Chapitre 24: Rogue Feelings
"What was that just now?"
Dela had to ask.
What was wrong with the immortal? Shamelessly forcing food down her mouth in such a way, and then laying with his hard body on her soft one...
Touching her like that...
Making her think dirty thoughts!
And most of all, what was wrong with her?
Getting enticed... seduced, even!
Dela could not understand what was wrong with her, or what was causing her to have such reactions to a being she hated.
And not only that, there were a lot of questions that buggled her mind.
Now that she thought about it, everything about her capture and imprisonment seemed suspicious.
Her entire army was shown no mercy, yet she was delivered to the Fortress physically unscathed and unharmed.
Moreso, the immortal refuses to kill her.
She's a prisoner, bound in chains, yet the hand cuffs and leg cuffs she's been put in are rather warm and comfortable, and the chains attached to them are lengthy. So lengthy, they allow for a lot of movement.
In fact, they barely restrained her. She could move about rather freely like she wasn't chained, except for the inconvenience of the weight of the chains, and the excess length rolling on the floor behind her.
Her restraints were far more decorative than restraining!
Again, her prison was an exquisite room made for royalty, with servants to tend to her every need without her asking.
The servants referred to her as "Your grace", and even the food she had been served smelled and looked amazing.
Why was the immortal imprisoning her, yet treating her like a treasured piece?
Instead of the terrible torture, humiliation, and eventual painful death she was expecting, she felt rather pampered.
More like a... a kept woman! But one in chains, like something straight out of a pervert's dark fantasies.
The servants were obviously trying their hardest to make her look sexually appealing. Even going to extraordinary lengths to accentuate her already glorious levels of beauty!
The additional golden chains the servants had connected to the arm and leg restraints were wrapped around her body rather suggestively...
The clothes too, barely covered her up. Her delicate curves were slightly exposed such that she could feel a cool breeze waft over her skin, meandering easily through what was meant to be 'clothes'.
'Those servants must be doing this on purpose', she reasons.
Despite that, the immortal had not yet laid his hands on her. Rather he teased her, saying something within the lines of 'he couldn't have her yet', and then left.
*blush*
'Why not?', she wonders.
She was clearly his prisoner, so what was stopping him?
Did he plan to fatten her up, or in this case, pretty her up before devouring her like the old tales?
No!... it couldn't be!
Yet it could, because they seemed to be trying accentuate her beauty by all means, she thought.
...
Not just that, these racey clothes were rather exceptionally beautiful and expensive looking. She had never seen such fabrics before. Soft, smooth, see-through and shimmering.
And what was with the expensive jewellery and the little gold tiara and adornments on her head??
Yes, she was a queen before, but the immortal, himself had destroyed her people and captured her.
What was the point of dressing her as one?
Treating her and addressing her as royalty when she had no kingdom... was the immortal just trying to make a statement?
Was he making a mockery of her?
...
And now this!
She was supposed to be starving herself to death, yet here she was, chomping down on some delicious food.
"Hah...", she sighs, exasperated, taking a bite.
"Mmn... oh my..."
'So delicious!', Dela savoured the amazing flavour of the food. The food tastes heavenly! Beyond expectations.
What was she thinking, wanting to die of starvation in the presence of such delicacies?
What travesty!
Starvation was such a painful death too. She would think of a way to die later, of some other less painful causes.
'Besides, I have no other choice', Dela blatantly excuses her greed.
True, she is forced to eat. She has to. And eat a lot or...
'...or that wicked immortal would be back to forcefeed me in even more suggestive ways', she reasons.
'Touch my lips again, kiss me...
Probably do something even worse, like pour some cream over my exposed stomach parts and lick?...', Dela's thoughts began to stray.
Thinking back to the moment when Gorak was pressed against her on the soft bed, her rogue brain generously adds further details.
'...and...and run his hand up my side and over my boobies and squeeze-'
Oh la la!
*blush*
Dela's wild thoughts instantly make her completely flushed, as her body runs hot.
"What the f**k am I thinking now?!"
Dela questions out loud in alarm, holding her head in her hands in disbelief.
The servants silently spying on her are startled by her sudden loud outburst, large awkward sweat drops hanging over their heads.
'Her Grace was going mad, screaming and cursing out of nowhere, for no apparent reason.', they thought.
They were freaked out. They couldn't be blamed, though because Dela was freaking even herself out.
'Something is definitely wrong with me', she thought to herself, pacing frantically.
She had lost control of her thoughts.
It was like just by coming close to her, the immortal was able to blur her thoughts and turn her into nothing more than an animal on heat!
Perhaps his amazing smell contained an aphrodisiac. Whenever he came close, she would suddenly begin to lose herself.
How long would it be until her thoughts influenced her actions?
She could never let that happen.
Whatever the case, she had to find a way to get herself under control. This was just too embarrassing and disgraceful.
"Dela, he killed your people. You hate him. You cannot be attracted to him."
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Over the next few months, Dela's questions only increase as her confusing situation worsens.
She was a prisoner of war, right?
Right.
So why did it feel like the immortal was courting her?!
He would send her numerous "gifts". More ornaments, adornments of precious gems and the most beautiful, yet racey clothing.
She was even allowed to roam the grounds freely! Although, there were dark guards at every turn, visible and invisible. (She had learned of the invisible guards the hard way, when she tried to escape).
Moreso, the immortal gave her special attention. More teasing, and flirting, yet, he still had not laid his hands upon her. He had proved to be quite the gentleman.
And if anyone dared to displease her, even just by accident, he would have them gravely punished, or eliminated!
He treated her better than a mistress. Like she was the queen of his rulership. A captive queen, nonetheless.
However, it was brazenly obvious that his intentions were not at all to make her into a s*x slave.
So what were his intentions?
Dela wasn't sure, but she noticed that he seemed to be trying to court her. And over the past few months, her betraying heart had grown fonder and fonder of him.
She was swooning!
Most ridiculous, was the fact that he was taking her as his student. Giving her "a necessary training in ruthlessness", as he called it.
He would come to visit her once every other day for her "training". During which he would take her through the grounds, showing her the gory details of his "rulership" and teaching her the "value of being a ruthless leader".
Why was she being trained to be a ruthless leader?
She had a feeling that these training sessions were just an excuse for them to spend more time together.
He was teaching her to fight better, yes but without powers, she was still ultimately a weak, defenseless human. She could never hope to successfully escape with this 'empowerment'.
Rather, the time they spent together gave them a special, private time to bond. Useful or not, Dela had found herself looking forward to Gorak's training sessions.
Why was she looking forward to his trainings??
Why did she want to spend time with a terrible villain like him?
Why was she attracted to him?
Had she gone mad?
Was this Stockholm syndrome?
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Power Stone 
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