The plea

Alas, could feel my body crumble like all those suitcases came pouring on my body like getting drenched in the rain.

What was happening? There was no way he could know about it. I glanced at the king's brother with a pleading look but he did not seem to be able to understand what I was saying.

"The king knows about it," I told my cat as there was no one I could contact at that moment.

"How did he know?" she asked me urgently. I was enjoying the use of cats because I did not need to meet her face to face or pick up my phone and expose that I was trying to contact someone for help.

"I don't know. I think I might die today," I told her.

"Deny it strongly and don't give it up in your expression," she advised me and I swallowed before lifting the corners of my lips into and hopefully handsome and confident smile.

"I don't know what you speak of," I replied him meeting his gaze. I swear I was almost wetting my pants. Gosh! I hate this feeling of fear of the unknown. I could only trust my cats' advice at least I had no better idea to get out of it all.

"You do, you said it yourself that night," he continued and I almost choked on my saliva hopefully I won't choke on something else.

"Me? That could have been me sleep talking," I told him so confidently that the confidence shocked me.

"No, you gave me all I needed to do a very good investigation. I found out that you also stole the property of the throne and filled up this warehouse," he continued and I could hear it all crumble. With all these changes I might have to spend a few years in the prison world if he does not kill me.

I hated his brother so bad for making me drink whatever that alcoholic liquid was. So many regrets but there was nothing I could do about that.

What on earth made a drunk foolish enough to tell the king. I also hated myself. Wait! Not me but the drunk me.

I dropped to my knees like I read that they did in the past to kings, I kowtowed hitting my head on the floor. "I don't know what you speak of. I have no reason to steal anything from the throne. I can."

"You should stop this show," I heard his icy order and I stood up mechanically. I had a feeling he will knock me out if I continued speaking. I was shaking so much that I felt like I won't be able to keep standing.

I looked down and held my hands in front of me as I fiddled with my fingers. God. Was I finally a dead man? Well, I was not dead yet which meant I had a chance to run for my life.

Go ahead and call me foolish because I could not come up with any other way of escape but remember that we have two ways of responding to danger, flight, or fight.

It would be the worse decision of my life to fight but I could run, right? Argh! My brain could not come up with anything else. I ran down the aisle of shelves.

If I was a dog, my tail would have been hiding between my legs as I took off as fast as I could. The king said something I could not hear from behind me and I could hear approaching footsteps.

I had no time to look over my shoulder as I continued forward regardless of the destination and as you must have expected, I got to a dead end.

I look at the man who had come behind me. He looked calm as though he was simply running while I was panting like a thirsty dog with my lips parted as I was drenched in sweat.

"I am sorry," I begged to rub my palm together desperately hoping he will be nice enough to let me go. "I got frightened that was why I ran away."

I was looking for another route to disappear through while begging him to let me go. He approached me with a frown and I don't know why the temperature dropped.

Perhaps that was simply announcing my death since I was about to die. So, how many times will I face death in my short lifetime?

I did not see him move when I found that path, I needed to escape but he was right in front of me. He was so close I only need to lean forward a little to rest my head on his chest.

"You also did something that night," he murmured coldly. I glanced at him but I was forced to look away as I could not stand such a cold oppressive gaze. He looked at me like I was prey.

"I am sorry," I apologized and I wanted to bow but I stopped as his proximity made it impossible. From the look of things, I don't think it was something as nice as baking a cake for him.

"Don't think of escaping because I will kill you if I have to go after you," he warned me as he took a step back and unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt before pulling down the collar to expose his neck to me.

My body remained rigid as I lost the gut to run with his threat. He made it sound like as long as I was a good boy, it will be alright. I chose to be that good boy to save my life.

"You did this," he told me when he showed me a dark red bite mark showing an imprint of my teeth on his slightly tanned skin.

I opened my mouth and was forced to use a hand to cover my mouth as I wanted to cry out. What the hell did I do to the king's beautiful skin?

Gosh! I wanted to beat myself up so badly until I leave the same size mark on my skin, perhaps he will forgive me when he sees the mark.

I wondered how I had so the guts when I was drunk to do that because I was so scared of him that I could not imagine myself doing that to him. He was the king for goodness' sake.

"I was not planning on revenging but I must revenge," he informed me and before I could come up with a plan to persuade him to do otherwise, he had caged me against the wall.

It was so fast that I could only see the flashes before he tilted my neck and buried his teeth into my skin.