From Prison To Power

Chapter 005 – Doing The Deed

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Glenn had barely processed what was happening when a rush of blood surged through his body, betraying him faster than logic ever could.

He wasn’t made of stone, and the insane beauty clinging to him like her life depended on it? She was a walking fantasy in distress.

And she wasn’t letting go.

Like a starving soul stumbling upon a feast, the world-toppling beauty, who had yet to give her name, clung tightly to his body, frantically rocking against him as though she were chasing warmth in a snowstorm.

Glenn groaned under his breath, swallowing hard.

Years of abstinence had trained his willpower... but only to a point.

His fists clenched. He was a man, not a monk.

"I should stop this... I really should stop this..." he muttered to himself, locking his arms to keep her at bay.

But her scent, her touch, her desperate pleas, and her condition—they were overwhelming.

"I'm not doing this because I want to..." he whispered, trying to convince himself.

“I’m saving a life. A noble deed. A dying damsel,” he added with mock conviction, as though quoting scripture.

The words had barely left his mouth before something primal awakened inside him.

With this, a guttural growl escaped his throat, and in the blink of an eye, he scooped the woman into his arms and jumped into the bed with her.

“Forgive me, lord,” he muttered. “But I can't let a beauty die on my watch.”

What followed could only be described as chaos in slow motion.

A cry of pain escaped the woman’s lips, and a single tear slipped down her cheek—but then, like a switch flipped, the madness returned to her eyes.

Her desperation gave way to exhilaration, and she moved with renewed vigor, clinging to Glenn like a lifeline.

The storm lasted for hours.

The walls groaned, the bed begged for mercy, and the pillows took flight. Time lost all meaning.

And finally—mercifully—after hours that felt like an eternity had passed, both Glenn and the mystery woman collapsed, exhausted, breathless, and completely unconscious.

The room? A disaster zone.

And the two of them? They knocked out cold, like a couple of gladiators who had just fought to the death... and then some.

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The next morning.

“Ugh…”

A soft, pitiful, and painful groan echoed through the room.

In the next second, the woman—Irene stirred first. Her body ached in places she didn’t even know could ache.

She blinked blearily, her vision swimming, and her head pounding like a war drum.

Then she turned and… she saw him.

An incredibly handsome man, roguishly so, sleeping peacefully... In her bed.

No.

Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the unfamiliar surroundings. Then panic rose fast and sharp, like icy water in her lungs.

“Where am I? What… happened?!”

Her voice was raspy, barely above a whisper.

Her limbs trembled, and she sat up, moving slowly, as if the wrong motion might cause the world to shatter.

In the next moment, pain came in.

A sharp, undeniable soreness that confirmed the unthinkable.

Her face went pale… paler than snow, and her breaths became ragged, wild.

And then… snap.

Her expression shifted.

In an instant, as though flipping a switch, gone was the disoriented girl from moments ago. In her place now stood a fury-driven demoness, wrath blazing in her eyes.

Without a word, she launched herself at Glenn, murder flashing in her gaze.

…..

Glenn, meanwhile, was currently lost in a peaceful dream, a blissful smile heavily painting his face.

Until suddenly—

WHAM!

A spike of killing intent pierced the air, snapping him awake faster than any kind of caffeine ever could.

His eyes shot open in the next instant, and his combat instincts kicked in immediately.

Without hesitation, he rolled off the bed just in time to avoid Irene's strangle and weight, which slammed into the mattress with enough force to crater it.

He leapt back, his breathing sharp and muscles tense.

“WHO’S TRYING TO KILL ME?!” he shouted.

Then he saw her.

The same beautiful lunatic from last night, now glaring daggers at him like he was the devil himself.

The moment their eyes met, her voice exploded in the room.

“You… YOU RAPIST!”

Glenn blinked, utterly dumbfounded. “Excuse me?!”

“I’ll kill you!” Irene screamed, lunging ferociously at him again.

He dodged calmly, frustration creeping in. “Lady, can we not start the morning with attempted murder?”

“You took advantage of me!” she yelled, her voice cracking with rage and shame.

Glenn lifted both hands in a gesture of peace, still completely naked. His body was lean, yet strikingly defined—each muscle shaped with such precision it looked like he’d been carved from marble by a master sculptor.

Despite the tension, he stayed remarkably composed, even appearing amused.

“Alright, just stop for a second,” he said calmly. “You barged into my room yesterday, clearly drugged. I checked your pulse—you were minutes away from total organ failure!”

Irene paused, freezing mid-swing.

“Drugged?” she repeated, perplexed.

“Yes! Someone must have slipped you a concentrated aphrodisiac! If I hadn’t done what I did… something you have begged for, almost even raping me in the process, you would have been a corpse right now.”

Irene ignored his playful mockery. Instead, she hesitated, and just then, Glenn pressed on.

“You clung to me like a lifeboat in a hurricane and initiated everything. I even tried to resist—tried being the key word. But when you’re crying, begging for help, and throwing yourself at me like a hungry tiger…”

He sighed dramatically. “What choice did I have? I’m a gentleman, after all. A hero, even. So I had no choice but to sacrifice my innocence and essence to save you. Honestly, I should get a medal for it.”

Irene stared at him, her mouth agape.

A long, awkward silence followed.

Then, Glenn cracked his neck, groaning. “Honestly, I should be the angry one here. You barged into my cheap hotel room, turned it into a warzone, and now you want to kill me after I saved your life? What kind of thank-you is that?”

She opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Nothing came out.

“Don’t worry,” Glenn said calmly, grabbing his towel. “You don’t have to fall in love with me. Just don’t stab me before breakfast.”