The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 12
For a fleeting second, doubt crossed her mind—Is this really okay?—but she quickly steeled herself. Psyche clenched her damp hands tightly from the tension.
“You… truly are the worst.”
She tried to sound as composed as possible, but her voice trembled embarrassingly. Psyche took a deep breath and deliberately chose harsher words to continue.
“That will never happen, not even over my dead body. So break an arm and leave.”
“‘Not even over my dead body,’ you say…”
Suddenly, his demeanor changed. It was as if he’d been humoring her until now; his gaze turned far more menacing than before. A chilling smile crept across his lips.
“Better to have both arms broken than to spread your legs for some lowly Arje dog, is that it?”
“I-I never said you were a lowly…”
Psyche, who hadn’t anticipated such an intense reaction, stammered in shock. For a moment, Rezus, who had been silently looking down at her, let an incongruously sweet smile play on his lips. Dropping his gaze languidly, he murmured darkly,
“Mathes is noble, and Arje is lowly. Isn’t that the ideology rooted in your minds?”
If looks could kill, Rezus would have torn Psyche apart several times over already. As she inhaled sharply at the ferocity in his gaze,
“But what to do now.”
Rezus suddenly seized her arm and yanked her into his embrace. The movement was as swift as a feral beast subduing its prey, leaving no room for resistance. At a distance so close their noses nearly touched, Psyche couldn’t push him away or even breathe.
“That lowly bastard must see the noble Princess of Mathes spread her legs.”
…What?
Before she could even process what he meant, Rezus began striding somewhere with Psyche in tow. Her mind was still consumed by the vivid images of Ruon’s devastated state and the men who had tried to break her arms. Psyche, initially dazed, belatedly started struggling to break free from his grasp.
“Let me go!”
No one stopped Rezus, and he was too strong and imposing. Fear gripped Psyche as she screamed and thrashed wildly in rebellion.
“I said, let me go…!”
But a woman’s frail strength was no match for the towering man. No, even most men wouldn’t have been able to overpower him, let alone her. Helpless, she was dragged along by him.
In a flash, they were at the door to her room. Rezus shoved her roughly inside the chamber. Psyche let out a scream as she was sent sprawling to the floor.
“If you were going to refuse, you should’ve done it nicely.”
A loud thud echoed as the door slammed shut. The cruelly beautiful man approached her leisurely, his crimson eyes gleaming. Towering over 190 centimeters, he bent his massive frame, knelt on one knee, and grasped Psyche’s chin, slowly tilting it upward.
“Why provoke me and drive me mad?”
Psyche trembled like prey before a ferocious monster. Rezus’s eyes were half-crazed. He openly let his gaze rake over her sensual figure, then let out a scoff as he lazily swept back his bangs.
“Ah, maybe this worked out for the better.”
His sleek black hair shifted, briefly exposing his broad forehead, before falling back to lightly brush over his eyebrows. Rising to his full height, Rezus then pulled Psyche up with him, wrapping his arms gently around her waist. Psyche flinched, but he drew her closer into his embrace, tilting his head down slowly.
“There’s something I’ve been curious about.”
His hot breath brushed against her ear as he murmured.
“If I see you crying beneath me, how will that bastard react?”
Her expression visibly hardened. Perhaps from the overwhelming tension, she finally grasped the gravity of the situation—what Rezus intended by dragging her to his chambers. While a wave of relief washed over her from narrowly escaping the threat of broken arms, her body still trembled with fear.
As she pushed against him and tried to retreat, Rezus, his face devoid of expression, lightly nudged her shoulder.
“Huh…?”
Flop.
Her delicate body landed on the bed. In an instant, Rezus climbed atop her, caging her with his large hands pressed into the mattress. Psyche froze, staring at his veined, powerful hands—those very same hands that had nearly crushed her arms earlier.
“Don’t… please, don’t do this.”
