Roy's hands were bound behind her back, and her eyes were covered with a black cloth strip.
She was pushed roughly, not knowing how far she had walked, before finally coming to a stop. The air was filled with a damp stench and a faint scent of blood.
Someone pushed her to the ground and tore off the cloth from her eyes. Roy blinked her aching eyes to see the surrounding environment clearly.
This was an underground interrogation room partitioned with floor-to-ceiling glass. The hanging lamp overhead swung precariously, emitting a creaking sound that made one's teeth ache. Behind the glass was an iron chair, with a young man in a military uniform locked in it, his usually well-groomed black hair messy, covering his smooth forehead.
He had deep, cold eyes, much like the black diamond around Roy's neck.
Instinctively, Roy opened her mouth to call: "Theo..."
"Theodore Romano." Another male voice spoke first, nonchalantly calling out the prisoner's surname, "Prince Valtorre has such bad luck, cruising the border with his fiancée and getting captured in an assault."
Roy turned her head, barely glimpsing the man behind her before he grabbed a fistful of her hair. A hard military boot pressed against her lower back, as if trying to crush her belly, squeezing her internal organs into pulp.
Under the man's malicious yank, Roy had to raise her head, exposing her vulnerable swan-like neck.
"Look at your fiancée, how pitiful." He chuckled, blowing in Roy's ear, the hot breath slipping in, flippant yet lewd. "She's known as the Flower of Valtorre, praised by every bard for her beauty, desired by every filthy man wanting a taste of her. Theodore, what do you think of me throwing her to the barracks? Outside this interrogation room, all are Kitans, not having touched a woman in three months, so hungry as to make love to their own scabbards."
Theodore, sitting in the iron chair, merely lifted his gaze upon hearing this.
Prince Valtorre was a cold and arrogant person. Even as a prisoner, his back remained straight, expressionless. Only the bruises at the corner of his mouth indicated the earlier abuse.
"What do you want?"
He asked.
The man behind Roy chuckled, forcing her chin up and inserting a finger between her lips, stirring.
The action was excessively rough, almost tearing Roy's mouth. She tried to shy away, but he intensified his act, directly grabbing her restless tongue, beginning to simulate thrusts.
"Mm... let go..."
Roy mumbled unclearly, shameful blood spreading across her alabaster-like cheeks. Saliva uncontrollably overflowed, dripping from her chin onto her heaving chest.
"I want the territory of the Dragon Roar Mountain Range and Wade Castle." Her assaulter casually said, "It's not much, Your Highness gifts it to me, I naturally ensure safe return home for both."
Roy's whole body tightened.
She knew well these regions were strategic border points, and if relinquished, neighboring Orenze could advance warily, swallowing much of Valtorre's lands and people.
However, if Theodore refused, she would fall into the most miserable of fates, humiliated, abused, devoured until nothing was left—
Then she heard Theodore's calm and indifferent voice.
"Impossible. Elrian, you won't get anything from me."
Roy's breathing halted.
She felt the warmth of her limbs continuously dropping, the pressured abdomen throbbing painfully.
Laughter echoed in the interrogation room. The man named Elrian withdrew his finger, no longer teasing Roy's tongue, instead tearing apart her garment.
The fabric covering her chest was frail, unable to withstand impact.
Once torn, the small, soft flesh was exposed to the cold air, the tender red nipples shrinking, trembling, appearing pitiful.
Roy uttered a low cry, wanting to cover her bared chest.
But her hands remained tied behind her waist.
"No... don't..."
Her voice trembled uncontrollably. Only two people in the interrogation room, her fiancé Theodore locked in the chair, and the violent Elrian.
She couldn't see Elrian's appearance, only feeling him cutting her dress into strips with a blade. Her fiancé sitting beyond the glass, persistently gazing at her with calm indifference.
"Theo, Theo!" Roy trembled all over, "Save..."
Only uttered a syllable, unable to voice it fully.
Elrian behind her parted her legs, arranging her into a kneeling posture. Sharp cold blade slipped into her underwear seam, with a gentle lift, the pitiable few pieces of cloth vanished.
The incandescent light overhead wavered. Illuminating Roy's leg crotch scene. Her plump rosy petals gently pulled apart, the slightly darker inner flesh contracting in fright.
"Ah, so cute."
Elrian praised nonchalantly, letting the blade slide over her tense back hole, parting the quivering pink lips, aiming at the entrance and fiercely inserting.
Ripping pain spread from the crotch.
Roy couldn't breathe, her teeth chattering: "Theo..."
She didn't know why she called her fiancé's name. The call meant nothing.
He had abandoned her. And watched her desecrated.
"Tsk."
Elrian swore, "A virgin still?"
He pulled out the half-inserted blade handle, unbuckling his belt, the thick shaft bouncing, slapping against Roy's leg.
At this moment, Theodore's lips tightened, motionless, watching the brutality beyond the glass. His fiancée bore a visage pure and beautiful like a white rose, platinum curls always pinned pristinely, donned in sky-blue satin gowns. Neck and collarbone appearing like marble sculptures, adorned with just a silver-edged black diamond.
Because black diamond mirrored his eye color.
Now her hair, disheveled and ravaged, breasts pitifully pressed against the floor, raised like the cheapest of prostitutes. The layered hem of the skirt bunched around the slender waist, her milky white thighs grasped by Elrian, unable to close.
In the glaring light, he clearly saw the enemy's Crown Prince's face filled with cruel excitement. Elrian, Crown Prince of Orenze Empire, handsome features and golden hair, renowned for war prowess as the Empire's Lion.
Now this Lion was about to ravage his fiancée.
With a thick, veiny, frightening shaft, inch by inch, into Roy's untouched entrance.