Sold to a Prince!

"W… What?" Sylvia stammered, fear apparent in her eyes.

She looked up, hoping that the elegant angelic man would clarify this weird thing that she had just heard.

But this time, when she looked at him, a surreal chill swept across her entire body.

This man… even though he was so elegant and beautiful… there was something unspeakably dark and dangerous about him.

He was surely no angel. She could feel it. She could sense it in her bones.

"Hmm… Am I not talking to you?" The man extended his hand, almost reaching Sylvia's face.

Sylvia's eyes moved, trailing his actions, watching his hand curiously.

SNAP!

The man made a loud sound clicking his fingers together, very obviously startling Sylvia.

"So you can hear me." He indifferently mumbled, making Sylvia even more nervous.

"Spread your legs and don't make me repeat again." He commanded her.

Sylvia bit her lips. Tears threatened to fall out of her eyes but she forcefully held them down.

Do whatever you want to me, but I won't show you my fear. She resolutely clenched her fists, though every single part of her body already gave away her feelings.

"Hmm… Why test my patience when all I am asking you to do is spread your legs wide?"

The man didn't wait for her and his voice reached a dangerous threatening pitch.

Sylvia shuddered.

A part of her wanted to defy him but a part of her simply wanted to obey him and get this over with.

She slowly dragged her feet and moved them slightly apart.

And as soon as she did that, a lightning-fast almost invisible flash crossed her eyes.

Huh? Sylvia looked up, only to find her robe falling to the ground the very next instant.

After her robe, it was her petticoat's turn, followed by her corset and then finally her bloomer.

Sylvia suddenly found herself completely naked, exposed, and vulnerable.

Time stopped for her. Her brain froze.

She couldn't even move a muscle and stared at the man in terror.

But, strangely, the man didn't meet her eyes.

He was busy scanning her body, that too in a very obvious manner.

He stood up from the bed and walked around her, observing her from head to toe.

His eyes traveled through every nook and corner of her body, making her shiver involuntarily.

A couple of seconds later, Sylvia snapped out of her trance and quickly tried to cover her chest with her hands, but then she realized that the lower portion of her body was still exposed.

Tears, that were already on the edge, started falling down, like raindrops on her cheeks, trailing all the way down to her neck.

The man, however, didn't seem to care.

He, not even once met her gaze, the gaze of a whimpering terrified woman and there was no reaction from him. Only a cold indifference.

She felt almost invisible in front of him and would have believed it if not for his eyes ravaging her body, not leaving a single spot unseen.

"Tsk. Tsk." He clicked his tongue.

Was he not satisfied? A question popped inside Sylvia's brain.

She didn't want to think about the consequences when a man, who paid 10 million gold coins for something, was not satisfied with that object.

And she was not an object.

She was a living being that he could take out his frustration on, the frustration of wasting such a monstrous amount of gold coins!

Was he going to take out his anger on me? Sylvia watched fearfully as the man sat back down on the feathered bed, a small frown on his face.

He didn't say anything to her though.

He simply picked up the sword near him, which he had used earlier to slash open her robes with pinpoint accuracy, cutting only the clothes and not landing a single scratch on her body.

Or maybe there was a scratch and Sylvia was too numb to feel it.

Either way, she didn't care about that particular detail so much right now.

What was he planning to do with that sword? That was the bigger question on her mind.

She dumbfoundedly watched him as the man brought the sword closer to her legs… to her thighs… and in between her legs.

Sylvia could feel the tinge of the cold steel on her skin.

"Move it." His deep voice sounded, once again sending shivers down her spine.

Sylvia trembled and her leg moved on its own without even her consent.