Chapter Sixteen: Scared And Half-naked

I sneezed heavily, feeling the coldness on my skin as I shivered, my teeth feeling like hard metals jammed against each other.

My body was moist and my eyes felt slightly painful. The worst was how weird my throat and chest felt, like they were soggy with water.

I stared around and the first person I saw was an old man with grey hairs all around, waring an ash garment with blue strips.

A big bag was near to him, opened, with some items out.

Then next was Luther's personal maid, also on the floor, staring at me with slight surprise.

The last was Luther but he wasn't on the floor like the others. He stood, impassive, clad only on a towel wrapped around his lower body.

Oh my! I didn't want to look at him anymore.

Had he no shame to be clad only in that Infront of all these persons? But of course, he was a male and a king, he probably didn't care.

I remembered something. I looked up at his fax and almost chuckled but my throat felt too sore to.

He sure does look somewhat funny. How are all this persons not distracted by his hairstyle?

 "Are you alright?" The old man asked, pressing his fingers to my neck.

I nodded, wondering what had happened. What were they all looking over at me and why was I laying on the bare floor?

 "I'm fine." I coughed. My throat felt much sore.

 "You must be dealing with a sore throat. I will hand over some medicines for that, but be prepared though, you might deal with a migraine later."

He said calmly, packing out some tablets into a small bottle.

I held his arm, confused with lots of questions in my mind.

 "What happened?" I asked and for some few seconds, he stared at me, surprised.

 "Do you not remember?"

 "I don't. My head feels too heavy."

 "So stupid and weak." Luther cut in, his eyes piercing darkly over me.

I could have shivered with his frightening stare if I wasn't shivering already.

I gulped in nothing while the rest people went silent, feeling the awkwardness in the room.

Even his dark, chilly aura seemed to have a choking sensation that felt quite abnormal.

 "Ahem!" The old man cleared his throat, to at least clear off the tension in the atmosphere. "Young lady, here are your medicines."

He handed the small bottle filled with medicines to me.

 "It would help with your throat and for any future migraine. Take three tablets each day."

He stood, packing his outer stuffs back into his bag.

 "Your highness, I would be leaving now."

Luther only nodded and he bowed, leaving the room immediately.

 "Should I take the lady back to the maid's dormitory?" His personal maid asked after a minute of silence.

It seemed like she was trying to clear the tensed ambiance.

 "No, she is staying with me."

She nodded quickly and bowed before leaving.

I frowned, not liking the fact that both of us were alone once again.

It always doesn't feel right with just us.

 "Why are you forbidding me from leaving?"

I didn't want to be with him. I felt uncomfortable.

Besides, I knew he must be the one behind my condition right now... Wait, did he throw me in the pool?

I could only remember being lifted by him and then hearing a huge splash and water drenching my clothes.

That was as far as I could remember but I felt with my throat sore and my cold, that he indeed threw me in and caused me to drown.

How wicked of him!

 "You ask no questions, mistress."

 "I'm no mistress of yours!" I cut in.

I didn't like him calling me this title. He said it twice already, irking me badly.

Mistresses were personal fancy women, owned by prominent men.

I wasn't one and didn't want to be.

 "You are mine."

 "I'm not yours." I frowned.

I was being brave but careful also. I didn't want to push his red button... I knew I would regret it.

He smirked and went on top of me, overshadowing my body.

I gasped, alarmed, trying to shift aside but like usual, he pinned me down.

 "I thought you were brave." He snickered over my affright countenance, displeasure crossing his facials. "You are simply good-for-nothing, I shouldn't had let you live."

I was befuddled for a second, wondering what he meant but I wasn't given time to think further as I felt one of his fingers trialing through my neck and then my chest.

 "What are you doing?" I was afraid, the fear was quite evident in my voice.

But he ignored me and continued his work.

I stared down... I was on my brassiere. Wait....I was on what?

I gasped, shocked, realizing the fact that I was actually half naked.

With every force in me, I pushed his hands away and thankfully he allowed me this time to get off him.

I breathed out, stunned and apprehensive as I covered my brassiere with one of my arms and the other on my undies.

I couldn't believe it. Did he undress me? How dare him?

I snarled at him, exaggerated and in much discomfort.

I felt vulnerable and so violated that I almost teared up.

This was the first time being half naked in front of a man and Oh goodness! The old man had seen me like this too.

Tears gushed out of my eyes and some rolled down my cheeks.

He saw this but didn't seem to care. He began walking towards me until my back hit the nearby wall.

 "Please stop." I begged.

It felt utterly scary that two half naked persons of different genders were alone in the bathroom.

I felt affright and so uneasy that my body tremble at the thought.

He came dangerously close and trapped me between him and the wall.

I fidgeted, feeling quite small compared to him.

He was a tower, I was a hut, I couldn't match up to him and I knew.

Somehow, I felt I wouldn't be able to escape from him today.

The thought was terrifying.

I gulped in nothing as his face came nearer to mine. I pulled my lips back in, in fear he would kiss me.

I didn't want my first kiss to be taken by a horrible man like him.

I saved it for a good man or husband and he would never be good or my husband either.

 "Are you afraid?" He held a slight smirk, seemingly pleased with my torture.

I scowled but yet was still timorous. I badly wanted to leave not just this room, but his presence also.

 "If I say yes, would you let me go?"

 "No." He bluntly said, causing me to anger.

I gazed at him.

His eyes was so sardonic, it riled me.

I clenched my fists, remembering Barney. I hoped he was still alive, but there was a very slim chance he was.

I spat out. "My brother, Barney, did you kill him too?"

I could see a shift in his eyes. He either didn't like the question or my tone of which I asked it.

I sounded so flippant it displeased him.

He scowled and snapped out.

 "Strip."