When Beauty Destroys The BL World

*TRIGGER WARNING: This contains some themes and depictions that might be sensitive to certain readers. HEAVILY contains sexual content that is unsuitable for children.*

Dacia blinked.

The pain she felt a moment ago are gone. The scream. Her mother cries. The strong smell of bloods.

She's no longer at the palace courtyard.

Why is she still alive?

Confused, Dacia found herself in her nightgown, standing in a chamber she hadn't stepped into in years.

Before her stood Crown Prince Nickolai.

The goblet in her hand slipped from her grasp and shattered against the stone floor.

Nickolai's eyes narrowed as he lowered his own wine cup, his gaze fixed on her with a mix of confusion and suspicion. Her sudden fear, the way her breath hitched, didn't escape him.

Something was wrong.

Nickolai staggered slightly. His vision blurred, his limbs grew heavy-and then the burning heat began to course through him.

His eyes snapped back to Dacia. Rage twisted his expression. "You... drugged me," he hissed.

Dacia, already trembling, took a step back. Her memories were a tangled knot-of chains, prison walls, her family's death sentences. Nickolai's face was one of the last things she saw before the world fell apart. He's the Devil that ruined her life.

Instinct took over. She turned to flee.

His hand closed tightly around her wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?!" He questions, furiously.

"Let me go!" she cried, trying to pull away. Panic rose inside her like a tide.

Nickolai was not himself. The drug muddled his mind, but anger and pride anchored him to one thought: she had done this.

She bit his hand-hard. Trying to escape.

"Ahh! You slut-" He cursed and released her, but she barely made it to the door before he was on her again. His grip was brutal, yanking her back and slamming her to the ground.

Pak!!

Dacia whole body trembled uncontrollably. Her breath came in gasps as she crawled away, her voice cracking. "Please...let me go... I'm sorry...I'm sorry for everything..."

But Nickolai couldn't hear her pleas. His pride was bruised. His mind, aflame with betrayal, spun dangerous justifications. She had drugged him, humiliated him, and now looked at him with nothing but horror.

He lunged forward, grabbing her hair hard.

"Ah!" Dacia screamed as he dragged her.

She was pushed into the bed.

Not giving her a chance to think and escape, he pinned her down.

"No! Please! Please! I begging you! Let me go!" Dacia begged.

Her voice only seemed to fuel his frenzy.

Nickolai expression twisted-half confusion, half rage. The drug's effect was tearing at him too, clouding his judgment. His breathing was uneven, his pupils wide with unrest.

Her eyes.

The terror in them wasn't feigned. It wasn't the hesitation of someone playing coy. Her small hands clawed at his wrists, not with fury, but with desperation. She struggled like someone fighting for air, for survival.