“No, my prince…” I whispered as another tear rolled down my cheek. He was clearly in so much pain and I could tell that he was trying to hold himself back while also fighting something inside of him that I couldn’t see. Although he did all those things to me, I just couldn’t find it in me to feel angry while he was suffering so much like this. A loud growl left his lips and then I found myself on my back on the bed again with the prince looming over me. What happened to his self-restraint just now? His eyes were wild again and this time the black fur from his hair had started to spread to some parts of his face such as the sides of his cheek. His hands were all over me again but this time his touches were so rough that it hurt. He squeezed my breasts so hard that I cried out. His hands moved to spread and lift my legs up and then I felt his hardness through his pants as he began grinding it against my wet opening. No…this… I was scared at how fast things were progressing and I had no idea what to expect next. The prince’s sudden change shocked me, and once again, I was at a loss about what to do. There’s got to be a good reason for this. A good reason why he suddenly did that to me and a good reason why I didn’t seem to mind his touches. “The syringe…” the prince hissed through clenched teeth. My eyes traveled to the syringe that was just lying on the bed next to my face after I had dropped it from the force of his sudden attack pushing me backward onto my back. I understood what he wanted me to do but how am I supposed to inject the medicine into him? “I…can’t…” I whimpered as I started to sob harder. The prince growled as if he was frustrated with me. I held the syringe in my hand as my hand shook. Never mind not knowing how to inject someone, I didn’t even know where I was supposed to inject the medicine into him. “Do it…now…” he urged with clear urgency. I can’t believe…I’m doing this. I prayed that this night wasn’t real and that everything that had happened since I stepped foot out of my room was just a nightmare. This isn’t real…please…this can’t be real. After whispering those thoughts to myself with my eyes closed, I opened my eyes and stabbed the needle right into his arm. A simple push on the syringe and the yellow liquid slowly disappeared into his arm. It all happened so fast, and it felt so simple. I had no idea if I did anything right, but it was already over. Prince Leonard smiled at me for the first time since I entered his bedroom and then he closed his eyes. “Prince Leonard!” I screamed his name. I felt his entire weight on top of me as he collapsed onto me. Whatever drug was in the syringe made him lose consciousness right away. I wrapped my arms around his back as I shook his body. He showed no signs of waking up at all no matter how many times I called his name or shook his body. His weight on me felt extremely heavy and I was reminded again of the difference in our size. I have to get out from under him before he crushes me for real… ***Later that night *** After the prince lost his consciousness, I somehow managed to wriggle my body out from under him. I never imagined that he would be so big and heavy. After that, I spent some time flipping the prince onto his back and adjusting his legs and arms into what I hoped was a reasonably comfortable position to sleep in. He was breathing regularly and deeply like he was in a peaceful sleep. The relaxed look on his face as he slept made him look much younger and very innocent. His blond eyelashes that framed his eyes were long and I couldn’t stop staring at his face. What am I doing? I snapped myself out of my trance and broke my gaze away from his face. It was like he had casted a spell over me and that made it hard for me to look away from him. Thankfully the prince was sleeping peacefully now. With my clothes torn in so many places, I was more than half naked with not much to cover my body. It was still nighttime, but I felt like I should leave this room and find a way back to the maids’ quarters. If luck was on my side Madame Cassandra might be able to help me, if only, I could find her. Gently, I eased myself off the prince’s bed and tiptoed to the door. I reached for the door handle and turned it. The handle wouldn’t turn, and the door wouldn’t budge at all. I bit down on my lower lip to prevent a cry of frustration from escaping my lips as my brows knitted into a frown when I quickly recalled the sound of Prince Darius locking the door from the outside. He really locked me up in here with Prince Leonard?!This is just crazy… If I knocked and called for help, then I might wake up Prince Leonard. I doubt that there was anyone on the other side of the door anyways. Prince Darius was probably long gone. I glanced at the door before turning around to take a look at the prince sleeping in his bed. A sigh of resignation left me as I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I already knew what I should do. Without any hesitation, I walked back towards the prince’s bed and softly sat down on its side. He's supposed to be sick…right? Just when that thought ran through my head, the prince started to stir. My eyes widened as I took in n sharp breath in my surprise. I guess the shot just now didn’t have a lasting effect. It seemed that the prince wouldn’t have a long and deep sleep until morning came. --To be continued…