The Walk of Shame 🚶♀️👣
The walk from the hallway to the cafeteria felt like a march toward a gilded cage. 🏰 Prince's hand never left Baby Doll's wrist; his grip was a constant, warm reminder that she was no longer in control of her own movements. ⛓️ Every student they passed flattened themselves against the lockers, their eyes darting between Prince's stony expression and Baby Doll's tear-stained face. 👁️💧
"Prince... please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the humming of the school's ventilation system. "Everyone is looking. Just let me go to the restroom." 🚽🙏
Prince didn't even glance at her. He kept his eyes fixed forward, his jaw set in a hard line of possessive determination. 🗿 "Let them look," he replied, his voice a low vibration that made her skin prickle. "They need to learn exactly where you belong. And as for the restroom... you'll go when I decide you're finished eating." 🚫🍱
Baby Doll felt a surge of helplessness. 🌊 In this school, Prince wasn't just a student; he was an absolute monarch. Even the teachers seemed to look the other way when he passed, afraid of the power his family held over the academy's funding. 🏫💰
The Golden Gates Open 🚪✨
They reached the double doors of the grand cafeteria. With one hand, Prince pushed them open, the heavy wood swinging back with a thud that silenced the room. 🔊 The smell of gourmet food—truffle pasta, roasted chicken, and fresh pastries—hit Baby Doll, but it made her stomach churn rather than growl. 🤢
The cafeteria was divided into sections. The "Commoners" sat at the long wooden tables near the entrance. The "Elites" sat in the cushioned booths. But at the very back, on a raised platform near the floor-to-ceiling windows, was The King's Table. 👑🛋️
It was a circular table made of dark mahogany, reserved only for Prince and his inner circle. No one else dared to even stand near the platform. 🚫👣
Prince led her straight through the center of the room. Baby Doll kept her eyes on her shoes, her face burning with a mix of shame and anger. 🍎🔥 She could hear the whispers starting like a wildfire behind them.
"Is that the girl he calls Baby Doll?" 🤭
"Look at how he's holding her... he's obsessed." ⛓️💞
"She looks terrified. Someone should help her." 😨
"Are you crazy? No one touches Prince's property if they want to keep their hands." 🖐️❌
The Seat of Power 🪑⛓️
When they reached the platform, Prince pulled out a chair—not across from him, but directly beside him. 🪑 He pushed her down into the plush velvet seat and sat down so close that their shoulders touched. 📏🚫
"Sit," he commanded softly. 🐕 He signaled to a waiting server—a student working part-time—who hurried over with a tray of the finest food the academy offered. 🍱🍤
"I'm not hungry," Baby Doll said, her voice trembling as she looked at the plate of delicate sushi and sliced fruit placed in front of her. 🍎🚫
Prince picked up a pair of silver-tipped chopsticks. He ignored her protest, his eyes dark and focused. 🥢 "You've been pale all morning. You're going to eat, Baby Doll. Every single bite." 😈🍽️
He picked up a small piece of sashimi and held it to her lips. The intimacy of the gesture was suffocating. 🍱💋 In front of hundreds of watching eyes, the most powerful boy in school was feeding her like she was a literal doll. 🧸
"Open," he whispered. 👄✨
Baby Doll shook her head, her lips pressed firmly together. ❌ Prince's expression didn't change, but the air around him grew heavy with a dangerous pressure. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek. 🌬️🔥
"Don't make me do this the hard way," he warned, his voice a dark caress. "If you don't eat, I'll find a much more public way to make you obey. Do you want me to kiss you in front of all these people to get your mouth open?" 💋😱
Baby Doll's eyes widened. She knew he wasn't joking. Prince never joked about his desires. 🌑 Slowly, humiliated and defeated, she opened her mouth. The fish tasted like ash, but she swallowed it, her tears finally overflowing and rolling down her cheeks. 😢🍱
The Silent Audience 🙊🎭
The cafeteria was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Hundreds of students watched the scene in a trance. 😵 They were witnessing the total submission of the school's most mysterious girl to its most terrifying tyrant. 👑⛓️🧸
Prince reached out with his thumb and wiped away a stray tear from her cheek. His touch was surprisingly gentle, a terrifying contrast to the iron grip he had held on her wrist only moments ago. 🕊️🆚⛓️
"There," he murmured, his eyes softening with a twisted kind of affection. "Good girl. You look so much prettier when you're being obedient." 😊💖
Baby Doll looked at him, her heart filled with a silent vow. One day, she thought, I will break these chains. I am a Princess, and a Princess does not belong in a cage, no matter how much gold it's made of. 🏰🕊️🚫
But for now, as Prince leaned back and draped an arm possessively over the back of her chair, she knew she was stuck in his shadow. 🌑👑