Mr. Isaac Quinto pov

I gazed at her intently, she trembled and stuttered, "W-what, are you saying?"

I stepped closer, and she stepped backward, I said rudely, "what? Don't act as if you are not here for this."

She blinked shocked, "Sir, what are you saying? I am not a sex slave."

I rubbed my chin and scoffed, "oh yeah? Then what are you? Gold digger? Don't act innocently, I know that you are not more than that."

She stood there gazing at me as if she didn't know what she should say in an embarrassing moment like that. I was sure she wasn't like other girls. And that's why I was insulting her on purpose.

I stomped towards her and pulled her hand roughly, "then come with me, let's take a shower together."

She pushed me away by all her strength and yelled at me, "what's wrong with you! I said, ``''no."

She tried to yell! But from the way her body was shivering and from the coldness of her small hand, I was sure she was scared to death to even move another step.

I wanted to scare the man and tell her to get out of my life and my castle and stay away from me. But I couldn't! as if my tongue was tangled. I was struggling between my past and my present life. I wasn't ready yet. And not ready for a very young maid for sure.

Yes, in our small town, girls get married at young as actually as her age, at 16. but I was twenty-seven years old who had a terrible past and needed prolonged treatment, maybe more than that. Perhaps I needed a psychiatrist too.

"I want to fuck you, now," I said out of the blue.

She sucked for breath, looked like she might faint at any moment. I wanted to stop humiliating her, but I couldn't, I kept saying, "I want to take your virginity now."

I stepped closer and closer, freezing her by my nasty words, "I want to fuck every hole in you."

I smirked, talking with more pride, "I want to fill you with my thick fluid and make you reach your orgasm ten times."

She suddenly and finally shouted out that I felt someone else was in front of me "STOP!!!!!!! Stop now."

I thought she would turn her heels and run, but she instead started crying and pleaded while kneeling down in front of me, "please stop."

She was fucking sweet! I was falling for her!

But I kept insulting her and making fun of her attitude "how pathetic! You are that weak?"

She raised her head slowly to me, and mumbled in a meager voice, "I am not pathetic, and I am not weak."

I crossed my arms over my chest and laughed hysterically "oh really? Then why don't you get up on your feet and slap my face then? Show yourself some respect, show me that you do have dignity. Or take your fucking clothes now and let me fuck you."

She slowly and by miracle stood up on her feet, she looked dizzy, weak, and tiny. But she made it. I waited for her reaction, but she just said to me, "why are you doing this?"

I yelled at her face, "why are you reacting like sluts? For fuck's sake! Slap my face if you don't want me to fuck you! Kick me in my balls. Don't be like this. Prove to me that you are not a slut. But don't stand there like paralyzed."

She shook her head and said desperately, "that's harsh."

"Is that what all you can say?" I widened my eyes in a thunderstruck at her. For a moment, I felt like she was a slut. She just wanted to show me that she is innocent, that's all.

So, without hesitation, I lost my sanity and my temper and flipped her to my back like a feather, and barged into the shower room, I put her down on her own feet. And commanded her in graving tone "take off your fucking clothes or—"

I was going to threaten her.

But the look over her face made me go on, I didn't know if she wanted me to do it or not.

I ripped off her shirt and groaned while leaning down to her neck to kiss her. I wasn't going to rape her. For God's sake! I was such a good person, I volunteered by my own will to serve in that fucking merciless war to save my country. I would never hurt anyone physically, even if she were a slut.

She didn't move at all, and I wasn't horny! I didn't know what I was doing. Until she whispered into my ear, "how pathetic!"

I gulped nervously and pulled my head away to see a powerful girl in front of me, she raised her hand, and with all her strength, she slapped my face.

The shock made me frozen, I didn't expect that from her at all. I just thought she would run away nothing more.

I tried to reclaim myself, I blew a deep breath away "what? Did you just slap me? So, you know now that I am a monster?"

She smirked and grabbed a towel to cover her upper body and walked past me to the room again and then she stood by the door and said to me with a confident tone "I didn't slap you for what you did to me."

I swayed my head confused, curiosity killed me, I asked her instantly, "then why did you do that?"

She stressed on every word coming out of her mouth "because to me, you look like a pathetic weak person who can't get up on his own feet. You needed that slap to make you come back to your senses. Showing and pretending to others that you are an animal is not a solution. Sooner or later you should get adapted to talk with people. You are human, not a monster. I hope my slap could help you."

She confidently turned her heels and strolled after lecturing me with her words. As if she wanted to tell me, I am not going to leave that castle, and I will make sure to find a cure for your case.

I glued in my place for a moment staring at my red cheek in the mirror, then I started laughing for the first time in seven fucking years!

Dammit, I liked that girl a lot.