The Evil Queen is finally out on Amazon!
Right now for the next 5 days I am offering it for free to get some feedback. Grab your copy on Amazon, and please leave me a review on Amazon or GoodReads. I am looking forward to hear your comments and it really helps me grow as a writer and get more visibilty to create ever more exciting content in the future.
To celebrate, here is the beginning of chapter two. You can read chapter 1 here (part 1 and part 2).
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“Snow White is the fairest of all,” he replied, the sudden pain and her mockful laughters reminding him of his determination not to succumb to the villain, though his conviction sounded less certain than he hoped for. “My heart is for her only.”
“Your heart maybe… Not so sure about the rest,” she giggled, grabbing the very visible bulge between his legs, forcefully gripping through the fabric of his pants to signal her complete awareness of his intimate sensations. The prince felt shame overwhelm him and swiftly looked away, but she quickly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look back.
“It’s disrespectful to look away when a Queen is talking to you.”
“I’m a prince. My authority is equal to yours,” he tried to speak with confidence, yet looking into her eyes made his soul shiver and his limbs numb.
“Oh, are you sure?” she mocked him, her face just inches away, her breath on his skin. “Titles don’t mean much when it comes to power. And being pretty doesn’t either.”
She slapped him hard in the face, leaving him startled and dizzy.
“You’re about to learn that my magic and my army are the least of my powers,” she chuckled, slowly walking away toward her throne. Suddenly, the chains disappeared as swiftly as they had come, leaving the disoriented prince free. Bewildered, he quickly scanned the room, locating and grabbing his sword. Thoughts raced through his mind— what was going on? Was her magic over? Should he attack now? But what if it’s a trap? Is she expecting exactly that?
“Don’t waste it,” she giggled, as if reading his mind. “If you plan to attack, this is your best chance, with me giving you my back, completely unaware of your actions, so vulnerable and helpless.”
Her obvious mockery intensified his feeling of weakness. He felt as if he was just a pawn in a game bigger than him, as if she were always one step ahead. She turned around, sitting on her throne again, smirking at his face paralyzed by helplessness. He realized his resistance was futile, and she reveled in his expression: vulnerable, caged, scared, like a little prey about to be hunted down.
“So, what is your choice? Do you need to go through a further embarrassing defeat, or would you rather just talk?” she mocked him.
He held tight to the sword, trembling in frustration and desperation, until finally, he let go. The echo of the sword hitting the floor resounded in the empty chamber, with her smirk of satisfaction at her victory sounding almost like a hiss.
“Very well. Since you finally learned manners, we can talk in a friendlier way. Be nice, and bring me some of that wine,” she pointed at a jug on a nearby stand. Despite her sudden politeness, she dictated his actions like a servant.
Helpless and broken, he instinctively moved to immediately follow her order, without even questioning that it meant complete surrender. But she halted him while he was still mentally processing the surreal situation.
“But first, strip.”
He looked at her bewildered, his mouth moving to produce speech that failed to emerge. His brain struggled to conjure words.
“You have two choices,” she explained in a matter-of-fact tone. “Obey now, and perhaps reap a reward if you are obedient enough. Or, obey later, after you’ve begged me to stop punishing you for not doing it immediately.”
His eyes ran up and down her figure, a mixture of emotions—intimidation and curiosity. He was more afraid than he’s ever been, but part of him felt curious and even intrigued by what she might do to him. In his powerlessness, he couldn’t help but wonder. What would be the reward? What would be the punishment? Even more frighteningly… which one was he more keen on discovering?
He remembered her caressing his chest, scratching it, and pinching it, and the response of his body to each touch… Even while she was hurting him. Conflicting emotions surged within him—fear and desire growing, overwhelming his senses.
He had always been in control, with servants and noblemen bowing at his every whim. Since childhood, the world had revolved around serving him. Except now. For the first time, he felt intimidated, trapped, inferior, out of control.
“So, what do you choose? Obey now or later?”
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