CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: PRINCE AERYS
An irrational sense of dark premonition gripped me as I stared at the transparent film enclosing the epitome of a perfect male body. With trepidation in my heart, I advanced towards the cocoon slowly. Up closer, I could see that the captured man wore no clothes with his hands over each shoulder in a crossed position. It was a posture of submission which didn’t sit well me. It was only after I raised my hands towards what looked like a plastic film that I realized that I was trembling. I could feel the bated breath as I poke the material tentatively with my finger. Contrary to what I had imagined, the plastic film was more solid than it looked. Instead of a plastic wrap, it felt more like a corrugated sheet, and I looked around for a tool to destroy the material. Rescuing the prince w
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