Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 206: I am the Teacher [R18 Trigger Warning]

[TRIGGER WARNING: THIS Chapter CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT INCLUDING SEXUAL ASSAULT. PLEASE SKIP THIS Chapter IF THIS MATERIAL COULD BE POTENTIALLY TIGGERING OR EMOTIONALLY CHALLENGING FOR YOU]

[Suggested song for this Chapter – Tainted Love by Soft Cell]

The Emperor’s smile broadened to see that the surgery had had the desired effect.

Delphi was awash with humiliation and a deep sense of shame. She was afraid to open her eyes.

"Delllphhine," he crooned, drawing out her name.

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

She watched his face as he read her emotions and gobbled them up like a demon that fed on nightmares.

"You’re getting off on this," she stated the obvious. "Have you ever thought that there might be something wrong with you? That you’re wired the wrong way?"

"Right back at you Delphine. Have you ever thought the same thing about yourself? Perhaps we’re made for each other. A woman who takes pleasure from being humiliated and a man who ’gets off’ on humiliating her. It sounds like a match made in heaven to me."

He was tapping into her deepest, darkest fears right there. That he had somehow warped her when she was still forming, so that her pleasure centres were misaligned.

She took some comfort from the fact that his disgusting touch had only sickened her. She already knew that she had a little issue with over-sensitivity because of his unwanted surgical intervention.

"Must you be a rapist, Haoran?" she used his name.

"She finally calls me by my name," he said with delight. "You must be wanting me, little wife. I look forward to seeing you beg me. A man can’t rape his own wife. You know that hasn’t been the case since before the War."

"I’m not your wife."

"And I don’t plan to rape you. Only when we’re married shall we consummate our sacred bond."

"Then you’ll rape me," she said flatly, "because you know that I’ll never consent to sleep with you".

"Oh I think that you might, Delphine. I have more than enough leverage to secure your consent to anything I ask of you."

She blanched. She had been afraid he would blackmail her by putting the lives of the consorts who had raised her on the line. Any of them who were still left alive...

"But first, let’s see what you might ask me for without me threatening to kill someone you love, shall we?"

She was incredulous. If he thought she would ask him for anything at all without a death threat, he was even more deluded than she thought he was.

He spoke into his lapel and one of the large female guards jogged back into the cell and unlocked her manacles.

She breathed a little easier now that she wasn’t so awfully immobilised and at his mercy, though she knew she was still just the wind-up girl on the stage he had set for her, playing her dutiful part.

He dismissed the guard and tossed her a towel.

"Dry yourself," he ordered.

This was an order she was happy to obey, and she quickly dried herself and wrapped the towel around her nakedness, which was heightening her feeling of vulnerability.

His snake-like eyes watched her every move.

"What a pity to cover those delicious curves, Delphine. It’s just the two of us alone here now. Won’t you show yourself to me?"

"Not willingly."

"Perfect! Let me teach you then. That, after all, is the role of a husband with his wife. I am the teacher, and you are my student."

Her mind went into overdrive imagining the things he planned to ’teach’ her. One step at a time Delphi, she told herself. You can do this, girl!

"Hop on the bed and we’ll start our lessons, shall we?"

"Definitely not," she mentally prepared herself for another battle.

"Alright then, the hard way again, is it?"

She nodded with determination.

He looked delighted with her decision, as he started to walk towards her.

Was he planning to take her down on his own? Good luck! she thought.

The man walked right into the wet area, and she realised that he must be planning to wrestle her onto the bed by himself.

She darted to her left, running towards the library area where the record was now playing Tainted Love.

He was straight on her heels, having expected her to run, and before she got very far at all he dived forward and tapped her ankle, sending her sprawling onto the plush carpet. He gripped her by the ankles and dragged her backwards towards him, ripping her towel from around her body and tossing it aside.

"Come on Delphine! Is that the best you can do? I’m disappointed. Here, let me give you another chance."

He let her ankles go, and she didn’t have to be asked twice. She leapt to her feet and ran for the library again, the terrifying man breathing down her neck.

She reached the records and in one quick movement, she grabbed one from the table and sent it frisbee-style, flying towards his head.

He smiled and ducked, continuing towards her. She threw another record at him, and he smashed it out of his way with his fist.

She backed away from him, feeling for the books behind her and grabbing two, which she threw at his head in quick succession.

One of them glanced off his temple, and she felt a burst of elation. It was short-lived though, as the hit seemed to enrage him, and like an angry bull he charged at her and pinned her against the bookcase.

He pressed his body roughly against her so that she could barely move.

She couldn’t fail to notice how hard he was as he pressed his crotch against her. He reached a hand down and squeezed one of her breasts that was squashed between them.

"That’s more like a good little wife, Delphine. But don’t tease me, will you? It won’t end well for you."

She tried to draw her knee up to kick him in the nuts, but he was alive to her, and he slammed his hand down on her thigh before she could do any damage, corking her thigh so that she couldn’t help gasping in pain.

"Don’t make me hurt you, baby."

He reached out and grabbed one of her wrists, viciously twisting it up behind her back in a manoeuvre that had her immediately doubled over at his mercy as she desperately tried to avoid him breaking her wrist. She would be absolutely useless if she only had the use of one hand.

"Let’s go, darling," he said, as though they had a real relationship, walking her naked and bent over with one arm behind her back as she ran behind him towards the bed.