18

Sunshine blinds my eyes. It pierces straight through the off-white day curtain. I can feel the heat. It slightly burns my skin, making me flinches.

Slowly, I open my eyes. Looking at the ceiling. Same wooden brown ceiling. Yep, I'm still in the same mansion. Still in my captivated room. Same bed, same view, same air, same scent-

Wait.

I can't remember when they changed the air freshener in my room. The scent is odd. I remember it was minty and cool. This scent... More like Woody...

Feels familiar.

Hold on.

What happened last night? I remember fighting with Khittan. It's only us left in this mansion. No one is around. And...

I gasp and yank up my body. When the duvet slides from my body, I realize that I'm wearing a silky robe instead of a normal pajama.

What the hell? What's with this fashion taste? This is not me!

Don't tell me...

I look around. No one is in my room now.

No.

I think... I'm not alone.

There's a tiny movement next to me.

Shit!

Please don't be... Please tell me it's just a cat...

There's no cat in this mansion, Karin!

I slap my cheek a bit. I take a deep breath, muster all the courage, and open my eyes wide.

My hand is shaking when I slowly pull the duvet that covers something that is lying next to me.

Please don't be. Please...

"Ah!" I yelp, moving back my body. My heart thumps so hard right now.

He is sleeping soundly, wearing the same robe as mine. Right hand next to his head, left hand on his chest-

Damn, he's shirtless!

I pull the robe to cover his shirtless chest. I shut my eyes tight during the process. My mind still processing and grasping the idea of what happened to us last night.

We fought, that's one thing for sure. And then, what happened? I scoot away slowly from the bed, pulling the robe that covers my body.

No, wait!

I take a peek inside the robe.

Okay, I did wear something. At least I'm not naked inside. I couldn't even imagine if I am-

What about down there?

Look down now, Karin!

Shit!

"Ah!" I scream through my lungs. One short but loud one.

Khittan stirs in the bed. I quickly ran into my walking closet. Hid myself while trying to put pieces of puzzles in my memories.

:::

"Ah!" I yelp in pain when Khittan throws my body on the sofa. Trying my best to fight him who hovers over me with his lean muscular body. He took off his top with an evil grin on his face.

"Let me go, you pieces of shit!"

"Shh..." he leans his body against mine. whispered straight into my ear. "It won't hurt if you be a good girl..." he proceeded with his action that had blinded him with lust. I cried my eyes out when his lips touched my skin. I felt so wronged and dirty when he tried to take me in such a bastard way.

"Take this off,"

"No!" I grabbed my top so he wouldn't touch it.

Too late. The top was already torn apart, all he did was just rip it apart and everything was bare in front of him.

"Hm... Just how I like..." he smiled and continued. My head felt dizzy. I felt powerless now. Dejavu came and knocked on the door of my memories. All I can do now is pray.

When he was done abusing me with his lips, he hauled his body up straight. I still lay under him, in tears. He poked his tongue on his inner cheek. Wiped his lips, full of satisfaction.

"Now, do your duty," he says, slowly unbuckling his pants. Slowly, his glimpse blurred.

All I can see is darkness.

:::

"What are you doing?"

I come back to my senses when I see Khittan standing at the door.

"What are you doing to me?" I stand up and fiercely charging towards him. I grab him by his collar.

"Just like how you can see..."

"You bastard!" I put my hand up to slap him, but he held it just like that.

"You wanna slap me?"

"You rape me!"

"Rape? When did I do that?"

"Last night! I remember you..." I flinch, feeling goosebumps all over my body.

"Me what?"

"Ew, too disgusted to even bring that up!" I push him away from me and walk back into the bedroom.

"That's how low class I am to you?" he asks.

"Excuse me, Your Highness... But look at us now! Look at you, look at me!" I point my finger at my body.

"What's wrong with us looking like this? Do you expect me to wake up and look handsome just like that?"

Someone, please shoot me!

"Ugh, that's not what I mean! I... Why am I in this motherfucking robe? Where is my clothes?" I inquires. Khittan just casually yawns and sits on the bed.

"There..." he points out to a corner of the room. All of our attires from last night were scattered around.

"And, that's what it means by not doing anything last night?" I immediately collect my clothes on the floor. I throw a shirt and pants to Khittan.

"I'm calling the cops..." Khittan shoots up and snatches the phone from my hand.

"Why?" he asks.

"What? Are you afraid?! So you do rape me last night! Give me the phone!"

"No."

"Khit, give me the phone!"

"What do you wanna tell the cops?"

"Press charge for raping and sexual assault..."

He chuckles.

"Do it then..." he hands me the phone.

Somehow, I feel weird about his actions. His confidence makes me rethink my decision. Just now, he avoids the question, snatches the phone away from me, and acts suspiciously.

But now, he lets me do whatever I want.

"Prepare for lifetime prison. No connection will save you, Crown Prince!" I was about to dial the number when he suddenly asked.

"Did you take a shower?" I stop.

"No. Why?" he nods a bit. Slowly opens the wardrobe and takes out a fresh new white T-shirt. He takes off his robe, dons the t-shirt, and fixes his pants.

"Good. Don't take a shower yet. You might destroy the evidence," Khittan checks himself on the mirror before presenting himself in front of me.

"I can see how you look so confident... Are you not afraid at all?" I ask him.

"Right now I'm so eager to see your face when they present the rape kit result," he chuckles.

Now, this is weird!

I know he might think that he can use his royal status as an immunity to avoid the crime. But he is too overly confident. Exaggerating a bit, but yeah... He is too confident like nothing happened last night.

Now, the one who loses confidence is me.

"I'm going to put you behind bars, and you just calmly sit there?" he sighs as he checks on his phone.

"Look, let me ask you something,"

"Go ahead,"

"As a so-called rape victim, did you feel any excruciating pain in your body? Especially..." he points his finger down.

I swat my palm against my whole body. Nothing.

"One more thing. When you realize that you might be raped, did you try to swab your finger down there? Just in case you feel any sticky liquid?"

"I was about to check myself when you came to me just now. And, that theory may be partially true. But, as you know, semen will get dry. And you might used a condom!"

"Where's the condom then?"

I look around. No sign of condom. I even check the bathroom, the waste paper basket, even under the bed!

"You didnt use the condom???"

He just smirks.

"When semen got dry, still you can feel the spot. It doesn't belong to your skin. You can feel the difference..."

"Who knows maybe you... Ejaculate inside... Oh my God, this sounds so fucking wrong!" I slam myself on the sofa. Khittan lays his back on the sofa while staring at me with his dirty sight.

I wanna poke those eyes so bad!

"Based on my experience, mine probably will ooze out. I tend to give them a cream pie..."

"I don't wanna know your bed activities' history!"

"I'm just trying to give you some useful information. Don't get mad," he laughs and shakes his head.

"Anything else? If not, I'm gonna call the cop!"

"Yeah, there's more. I don't do drunk people. I hate the smell of alcohol in their breath. When I'm having sex, I tend to stare into my partner's eyes when they reach climax. That's my kink," now he stands up and takes a seat next to me. "I don't do dead stoic people. I want them to stay awake and watch me fucking them so they have a memory to recall the next day..." his eyes staring at me, so close that I believe the air might be stuck in between.

"I would love to see the blush on their cheek when they recall those memories," he continues.

"I don't believe that you haven't done anything to me last night," I say. "My blouse got ripped," I show him my white blouse.

"I did something to you, yes I admit that. But to rape you, that's too much. I still respect you as a woman, even though you're almost naked in front of me" My cheek feels hot. "I have expensive taste. And preference for sex. And rape isn't one of them," he explains.

"The past life you did that to me!"

"You, or your past life?" he asks, trying to fix my context.

"M... My past life!" I quickly fixed my sentences.

"Are we the same people? Are you the same people in the past?" he inquires me again.

I shake my head in tiny. There is no way I can be the same Karin that I used to be!

"That's what I thought," he hands me a phone. There's video, maybe a CCTV footage. I click the play button.

"You passed out even before I started. Watch this..." Khittan plays another video. A CCTV footage from my bedroom.

"I couldn't find your pajamas, so I just grabbed the robe. I changed mine to a robe as well because vomited, and was too lazy to go to my room and change," he explains.

"To be honest, I was too drunk to do anything, even for sex. I wasn't intending to do that to you as well, but I don't know why I'm losing control," he takes the phone back from me.

"Feel free to call the cops. I don't mind going to jail if that's what you want,"

He scoots over closer to me. Our faces almost touch each other.

"I can be a prisoner for you. Matter of fact, I'm already in your love prison..." he touches his nose against mine. There's heat in my head that bursts out straight through the brain.

I'm losing words.

Khittan stands up, leaving me alone in a daze. Again, i lose in a battle against Khittan. His superior power really makes me helpless.

"Wait, did you put CCTV in my bedroom?! Khit!!"