The Crown Prince's Love

I assessed the situation, realizing I wouldn't stand a chance in my current form. I stared at the encircling men.

"We don't need to fight about anything. I am willing to follow you to meet Hecate, but first, where the hell is my man?"

The strange man laughed. "Do you take me for a fool?" he asked, clicking his tongue. "I know the games you are playing because Hecate has told me a lot about you, and also, am ordered to bring both of you back to the dark hole."

"What? Hecate only wants me, so why the hell does she need Desmond?" I shouted.

The strange man whistled, and the men around me suddenly kicked my legs and pushed me to the ground. I groaned and struggled, but they held me down. "Let me go!" I shouted. "You can't hold me down like this! I told you that I was going to follow you, so why the hell are you doing this?"

"Because I know you with your stupid tricks, I will not fall for it," he chuckled.

"You," he pointed to the third man not holding me. "Bring the boyfriend out right now," he ordered.

The third man walked away, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared with Desmond and pushed him to the ground beside me.

"Desmond!" I shouted his name but didn't get any response as he collapsed beside me, unconscious. "What the hell did you do to my boyfriend?" I seethed

The strange man laughed. "Funny how you care about your boyfriend when you were kissing me a moment ago," he tutted again. "So much for caring about him." he yawned and moved closer to Desmond, placing the sword on his throat.

I struggled against the men.

"If you try to do anything stupid, I am going to kill your boyfriend right now and let you watch as he bleeds to his death!" he threatened.

I stopped.

I couldn't afford to let Desmond die because of me. I had to protect him because I loved him, and I believed that he would also do the same for me.

"Fine," I agreed. "Take me to go meet Hecate without hurting my boyfriend."

"That's what I thought," the man laughed and pulled his sword away. Then he whistled again.

The men holding me down pulled me up and pushed me forward while the third man began to drag Desmond on the ground, and I couldn't do anything.

~Desmond~

My whole body ached intensely, feeling as though someone was dragging me across a hard surface. Was it a dream or a figment of my imagination? I couldn't figure out why I was being dragged on the ground and by whom.

I slowly fluttered my eyes open, tuning into the sounds of footsteps. At least five people surrounded me, according to my count. Who were they? Where did they come from? Was I kidnapped? It seemed like the only reason for being dragged in such a manner. I needed to come up with a plan instead of remaining on the ground and doing nothing.

"Where the hell are you taking us?" Randy's voice echoed from the front. I strained to listen, confirming it was indeed him.

"Where the hell are you taking us to?" he questioned again, leaving no room for doubt.

Randy was also taken, but how?

I recalled leaving the club after the altercation, because he was close to another man, the identity of whom remained unknown.

"Don't ask me questions, prince!" the man shouted back at him. His voice was stern, and suddenly, he turned around, landing a punch on Randy's face, and sending him sprawling to the ground beside me. "I've always wanted to do that after everything you made Hecate face."

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Hecate?

How did she find her way here again? And what did she want from us? She always seemed quick to attack us.

Randy lay on the ground, eyes closed. When he opened them and met mine, they widened in surprise. I shook my head as a sign not to say anything, and he nodded in response. However, the nod was interrupted by a kick to Randy's stomach from the man who had kidnapped us.

I wanted to scream at the man for hurting him, but I knew that doing so would reveal my wakefulness and jeopardize my plan.

"Don't you dare ask me questions!" The man yelled angrily, continuing to kick Randy in the stomach. Randy groaned in pain, but his gaze remained locked with mine. Each groan was followed by a strained smile from him.noveldrama

I frowned, perplexed by his reaction.

Despite his pain, he seemed oddly composed, which bothered me. Seeing him hurt but pretending to be okay wasn't something I appreciated.

"I am going to make life unbearable for you once we reach the dark hole," the kidnapper threatened, yanking Randy up by his hair. As Randy's eyes shifted away from mine, he whispered, "I am sorry."

Suddenly, as he was pulled up, I noticed the man's sword gleaming in the darkness. This was my chance to fight back. I sprang to my feet and seized the sword, but its touch scorched my hands, forcing me to drop it with a pained expression.

The kidnapper released Randy, shoving him toward me, and retrieved his sword from the ground. "I thought people weren't that foolish, but it seems you're even more foolish than I thought," he taunted, pointing the sword at my neck. "Only an Angel of Death can wield this sword, not someone like you," he declared, pressing the blade until it drew blood.

"What the hell are you doing?" Randy yelled, demanding the man release me.

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Laughing, the man increased the pressure, threatening Randy, "One wrong move, and your boyfriend is heading to the dark hole!"

I realized my mistake.

I had touched the handle instead of the center, causing the burn. "Do you truly believe the sword can still harm me?" I questioned, placing my hand on the center of the sword. To my relief, there was no pain. I chuckled and pushed the sword backward, causing it to strike the man's stomach.

He coughed up blood, falling to his knees.

"I despise this body!" he groaned.

"It's too weak! I can't do anything in this frail body!"

"How dare you touch my boyfriend!" I retaliated, pressing the sword against his neck

until it drew blood. "You shouldn't have targeted my boyfriend, knowing it would end badly for you!"

The man burst into laughter. "Do you think you can kill me?"

Frowning, I increased the pressure on the sword until blood trickled down. "I will end you right now!"

"No, don't!" Randy shouted.

Turning to him, I wondered why he'd protested. Ending the man's life would mean escaping and informing the King about those who attacked us.

"Why can't I kill him right away?" I questioned. "Is there a reason why?"