Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 794
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Sylviaâs POV:
Flustered, I grabbed Rufusâ sleeves and asked, âWhat are you doing?â
Did he really want to lock me up? I couldnât help but panic.
Rufus narrowed his eyes at me. âFrom now on, you donât need to go anywhere. You just stay here and Iâll take care of you myself.â
My eyes widened for a moment. When he didnât say anything else, I let out a nervous laugh. âRufus, youâve got to be kidding. Are you really going to treat me like you Barbie doll? Do you think this is a game?â
âYes,â he nonchalantly answered. âAnd Iâll play this game with you for the rest of my life.â
âRufus, you canât do this to me. I have my own freedom!â I retorted. I didnât expect that he would go to such extremes just to keep me by his side. This was unlike him.
He sneered. âIâve already given you too much freedom, and you easily left me because of that.â
I was rendered speechless. It was indeed my fault that I escaped from the imperial palace, and I felt guilty about it. But that wasnât enough reason for him to imprison me! He had no right to do this to me!
âIâm sorry, Rufus. I wonât do it again. Can you please remove the shackles from my ankles?â
When I lifted my ankle, the golden shackles made a sound loud enough to tear my heart into pieces. It was like Rufus had bound both my body and soul in one place.
He calmly put his hands in his pockets and kept glaring at me. âNo.â
I bit my l*p and pretended to cry as I shouted, âYou canât do this, Rufus! Iâm a living person, not your doll!â
âIâm sure youâll come to terms with the feeling of being imprisoned. Youâre eventually going to love it,â Rufus confidently said with an eerie smile that gave me goosebumps.
I angrily slammed my hand on the bed. âWhat the hell are you talking about? Why would any sane person love this feeling? Get these shackles off of me or I will never talk to you ever again!â
âThatâs not up to you,â Rufus indifferently replied, his voice still cold and distant. It seemed like he was truly determined to lock me up this time.
I instantly felt depressed, and the wound on my chest began to hurt again. Tears streamed down my cheeks for real this time as I pleaded, âRufus, you canât do this. Youâre restricting my freedom and violating my rights. This is illegal!â
My sobs grew louder as I looked at him from the corner of my eye. I didnât expect that he was still standing at the head of the bed and leisurely looking at me as if I was a monkey at a zoo.
Aggrieved and infuriated, I grabbed his hand and bit it harder than I ever had before.
âLet go of me!â I exclaimed through gritted teeth. But instead of fighting back, he gently touched my head with his other hand and smoothed his fingers through my hair.
âAre you hungry? You must be tired after making such a scene. Why donât you eat something before you go to bed?â
Realizing that my attempt at struggling didnât work, I stopped biting his hand and covered myself with a blanket, making sure to cover my head as well. âYou can leave now. I donât want to eat anything.â
âYou can eat later, then. Have a good rest. Iâll come back later,â Rufus said, extending his arms to reach out for my trousers.
I immediately grabbed his hand and glared at him. âWhat the hell are you doing? Iâm not in the mood to joke with you!â
But before I could finish what I was about to say, he waved a phone in front of me, and I immediately recognized it. It was the burner phone Blair gave me.
I instantly became anxious and began hitting him. âYouâre going too far!â
Rufus expressionlessly held my shoulders and continued searching me. Soon, he took out a small box from my pocket.
I instinctively grabbed it from his hand and sneered. âDonât touch this!â