The Runaway Maid is Loved by the Archmage - Chapter 29
Roberto, having finished, was sleeping soundly in his bed, while she remained trapped in the secret room within his chambers. She had lost even her small, solitary room, a place Maili frequently invaded, but at least it had been hers.
Now, she was suspended from the ceiling, her wrists bound in chains, bruised and swollen. Her clothes were torn, her eyes covered, and a gag prevented her from speaking.
Her body was marred by bruises and cuts, a testament to the violence she had endured. Blood stained the floor around her.
Roberto had unleashed his fury on her. The tenderness he had shown her in recent days had been a cruel deception. He had used various tools to break her.
He had forced her to perform degrading acts, treating her like an animal. She had been violated in every way imaginable.
Roina felt a strange sense of resignation. This was what she had come to expect. Roberto hadn’t changed.
She had hoped that he might treat her differently, but it was foolish. He was the same man she had always known.
She gritted her teeth and tried to stand on her tiptoes. The shackles on her ankles made it difficult. Her body was sore and weak.
Sweat trickled down her back. As she struggled, her br*asts were exposed to the moonlight. Even in her broken state, she was still beautiful.
Then, a warm blanket was wrapped around her. Strong arms lifted her. In the darkness, she could feel a familiar presence.
It was Ethan.
“Ugh…”
Roina groaned involuntarily. Ethan, as if on autopilot, gently kissed her shoulder and began to unfasten the chains binding her wrists. His calloused fingers brushed against her skin as he worked, sending a shiver down her spine.
When she finally removed the blindfold, she saw Ethan’s hardened expression. He stared at her for a long moment. Then, he offered her a damp cloth.
Hesitantly, Roina pushed his hand away. He seemed surprised.
“Please, do it for me. I’m too weak…”
He hesitated but eventually complied, gently cleaning her feet, legs, and thighs. Each time he reached her lower regions, he paused.
He peeled back the blanket, revealing her bruised and battered body. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on her, making her look like a fallen angel.
Ethan froze, unable to look away. He was captivated by her beauty, even in her broken state.
“Mmm…”
Roina moaned involuntarily as Ethan lowered his head. She had an impulsive thought: she wanted to corrupt him. Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the drug the Crown Prince had given her, or maybe it was just the moonlight, but she felt a surge of defiance. She was trapped, but he was still free. She wanted to bring him down to her level.
When he went to remove his hand, she grabbed it and pulled it towards her chest. He stumbled slightly, and the cloth fell from his hand.
She slid his hand across her br*ast. He froze, then gently began to caress her. She could feel his heat through the fabric.
She removed the blindfold herself. Ethan looked at her with a strange intensity. He seemed almost hesitant.
“Can you help me clean myself?” she asked.
He hesitated but nodded, gently cleaning her. As he reached her lower regions, he paused.
