The throne room of King Zhou's castle was a sight to behold, with its opulent decorations and the heady scent of incense. But Itzel, the doe goddess, had no eyes for the surroundings as she was brought before the king against her will. She stood tall and proud, her eyes flashing with defiance as she was thrust before the god of seduction.
Zhou smirked, his eyes raking over Itzel's body with a mockery of a lover's touch. "Ah, the famous doe goddess," he said, his voice dripping with false admiration. "I must say, you are even more beautiful than I imagined."
Itzel bit her tongue, holding back a retort. She knew better than to engage with her captor, but it was difficult to resist the urge to wipe that smug look off his face. She stood still as Zhou circled around her, his hands brushing against her skin as if he had the right to touch her.
Zhou leaned in close, whispering lewd suggestions in Itzel's ear. She shuddered in disgust, but kept her expression neutral. "You can resist all you want, my dear," Zhou chuckled, clearly enjoying the power dynamic between them. "But I can assure you, you will enjoy every moment of our time together."
He made a show of offering Itzel a place at his side, promising her untold pleasures. Itzel narrowed her eyes, considering her options. She knew she couldn't trust Zhou, but she also knew that she needed to bide her time and wait for the right moment to strike.
With a sigh, she allowed Zhou to pull her onto his lap. She gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to struggle as he began to kiss and touch her. His hands roamed over her body, and Itzel remained still, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a plan.
Zhou became more aggressive, his touches becoming rougher. Itzel winced, but still didn't fight back. She knew she needed to act soon, before things went too far.
She took a deep breath, gathering her strength. She reached up and grabbed Zhou's face, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Zhou was taken aback, but quickly responded to her advances. He deepened the kiss, his hands continuing to explore her body.
Itzel used the opportunity to reach for a hidden dagger, palming it carefully. She waited for the right moment, her heart pounding in her chest. And when it came, she broke the kiss, her eyes flashing with determination.
She stabbed Zhou, the dagger sinking into his chest with a wet thud. Zhou gasped, his eyes widening in shock. Itzel stood up, her expression cold and distant.
"I may be your captive, but I will never be your plaything," she said, her voice dripping with disdain.
King Zhou may have brought her to his castle, but Itzel was determined to show him that she was not a goddess to be trifled with. She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving the king to bleed out on his own throne. She would not be his prize, his conquest. She was Itzel, the doe goddess, and she was not to be underestimated.
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