Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: ’Newfound Resolve’

WARNING: The following italicized content contains implications of sexual assault. If you’re uncomfortable, please skip the italicized section and resume reading at "Florian’s eyes shot open"

"Did you enjoy that, little prince? I certainly did." Charles chuckled, his voice laced with cruel amusement. He stood over Florian, who lay sprawled on the ground—vulnerable, disheveled, and trembling.

His body ached, a dull pain settling into his limbs, but it was the lingering sense of violation that made his skin crawl. Tears spilled freely down his cheeks, hot and relentless, no matter how hard he tried to suppress them.

’I’ve been defiled... is this my punishment for seducing Lucius?’ Florian’s vacant stare reflected his inner torment. Even though no one restrained him now, the phantom sensations of unwanted hands lingered on his skin. He wondered if this was what Lucius endured – the relentless urge to cleanse himself of the violation.

"He went from kicking and screaming to silence real quick," Arthur sneered, his voice laced with contempt. "I heard you liked it when it was a nobleman, but with us commoners, you cry? What a joke—discrimination at its finest."

Florian’s lips trembled as tears streaked his face. His voice broke into a desperate plea. "I need to see Heinz... please, let me return to Heinz."

Arthur’s grin twisted into something cruel. "The king? He doesn’t even acknowledge your existence. We only dragged you along for a bit of fun." His boot pressed into Florian’s back, grinding down without mercy. "And entertained we were. But here’s the kicker—once the king finds out what happened here, he won’t ever look at you again."

Florian’s breath hitched, the weight of those words shattering what little resolve he had left. The sobs tore through him, raw and unrestrained. "No... No... No..."

The echoes of his cries were drowned out by Arthur’s callous laughter, sealing his despair deeper into the pit of hopelessness.

"Oh? Suddenly you’re so energetic again?" Charles sneered, exhaling a slow stream of smoke, his sharp gaze fixed on Florian with cold amusement. "Funny how that works. But tell me—why the sudden denial?"

Florian trembled, his breath ragged as he clutched himself tightly, as if trying to hold together something shattered beyond repair. His voice wavered, barely above a whisper. "Heinz... Heinz can’t know," he choked out, his body wracked with shivers. "If he finds out... I’ve been... defiled."

’He’ll...ignore me even more...’

Both Charles and Arthur erupted into cruel laughter, their mocking voices cutting through the suffocating silence. "You really think his majesty won’t notice those marks?" Charles sneered, his grin twisted with malice. "We made sure he’d see every single one." He jabbed a finger toward the angry red bruises marrying Florian’s skin.

Florian’s breath hitched, his body trembling as their taunts echoed in his ears. The weight of shame pressed down on him, suffocating. He wrapped his arms around himself, desperate to hide what couldn’t be hidden.

’I feel contaminated... I’m tainted...’

Overwhelmed by shame and anguish, Florian repeated silently in his mind: ’I’m impure... I’m filthy...Heinz can’t see me like this...’

Tears cascaded down his face, relentless and suffocating, until he choked on them, gasping for air. His body trembled as the echoes of cruel laughter from the heartless pair above him sliced through the thick haze of misery.

’How could Heinz ever love me now?’

Florian’s eyes shot open, his breath hitching as he jolted upright. Tears from his nightmare traced hot paths down his cheeks, his chest rising and falling in uneven gasps. His vision swam for a moment before adjusting to the dim, suffocating darkness around him. But he didn’t need time to remember where he was or what had happened.

Because he was fully aware.

The nightmare was nothing but a cruel reminder.

He was still here—trapped in this windowless room, abandoned and discarded like he was nothing. The weight of it pressed down on him, sinking into his bones. Slowly, he sat up, his body heavy with exhaustion. He pressed a trembling hand to his forehead before gripping his hair tightly, frustration bubbling to the surface.

’I’m a fucking idiot. What was I thinking?’

His voice was barely a whisper, but the self-loathing in it was suffocating.

’How could I be so naive? How could I forget what kind of situation I was in? No matter how much things change in this goddamn novel... Florian will still be neglected.’

’I should’ve listened to Lucius when he stopped me... Fuck.’

’No. No, I can’t afford this. I can’t afford to break now.’

Determination.