds with desperate urgency. Her fingers, though used to the task, were hindered by fear and pain.
Maïli watched, her heart tight. Sarah was using her skills to reattach the elf's arm, murmuring words of comfort despite her own suffering. A gentle bluish glow spread from her hands as she tried to stop the bleeding and soothe the pain.
Meanwhile, Raphaël stood back, watching the scene with cruel amusement.
"Faster, Sarah, we don't have all day," he called out harshly.
Sarah, tears in her eyes, continued her work, also healing her own injuries as best she could. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, every second stretching like an eternity.
When Sarah was done with the healing, she took the elf with her and headed for the door. However, she froze when she heard her brother call out:
"Where do you think you're going? I didn't give you permission to leave. You're going to watch the show from the front row."
"But…" she whimpered.
"Sit!" he barked.
They had no choice but to sit down without protest, their hearts heavy and their hands shaking. He turned his full attention back to Maïli, a cruel smile on his face.
"Undress!" Raphaël ordered.
Maïli, her face pale and her hands trembling, began to take off her clothes. Each gesture cost her, her body and mind revolted by the very idea of submitting to such humiliation. But she had no choice, the lives of Sarah and the elf depended on it.
Sarah and the elf watched helplessly, their faces marked by fear and despair. Tears flowed silently down their cheeks, reflecting the horror of the situation.
She felt her heart pounding wildly, her breathing becoming increasingly difficult as she undressed. Each piece of clothing removed was another blow to her soul, gradually reducing her to the state of a silent victim under Raphael's merciless gaze.
When she found herself in her underwear, her entire body was visibly trembling. She, who had faced monsters without flinching, was now reduced to a state of pure terror. Every fiber of her being was gripped by paralyzing fear. Raphael, seeing this strong woman tremble like a leaf, felt an intoxicating excitement. A bulge began to form on his pants, his desire growing along with his sadism.
He approached her, eagerly observing her perfect and balanced curves. The contrast between the strength she had shown in the past and the vulnerability she displayed now only increased his excitement. He raised a hand and slowly caressed Maïli's face, causing uncontrollable shivers to run thru her. Then, without warning, he slapped her violently.
Maïli said nothing, contenting herself with continuing to tremble, tears threatening to flow from her eyes. She knew that any resistance would only make the situation worse, so she remained silent, hoping that the horror would end quickly.
"Take everything off now," ordered Raphael, his voice cold and merciless.
Maïli's hand seemed even heavier, her body stiffening under the immense pressure. Her mind screamed at her not to do it, but she eventually took off her underwear, each movement accompanied by immense pain. Each piece of fabric falling to the ground was like a piece of her dignity. Sarah and the elf, forced to witness this horrible scene, were petrified, their hearts breaking at the suffering inflicted upon her. Now completely naked, she tried as best she could to cover her intimacy with her arms.
"Take your arms away," ordered Raphaël.
She didn't react, lost in her own mind, her body adopting a defensive reflex to protect her mentally.
"Take your arms away!" he shouted, this time pointing his blade at the elf.
Under the threat, she slowly withdrew her arms, revealing all her intimacy. A feeling of shame and self-disgust overwhelmed her, completely engulfing her. She felt her mind cracking, tears beginning to cascade down her face. Each drop was a testament to her humiliation and suffering.
"There, that's what I wanted to see," declared the prince, the bulge in his pants having doubled in size. He savored every moment of his victory, delighting in the sight of Maïli broken and vulnerable before him.
The silence in the room was deafening, each breath, each sob from Maïli echoing like an echo of her suffering. Raphaël watched her, his gaze scanning every inch of her naked skin with perverse satisfaction. He savored every moment of his power over her, each sign of her submission reinforcing his sense of domination.
Raphaël, a sadistic smile on his lips, began to remove her clothes, revealing her naked body and his erect member. He stood before her, his cruelty reaching a level of terrifying malevolence.
"On your knees and lick." he ordered, savoring every moment of his power over her.
Maïli, her heart pounding, complied with desperate slowness. She knelt down, her legs trembling beneath her, her hands clenched into fists to contain her disgust. The smell and taste revolted her, nausea rising within her, but she continued, each movement accentuating her humiliation.
The tears flowed incessantly down her face, mingling with the bitterness of the situation. She closed her eyes, trying to mentally detach herself from what was happening, but the horror of reality caught up with her at every moment. Raphaël observed, his gaze cold and calculating, finding a perverse satisfaction in Maïli's total submission.
Sarah and the elf, forced to witness this scene, were petrified. Their hearts were breaking for her, but they were helpless, trapped in this waking nightmare. Every second felt like an eternity, the room filled with the heavy silence of humiliation and pain.
She felt dirty, so dirty that she wanted to end her life at that very moment. Shame was destroying her from the inside, gnawing at her like a corrosive poison. He then grabbed her head with a brutal grip, shoving his penis down her throat, completely preventing her from breathing. She was choking, desperately gasping for air, but he showed no intention of letting her.
As she was about to faint, she felt his member swell in her throat. Her throat contracted violently around him, her body's reflexes fighting against the intrusion. Then, a wave of warm liquid flowed, Raphael let out a sigh of pleasure. He violently withdrew his penis from her mouth, causing her to gag uncontrollably.
She vomited on the floor, a mixture of bile and semen splashing on her knees and feet. Raphaël, far from being disgusted, watched the scene with sadistic pleasure, his excitement seeming to grow in the face of this vision he found magnificent.
She was catching her breath in large, jerky gasps, struggling to finally get air into her lungs. Tears streamed down her face, her body shaken by spasms of distress. A white liquid was still flowing from her mouth and nose, adding to her humiliation and suffering. Raphael, indifferent to her distress, laughed softly, visibly enjoying the scene.
He observed Maïli's defeated face, murmured with an unhealthy satisfaction:
"Look at yourself, Maïli, you are exactly where you deserve to be."
Without wasting any time, Raphaël grabbed her by the hair and threw her brutally onto the bed. The ecstasy reached its peak, and he could no longer hold back. Without warning, he penetrated her with unprecedented violence, tearing a cry of pain from her. Blood flowed from her intimate area, staining the sheets with an indelible mark.
This monster had gotten what he wanted, defiling her in the worst way, tearing her virginity from her with unspeakable cruelty.
"We still have a long nite ahead of us, you and I," said the prince with a wide, sadistic smile.
He plunged even deeper into her, beginning brutal back-and-forth movements like a beast in heat. She could only scream and howl in pain, each movement inside her feeling like thousands of red-hot needles piercing her, as if a knife was tearing her apart from the inside. Tears streamed down her face, her body wracked with spasms of pain and horror.
Raphaël, insensitive to her suffering, continued, his movements becoming more and more frenetic. The room was filled with the sounds of his brutality, his grunts, and Maïli's heart-wrenching cries. She felt every fiber of her being break, her spirit struggling not to shatter in the face of such atrocity.
And as if that wasn't enough, he also started hitting her. Each blow was brutal and merciless, as if raping her wasn't enough to satisfy his cruelty. The dull thud of the blows echoed in the room, each impact marking Maïli's body and mind a little more. Her screams echoed in the room, mingling with Raphael's grunts, creating a macabre symphony of pain and terror.
Exhausted and broken, she could only endure this torture, her mind wavering with each new wave of pain. The darkness of the nite seemed to close in on her, plunging her into an abyss of despair from which she saw no escape. Raphaël, drunk with power and sadism, continued his destructive work, each act of violence being new proof of his inhumanity.
Sarah and the elf, helpless spectators, were frozen by the horror, their hearts breaking a little more with each scream from him. The room, imbued with Raphael's violence and cruelty, seemed to become a nightmare where hope no longer had a place.
Raphaël, savoring every moment of his absolute power, showed no sign of letting up. His sadistic smile widened with each of his cries, each tear, each drop of blood. For him, it was the ultimate proof of his domination, of his ability to reduce a strong soul to the state of a victim.
Sarah could no longer bear this atrocious sight. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see Maïli's face distorted by pain and tears. She covered her ears, desperately trying to block out the terrible cries of pain that echoed in the room. These screams reminded her of a painful childhood trauma, a memory she had tried to bury for years.
The repressed memories resurfaced with a heart-wrenching brutality. She relived the scenes from her past, scenes where she had been the victim of similar violence, helpless and terrified.
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