Chapter 2:
Makenna’s POV
When my eyes fluttered open, I felt a cold shock run through me, and a dull ache radiated from my hands and ankles. I was tied up, my arms and legs bundled tightly with rough ropes.
“Who did this to me?”
I immediately panicked, struggling to wriggle free, but my movements only caused the sisal to cut deeper into my skin. “Save your energy, dear sister,” a voice dripped with smug satisfaction from above me. “You’re not getting out of this.”
I looked around and realized I was in a train station. The nearby train was preparing to leave.
Standing in front of me were Frank, Jessica, my father, and my stepmother, all looking as cold as ice. The horrifying realization hit me—they were sacrificing me for Jessica.
A wave of pain and despair crashed over me. “This is so unfair!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the station. “Let go of me! You can’t do this!”
Jessica should have been the one sent to be a sex slave to the princes, not me. How could they replace her with me?
“Stop making a scene, Makenna.” Irene Dunn, my stepmother, feigned a gentle tone. “The three princes aren’t as bad as the rumors. You can’t believe anything yet! You’ll have a better life there.”
I spat out a bitter laugh. “If that’s true, why aren’t you sending Jessica?”
Irene’s facade cracked, and she struggled to maintain her composure. After a moment, she turned to my father, seeking support. “Honey, please talk to her.”
My father finally spoke, his voice as cold as his gaze. “Your mother is right, Makenna. Jessica is too young to handle palace life. You’ve always been sensible, so I believe you know you’re the better choice. Now be a good girl and let’s get you on the train.”
My father’s words shattered my last hope. Everyone knew the king’s three sons were brutal and merciless. Yet my own father was sending me to my death without a second thought.
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With a malicious grin, Jessica added, “Good luck, dear sister. Your wedding venue won’t go to waste. Frank and I will throw a grand celebration there.”
The wedding…
I cringed even more. My heart was a cauldron of pain and hatred. I was just about to marry Frank! How could he betray me like this?
Desperately, I searched his eyes for a spark of redemption, a hint that he would speak up and stop this absurd arrangement. But Frank’s cold, silent stare pierced me instead.
In a moment of despair, I shut my eyes and laughed bitterly at my own foolishness. Even now, I clung to the hope that this heartless man might save me. How naive I had been!
They must have thought I had lost my mind. Irene grew impatient with my sobs. A curt gesture to the royal soldiers was all it took.
I was roughly hauled to my feet, dragged, and yanked into the waiting train before being dumped in a corner. I curled up, watching the armed soldiers patrol the carriages. I couldn’t control my tears anymore.
The journey felt like an eternity of torment. Each rattle of the train felt like a nail in my coffin. All I dreaded was the train stopping, because then it would mean the end of my life.
Time blurred as the train chugged on. Just when I thought I couldn’t endure any longer, we finally arrived at the palace.
The soldiers shoved me into a grand hall teeming with women, all of them looking terrified. Clearly, they had been brought here against their will, just like me.
Anxiety clawed at me as I pondered my fate.
No! I wasn’t going to die here.
I furtively scanned the room, gauging my chances of escape. But the exit was heavily guarded. I was too weak to make a break for it. The realization tightened the noose of dread around me.
“Alright, girls. Stand up straight,” a female voice commanded. A woman in a uniform strode into the hall.
Her gaze swept over us. “I’m Hayley White, the inspector for selecting the princes’ sex slaves. Now, all of you, strip. The princes will be here soon to inspect you. They will choose the suitable she-wolves to be their sex slaves.”
What? Strip?
I widened my eyes, my trembling fingers clutching my clothes. Stripping in front of so many people felt like a nightmare. We all shared the terror. None of us wanted to be treated like animals, to be stripped of our dignity.
Hayley, noticing our hesitation, exchanged a quick look with a nearby soldier. He nodded, stepped forward, grabbed a woman at random, and began ripping her clothes off.
“Argh! Stop it! Let go of me! No!”
Her panicked screams echoed through the hall. She fought tooth and nail, but the soldier’s grip was too strong. He pinned her to the floor and ripped her clothes off without mercy.
Within moments, she was naked, huddled in a corner, sobbing uncontrollably.
The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. I stepped back, my heart pounding, the horror even making it hard to breathe.
This was beyond terrifying.
It was clear that the princes’ sex slaves held no value here; we were disposable objects, subjected to humiliation and cruelty at their whim.
Hayley’s stern voice rang out again. “Hurry up! Take off your clothes now, or you’ll all end up like her!”
The other women, who had been hesitant, exchanged fearful glances. Sniffling and sobbing, they began to undress with slow, jerky movements.
I watched them, knowing I had no choice. With a heavy heart, I closed my eyes and started unbuttoning my blouse, silently praying that I wouldn’t be chosen by any prince.
Shortly after, we were all standing there, naked and shivering, lined up like cattle at an auction. Silent tears rolled down every cheek as the humiliation settled in.
Hayley surveyed us with a nod of satisfaction. “Much better. Now, stay put and behave. The princes will soon choose their favorites.”
Her words hit me like a slap, making me feel exposed and vulnerable. My stomach churned at the thought of being paraded before three men, like I was nothing more than just a piece of meat. I clenched my fists hard, feeling the burning humiliation.
However, time dragged on, and still, no princes appeared.
Hayley glanced at her watch, a frown creasing her brow. She barked at a nearby servant, “Go find out why the princes aren’t here yet.”
The servant scurried off and returned moments later, looking uneasy. “Ms. White, the princes… none of them are willing to come.”
Before she could finish, a commotion erupted at the entrance. A guard cried out in pain as he was kicked aside. A man with blonde hair and a deadly aura stormed into the hall.
He was strikingly handsome—smooth but also rugged. Thick eyebrows, high cheekbones, and a chiseled jawline gave his face a fierce edge. His presence was so intimidating that no one dared to meet his piercing blue gaze as he scanned the hall. He honestly looked like he had laser vision.
I quickly lowered my head, my heart pounding from his fierce gaze. Hayley’s tone shifted to one of deference as she hurried over to him.
“Good day, Prince Bryan,” she greeted, her posture rigid with respect.
