The Rebel and the Icequeen

Cruel thoughts

Liams POV

The door of the room opens and I lift my head up, even though i can´t see anything. I really hope it's just a healer and not another cruelty. I hear soft steps and then a warm hand on my shoulder. “I'll take another look at your back if that's okay,” the healer says in a soft voice. I just nod my head and notice how she smears something cool on my back. It burns a little, but it's not as bad as it was a few days ago. My legs are still shaking and my c**k is eagerly waiting for release, but after a while the feeling passes and I notice how my stiff member slowly calms down again. I let my head drop forward and try to relax my cramped muscles a little. Feeling the healer's hands on the skin is almost as beautiful as feeling her hands. Her touch was so gentle and empathetic, in contrast to her character. I still can't believe what she's done to me here. Control has been withdrawn from me for a long time, but I've never felt so helpless and at the mercy of someone and yet it was somehow nice. I don't want to think like that, I don't want me to like it and I certainly don't want her to do it again. Though I can't think of anything else. I'm a rebel and with an assignment here and at some point I'll get the opportunity to carry it out and until then I'll have to submit to this game for better or for worse. But I won't give her the satisfaction of knowing that I enjoy it too. I will fight back and make my hatred of her clear to her.

“Try to take it easy on your back,” says the healer, pulling me back into reality. Again I just nod and then mumble thank you.

"Oh, I can see he survived the treatment," I hear the queen's icy voice. Immediately I stiffen up again. Where did she come from so suddenly? Someone fiddles with the back of the cloth and shortly afterwards I can see something again. The queen steps into my field of vision and lasciviously swings the cloth back and forth. I twist my lips in disgust and look her in the eyes with hate. I can't help but notice how beautiful she looks in this unusual dress, especially since she wears her hair down. I swallow hard and try to keep my member from stiffening again.

"We'll have fun together again tomorrow, my pretty one," she says as if I were her favorite riding horse. She calls the guards in and they untie me just to put me back in chains. They drag me behind them because they have tied my legs so that it makes it impossible for me to walk on my own. Back in the dungeon, they chain me to the wall with both arms outstretched so that I would have to kneel all night. They give me neither water nor food, although I haven't had anything to drink or eat for two days.

“Did the queen give any more orders?” One guard asks the other.

"No, not that I know of, why?"

“Then we could beat up the dirty little rebel a little more. Such swine dogs don't have the right to live at all, don't you think? "

"I don't really know, what if the queen gets mad, mate."

“All right,” says the other guard, giving me a disgusted look. Then he lifts his foot up anyway and kicks me in the stomach. I groan in pain, but gather up my spit and spit at his feet. I wouldn't let myself get down that easily.

“Why are you doing that, I thought we decided on not doing it?” Asks the other anxiously. The guard that kicked me is seething with anger and about to kick me again, but the other man is holding him back.

"Well then we won't give him anything to eat again, like yesterday," says the man with a nasty grin and pulls a dirty cloth out of his pocket, he stuffs it into my mouth with force and knots it in my neck. I almost gag, it's so disgusting.

"Let's go blindfold him too," he says and asks the other person to also take out his handkerchief.

"Okay, but only if you won't kick him again for that," he says resignedly and ties the fabric in front of my eyes.

"It's much better that way, isn't it, you lousy little rat?" I notice how one of the men pinches my cheek and then pats it three times as if I were a small child. How I hate these men. Now I am even more defenseless than I was with the queen before. I would have to endure like this all night without water or food. The two of them leave my cell and lock the door behind them. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, I can't see anything anyway.

My thoughts keep circling around the queen and what she's going to do with me tomorrow. Will it be intimate again or was it just a one-time thing? How beautiful she was without makeup and all that stuff. She looked almost human. I think back to what she was like before everyone called her the Iceqeen. She was beautiful, so delicate and innocent. She must have been so naive to fall in love with King Darion. It was the feast of the century when they got married and everyone had high hopes for her. Everyone hoped she would be able to soften the heart of the greedy and heartless king and finally bring justice, but our hopes were quickly dashed. She adjusted and got just as cold as the king. I became a rebel because I could no longer watch people suffer. I still don't know how the King and Queen can just watch and even listen to it without ever doing anything about it, but they were the only ones who had the means to do so. If I could only break free, then I could end it.

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