Chapter 9

• He takes a couple of steps towards me, and I resist the urge to walk backward. I heard whispers that slaves are often used for pleasure in this kingdom, but was hoping that I could escape it.
• The Beast continues forward until he is only inches from me. His hand snaps up, faster than I can register, and roughly grabs my chin between his thumb and forefinger.
• He squeezes hard and forces my head to turn left and right. His grip is painful, and I feel tears start to well up but refuse to let them fall, knowing that crying will only cause me more trouble. He continues his inspection of my face, a large smile on his the whole time.