473 Her Clothes Were Gone (2/2)
Li Xueyue's face paled. She heard it, the unbuckle of belts, and clothes being parted. She heard the footsteps that approached her and Xiao Hua.
Li Xueyue knew she had to do something…anything! She strained her eyes, looking to the side. It was as if cold water was poured over her. Xiao Hua was pinned on the ground, her face pushed into the wooden floorboards, as the top part of her clothes were gone, leaving her bare and naked from the waist up.
Li Xueyue saw so much and could do so little. Until she noticed the teacup that was just an inch away from her fingers. All she had to do was knock it off the table. That sound alone would notify the guards outside. That action alone could save them all.
”I've never filled a well-bred wench before,” someone spoke from over her. ”You reckon she'd feel much different than the brothel whores?”
His question was met with suppressed laughter and snorts. The men tried to keep quiet, for they knew of what was to happen.
The job was simple—they get to enact their revenge against the Imperial family whilst getting paid to ruin a Princess. Their means of escape was out of the window in the bedroom, where tiny stone paths would guide them to a garden with a secluded bamboo path that would guide them to freedom.
”I hear only the Crown Prince has had a taste of this beauty,” a man whispered. ”Quite unfair if you'd ask me. Something so delicate should be shared, perhaps with a close friend, like that advisor of his.”
”Hah, I'd kill any man who dares to come near my wife,” someone chimed in. ”Princesses like her are bred for one thing only—to provide offspring. Then, their husband will discard them for a newer, younger version.”
His friend snorted. ”I doubt the Crown Prince will even care if she's violated by us. He can always find another ripe maiden to violate.”
His joke was met with muffled laughter and slaps on the back.
”Enough talking,” he added on, ”Let's have our fun before it's too late.”
Li Xueyue's shoulders stiffened. She felt like her body was on fire, a flame so strong it burned her alive. She felt hands upon her, and everything came crashing down.
Li Xueyue screamed, even when the cloth in her mouth was muffling her screams. Tears flowed like a river, as she yelled at the top of her lungs, but it sounded like the mere squeak of a mouse. She writhed, cried, and tried to move, but it did not work. The hands traveled until eventually, her legs were parted.
”Well, this will certainly feel better than the brothel whores.”
Her eyes widened. And in her panic, she felt it. The cold touch of cold porcelain. She wriggled her fingers and kicked at her legs, but nothing moved in her favor. Nothing at all. Except, her finger that grazed the teacup.
It all happened so slowly. The parting of her clothes, the approach of a foreign man, the touch of a man that was not Yu Zhen. Quiet, taunting laughter surfaced in the background, only to be muffled by their hands over their mouths.
Even before it happened, she felt like her soul and heart were stabbed to pieces. Again and again, the knife was dug into her until self-loathe and disgust remained in its place.
Suddenly, it stopped. Everything stopped. For her fingers flicked at the teacup. Slowly, it rolled and tumbled, as the men rushed forward to stop it from falling off the table. The teacup grazed her finger, much like how their hand grazed her inner thighs. Alas, it slipped through their hands.
A crash echoed through the room. And everyone stilled.