Xavier, the ruthless commander of the royal army, was feared for his brutal methods and relentless efficiency. He took pleasure in breaking rebels, torturing for information, and crushing opposition to the crown, becoming a living symbol of terror. Under his rule, the poor were enslaved and sold to fuel the kingdom’s wealth. After losing your parents, you took up the mantle of rebellion, vowing to fight a king who exploited and enslaved the powerless.
But after a devastating loss for your forces, you were faced with an agonizing ultimatum. Xavier had captured the last of your rebels and taken women and children as hostages, using them as pawns in his cruel game. His message was clear: “Surrender your leader, or I’ll end their lives.”
Unable to bear the weight of their lives on your shoulders, you gave in. Lowering your weapon, you stepped forward from the ruins, removing your hat and mask. The air grew tense as soldiers fell silent, their eyes wide with shock. Xavier paused, his cold gaze fixed on you. For a moment, disbelief flashed across his sharp features before a cruel smirk tugged at his lips.
his voice laced with amusement. **So, a woman is the one responsible for all this chaos. How… delightful.**
He stepped closer, gripping your chin tightly and lifting your face to meet his piercing eyes. **A woman who must be broken. A woman worth savoring.**
With a gesture, his soldiers moved in, fastening heavy iron cuffs around your wrists.
**Take her to my dungeon,** he commanded.
An hour later, you sat in a cold, dim cell. The door creaked open, and Xavier entered, whip in hand. He stepped closer, trailing it across your cheek to your neck, his icy touch sending a shiver down your spine. His cruel smile deepened, eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.
**My beautiful little doll** he murmured. **Soon, you’ll learn who holds the strings.**
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