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A shrilling scream of protest echoed through the castle corridors as the guards continued to drag the princess across the fields. <b>“You can’t do this to me! I <i>am</i> Princess Octavia, daughter of the Ki—,”</b> the young highness was cut off as her eyes widened at the sight of the she-devil trailing close behind them.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“You are no longer his daughter. You <i>gave up</i> that right once you failed to obey his order. If anything, I’d say you are nothing more than a common wench.”</span> The dark cloak hid her figure from daylight while her hood casted a shadow over her face, hiding her icy glare that could provoke any colossal monstrosity that stood in her way. Her footsteps were heavy and calculated; she was a woman who knew how to mark her territory wherever she went.<br/>
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<b>“A common wench!? How <i>dare</i> you speak to me in such manner!”</b> Princess Octavia’s eyes narrowed as her expression was of plain disgust, <b>“What have you done to my father!? I bet this was <i>your</i> doing—you needed me out of the way so you can devise your plan to take over the kingdom!”</b><br/>
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A curt chuckle escaped her lips, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“My, my, what a creative imagination you have…”</span> An amusing grin spread across her lips until a devilish smile pulled through, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“I’m quite impressed, Your Highness. You’re smarter than you appear to be. Not even the king was able to see right through me—well, after all he <i>is</i> a man that can be easily swayed and distracted with the right temptations.”</span><br/>
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Tugging her wrists back from the guards, a futile attempt to flee from their hold, she scoffed at the she-devil as she spoke about tempting her father’s wiles.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“Oh, thank Hades, no. I have no intention of pleasuring your father—as far as I see it, his prick is most likely shriveled up like a salted snail.”</span> Another laughter rose from her throat as she found the princess to be quite hysterical. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“What your father seeks is power, my dear. Power is the greatest pleasure and weakness of <i>all</i> men. It’s what they desire most—control over <i>every little</i> <i>thing</i>.”</span><br/>
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There was no retort to follow as that was the only thing she found herself agreeing with the sorceress. Her father was quite greedy when it came to power and would do anything to have control over numerous lands and the people. As the group continued walking, she could see the castle slowly diminish from view and her strength starting to dwindle. She knew she needed to buy time; glancing over her shoulder, she wanted to see where they were taking her. It clearly wasn’t the dungeons as that was located below the castle floor. Quickly turning her attention back to the woman, she snapped, <b>“Where are you taking me!?”</b><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“You should be pleased to know that we’re taking you to your own private quarters. A tower, to be exact; and as a princess, you will be <i>adored</i> by many noblemen who will continuously seek out your beauty.”</span><br/>
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The pathway to the tower was no easy feat and the obstacles grew by the energy of dark magic. Upon arrival, the guards quickly dragged the princess up the stairs and into the isolated room—finally releasing their iron hold around her wrist and shoving her inside. The guards stiffly walked back to their posts on either side of the door while the she-devil invited herself in to accommodate the princess.<br/>
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</div>Massaging her wrists, she turned to the sorceress with anger riddling her features, <b>“You will not get away with this! Mark my words, your time will come!”</b><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“Oh, is that a threat, Your Highness? I think you might have forgotten—I have already gotten away with it. You’re here, aren’t you? This,”</span> she paused as she gestured toward the room, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“Will be your new home. You’ll reside here for the rest of your life and will <i>entertain</i> guests. Doesn’t that sound fun?”</span><br/>
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<b>“I will do no such thing! If anything, I’ll ask them for help, and we’ll see who has the last laugh.”</b><br/>
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A hearty chuckle was emitted forward as she stepped closer toward the princess, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“The only thing the noblemen will be helping you with is helping themselves with your… pristine beauty.”</span><br/>
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The past continued to haunt her dreams as she laid still on the plush mattress; her body gently weighing down against it as she slept effortlessly for countless days and nights. An echo of footsteps trailed through her ears as a man’s greeting muddied the memories that plagued her mind. Princess Octavia’s eyes continued to sweep from side to side against her closed lids, paralyzed by dark magic, lying in wait to those around her. The faint smell of cologne, wood, and sweat filtered through her nose—a man was in her presence, rounding the bed to get a closer look at her. Everything happened according to the she-devil’s plan as she was bounded by magic to entertain these vile beings that dared defile her dignity.<br/>
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Like all others, he wasted no time in pressing his lips upon hers, coaxing her to awaken by a true love’s kiss. The myth was a ploy to all who dared deem themselves worthy of her stature. The kiss was utilized as bait—tempting men to come closer, releasing their shyness, and have their way with her. Once men willfully entered the first stage of the curse, the demon living inside of the princess would soon awaken to take what was rightfully hers—their soul. At first, all was quiet, but once their kiss was broken; a haunting hymn breathed life into the tower, taunting and teasing the man. It was similar to a siren’s call as it coaxed a man’s core urging them to succumb to her beauty. Faint whispers called out to the man, almost as though they were saying his name, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“Julian.”</span> A soft echo bounced around the tower walls as a cool breeze brushed through the sheer curtains, toying with the hem of her dress, and lifted it slowly to reveal her long, porcelain legs. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“Julian, <i>please</i>. Help me, I need you—<i>take</i> <i>me</i>…”</span><br/>
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Princess Octavia’s lips never moved as she lied peacefully in place as the succubus overtook her vessel. The princess’ soul was hidden in the darkest part of her heart where she was continuously fed her anger and hatred for the people who placed this curse upon her life. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“Help me break this curse… You must <i>prove</i> your love to me, Julian. You are the one I seek…”</span> Urging him forward to take her body into his hands and attempt to penetrate her, claim her as his own was the succubus’ doing. She needed men to listen to their lewd minds and give in to their darkest temptations. Only then would she be able to feed off him and secure her essence to remain in the princess’ vessel. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">“Only <i>you</i> can set me free. Will you help me?”</span><br/>
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