Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 203: They’ve Feasted Their Eyes on My Woman

[Suggested song for this Chapter – My Type by Saint Motel]

"What about this?" he questioned her, running his hand down her ribs and over her hip. "Did my men see you like this?"

"Like what?" she asked him rudely, deliberately skipping the ’majesty’ honorifics.

"In this... this uniform?"

He looked at the way the uniform clung to Delphi’s large breasts and shapely bottom, shaking with cold anger at the thought of the Honour Guards seeing his woman dressed like that... Fucking her with their eyes...

She felt his anger as he breathed heavily in her ear.

"Yes," she admitted reluctantly.

There was no point trying to hide everything from him so that he knew she was lying. She would save her lies for the things that really counted, she decided.

He nodded, as though he knew that much already, and was just waiting to hear how she would answer him.

He let out a displeased laugh. "So they’ve feasted their eyes on my woman. I’ll remember that when I capture them all. I’ll gouge their eyes out, before I kill them," he spoke these awful words matter-of-factly, like he was telling her, ’I plan to take a walk in the morning’.

Hopefully they kill you before you get a chance to do that, she thought. She was certain Alton would not be silly enough to ever let himself be taken alive by this man.

"What about this?" he asked, picking up a handful of her long light golden brown hair and bringing it to his nose, where he sniffed it deeply.

Did he have a hair fetish, she wondered?

"What about my hair?" she pulled the locks through his fingers and pushed her hair to the other side of her neck, away from him.

"Did you wear your hair down like this around my men?" he growled.

He reached across and returned her hair to the centre, so that it fell down her back again. Then he grasped her long hair in his fist and pulled it backwards, forcing her head back until her face was turned up towards the ceiling.

"No," she said untruthfully, remembering a number of parties where she had worn her hair long and loose. "It would be completely impractical to wear my hair loose on the Mainland or on the road. It could mean the difference between life and death."

This bit was true, she thought, remembering Lili’s entanglement with the tubiàn dingo that had dragged her by the long pony tail.

The Emperor looked suspiciously down into her awkwardly tilted face, abruptly letting her hair go.

"How do you like your new room?" he asked her with a sinister smile, gesturing at the weird pink décor and the huge bed that screamed ’sex’.

"It looks like a combination of a tweenage girl’s bedroom, a high class prostitute’s workbench, and a sex dungeon built by a psycho," she said honestly, turning her head to stare directly into his snake-like eyes that still hovered just behind her, not bothering to hide her disgust, though she knew it would heighten his enjoyment.

He laughed with wicked delight. "I’m very pleased to see you haven’t lost any of your spunk while you were on the lam, Delphine."

If he was lucky, he may still manage to get all of the enjoyment out of her that he had originally anticipated savouring.

"It’s important to me that you’ve still got some fight in you, despite coming back to me with your tail between your legs."

"You think I give a damn about what’s important to you?"

She almost wished she could give up on fighting him and just capitulate to his various dirty desires, just to spite him.

"I came back to you because you started killing one innocent person a day until I returned to you. Strangely, I’m not willing to enjoy my freedom at the expense of the lives of innocent people. But perhaps you already knew that about me when you devised that sick little plan. Is there anything that’s beneath you?"

"You will be soon enough," he muttered to himself.

"I did consider that it might incentivise your return," he said to her.

"And in any event, those people deserved punishment for harbouring the tracker and who knows what other seditious elements in their town. But I have to admit, I was very pleasantly surprised when I got word that you’d handed yourself in in exchange for those backwards villagers. If I’d known that little trick would work on you, I would have started killing the village idiots on the day you disappeared."

Delphi wandered away from him towards the library corner, not trusting herself to avoid angering him further.

He followed closely behind her.

She turned to confront him. "You seem to be very hung-up on me? Why don’t you go and visit one of your ninety-nine other women? I thought there were palace rules about not spending too much time with any one woman?"

"I’m making up for lost time with you Delphine. Now that you’ve reached the age of consent, I’d hate for you to feel neglected by your husband. I intend to be especially attentive to your early training," he gave her a smirk which was a promise of things to come.

"Do you like the reading area?" he changed the subject abruptly, gesturing towards the densely packed bookshelves. "The books were specially selected for you by someone who knows you well."

She stopped still, desperate to know any news of their consort handlers. There was no way she was going to ask after any of them in a way that might compromise anyone who was still alive.

The Emperor didn’t offer up who the ’someone’ was, so she let it be and didn’t bite.

He walked over and put a record on the wind-up player.

It was a pop song, My Type. She knew he had deliberately chosen it, just like everything in this room had a specific purpose that he had carefully planned.

She was just the wind-up girl, and he had very specific expectations for her role in this little room of horrors.

The song played as he hovered behind her again, watching her reaction: "I’m a man who’s got very specific taste. You-you-you’re just my type. Oh, you got a pulse and you are breathing."

"If only you were that man," she said scornfully. "Then I wouldn’t be here. Unfortunately, as we both know, you do have a very specific taste in women. And the insatiable appetites of a glutton."

She walked away from his awful breathing down her neck. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"A swine is a better analogy," she muttered under her breath, "indulging in the muck and swill".

He caught enough of that to decide it was time to get the proceedings moving.

"Strip off that uniform and get into the shower Delphine," he said coldly.

She had her back to him, and she closed her eyes briefly.

Here we go, she thought. My punishment begins now...