Innocence Lost [Sehun]

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Beryl, despite being shocked and disappointed, managed to make Sehun experience what it feels to be rejected, not only as a longing lover but also as a member of a royal family who never knew that a person who could make him feel the way she did existed on this planet. He had always looked down on people, thinking that they were all inferiors as if he forgot that, in reality, he was one of these inferiors, for he has the same features, starves when he doesn't eat, becomes desperate for water when he feels thirsty, feels lightheaded and tired when he doesn't sleep, and has blood, without which he can never live. But most importantly, wasn't he as susceptible as everyone else to the infectious spice of devilishness that roams around every single soul, totally shunning how some have a big shroud of sacredness embellishing their auras?

He wasn't any different.

Beryl was imprisoned, and to add insult to injury, Sehun insisted on locking her up in the same place her mother was locked and died in a few days ago; he knew that physical torture was not how he would be able to force her to submit to him once again so he never ordered for any physical pain to be caused but he still wanted to emotionally wreck her for the very last moment just as she made him suffer numerous sleepless nights, for he always had to go through minutes and endless hours of swimming through deep contradicting thoughts. For hours he would think that he should get her out of the prison so she could live freely, so far away from where he was, but when his demonic insides emerged he just felt like he wanted to get her out of prison so he could feed his vigorous selfishness and sleep comfortably at night, but still, he was not a person who would step on and swallow his pride and once a word escapes his mouth, it can never be brought back.

On the other hand, Beryl wanted to meet the prince once more but she did not know if it was because she wanted to slap him once again and show him that he is as worthless as he saw everyone else, to seek forgiveness and beg for mercy - when she would feel scared and when fear crawls from every corner of this hideous room she was locked in into her body, just like insects would at nights - to turn tables and get herself out of what she was in, or to meet him to at least thank him for the few weeks they had been together.

Nevertheless, it was her fault, and so did she blame herself for falling into his traps in the first place.

Dear Crown Prince,

I have written a lot of letters to my deceased mother ever since

I was imprisoned into this hell hole and hence

I wanted to at least write one for you with a sense

Of appreciation of what I felt when I was in your embrace and dense

Generosity and for unknowingly prompting me to revive my self-defense

So here is to you, my tyrannical prince.

🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚

Wth is this chapter:)