— Help me, — I whisper, barely audible.
— You haven’t paid for your previous services yet, — he smirks arrogantly. — Isn’t that too highly of you, Carol?
He savors the moment. The prey has crawled to him of its own accord.
— I’ll do everything, — I stammer, swallowing tears of despair. — Even more…
— Do you think I’m interested in your frigid body? — the prince’s gaze burns through me.
— I’m sure…
No choice. I sell myself.