The faint scent of licorice mingled with the Equinox Flower Perfume, stimulating Su Ling’s senses with an ambiguous atmosphere that made her heart race faster and faster.
Her vision was a void of darkness. She could only sit there on her knees, dazed, unable to distinguish who exactly was beside her. Having lost her sight, her other senses became unnervingly sharp.
After the faint rustle of fabric, two warm figures approached, flanking her on both sides.
*Rustle, rustle…*
In the next moment, Su Ling felt her body lighten. Someone had picked her up, leaving her suspended in the air. Her pale legs dangled powerlessly.
“So your ears are a weak point as well.”
Sista’s cold voice rang out near her ear. Having seemingly learned this fact from Tii, her tone carried a hint of interest.
A warm touch pressed against the side of Su Ling’s ear, sending a fine tremor through her.
“Mmph… mmph…”
Su Ling’s voice was muffled, leaving her only able to produce vague whimpers. Her body was firmly controlled, and she had lost almost all strength to struggle, leaving her at their mercy.
In the darkness, she tried to discern their positions, but it proved exceptionally difficult.
It felt as though she were standing in a lightless midnight, forced to rely on faint perceptions to judge her direction. It was like standing on a narrow bridge with a bottomless abyss on all sides; that sense of danger pressed continuously against her nerves.
However, this darkness also possessed a certain intoxicating allure.
It felt as if invisible touches were reaching out from all directions, surrounding her entirely.
That dominant, irresistible presence made her realize instinctively who it was.
Su Ling twisted her body gently, finding it difficult to even find a gap to breathe.
Moonlight filtered through the half-closed curtains and spilled into the bedroom, falling onto the slightly messy bed. Silver hair spread out like silk, shimmering with a soft luster amidst the play of light and shadow.
The girl whose eyes were covered had eyelashes that trembled slightly, like the wings of a startled butterfly.
She bit down on the fabric in her mouth, her lips pressed thin, her expression a mix of stubbornness and unease.
Her hands were bound behind her back, and faint red marks were etched into her slender wrists. Her legs were slightly curled, her skirt spread out in a mess, revealing a section of her pale calves.
“This place seems very sensitive.”
Another soft voice whispered in her ear.
It was Tii.
Her hand slid slowly down from Su Ling’s shoulder and neck. The movement was gentle, yet it carried an inescapable sense of control.
Su Ling’s body shivered, and tears nearly spilled from the corners of her eyes.
She whimpered softly, trying to break free, but she was held fast.
Those hands seemed to move with a strange rhythm, making it difficult for her to fully pull away despite her resistance.
‘I hate this…’
She resisted in her mind, but she could not make her body cooperate.
Shame and confusion intertwined, leaving her almost unable to think.
She had originally only wanted to be a normal, pure girl.
She didn’t want to touch these things, nor did she want to understand them.
But now, she felt as though she were being dragged, bit by bit, into unknown depths.
She even began to fear this version of herself.
Small sounds and low breaths intertwined.
Su Ling tried to break free several times, wanting to catch her breath, but she could never escape the restraint.
Her fingertips brushed against her captors, leaving shallow marks.
Her struggle gradually grew weak.
Like a bird with broken wings, she could only flap uselessly against the air.
“Can you not hold out much longer?”
Tii’s voice carried a hint of an unreadable smile.
“She was fragile to begin with,” Sista replied indifferently.
“That is why she must learn endurance.”
The two voices overlapped, making Su Ling feel even more lost.
She wanted to shake her head, to refuse, but she had no way to express it.
She could only let out muffled whimpers.
After an unknown amount of time, she was placed back onto the bed.
The surrounding auras approached once more.
Her body trembled incessantly, her cheeks flushed crimson, and tears slid down her face.
Her collarbones rose and fell with her shallow breaths, leaving her looking utterly powerless and fragile.
‘It has already come to this…’
Her mind was a mess.
It had started as a faint discomfort, but now it was completely out of control.
She hadn’t expected that a single sentence of hers would lead to this result.
Even the person who seemed gentle had stopped holding back.
The bed was wide enough to accommodate three people.
Yet she was always the one in the passive position.
No matter how the posture changed, she could not escape.
Her consciousness gradually blurred.
Logic and shame collapsed piece by piece in the chaos.
That final sliver of persistence gradually dissipated.
Different voices echoed in the room.
Varying in intensity, they all pointed toward the same person.
“I love you.”
“You are mine.”
“Give everything to me.”
Those words were like invisible silken threads, binding her tightly.
Within that love, a powerful sense of possession and obsession was mixed.
They wanted her to respond.
They wanted her to belong only to them.
However, reality did not grant such wishes.
And so, those emotions gradually twisted.
They turned into an uncontrollable fixation.
They wanted to keep her here forever.
She was not allowed to escape.
Even if it required extreme methods.
The night flowed slowly.
A long time passed before everything finally settled.
The silver-haired girl sat powerlessly at the edge of the bed, her strength completely drained.
Her long hair fell in a mess, her face was pale, and her eyes were dim.
Her breathing was rapid and shallow, and her fingertips trembled slightly.
She looked like a flower petal that had lost its support, ready to fall at any moment.
“Her Highness… Tii…”
Her voice was hoarse and weak.
Her hands had just been untied, and she gently rubbed her wrists while lifting her hazy eyes to look at the people before her.
“I… want some water…”
She was practically begging.
“Alright, I’ll go get some for you.”
Tii pinched her cheek gently before standing up to leave.
Su Ling nodded.
But in the next moment, she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.
Her body involuntarily tilted to the side.
Sista reached out quickly, pulling her into her arms.
The movement was unexpectedly gentle.
Su Ling looked into those red eyes.
In that instant, her consciousness rapidly faded away.
Like a marionette with its strings cut, she fell completely into darkness.