Here’s a 100-word story. The prompt was “gullible.”
“No, my lord. I haven’t told anyone,” the servant girl said as she quivered in fear.
The king-consort pressed up against her, forcing her against the wall as his hands cupped her face. “You do love me, don’t you Yvreta? Have I not rewarded you for your silence and…cooperation?”
She swallowed the bile that rose in her throat. “Yes, your grace.”
But the queen was already on her way with twelve armed men. Six dead girls and finally justice would be served.
He kissed her, his tongue penetrating her mouth.
Survive, she thought, praying he didn’t pick up the knife.
©2019 Heather Stephens