Chapter 86. Beautiful Gowns and Terrible Pain

Layla’s POV

Trapped within the twisted grasp of a psychopathic, narcissist king, my privacy stripped away leaving me with an alarming fear. The door opened up every now and then as someone came to deliver food, pillows, clean, or just stand there in eerie silence. At this point, there was nothing to do. I had inspected the people coming in more often, and they all shared something in common— empty looks in their eyes, as if they were marionettes pulled by a clear string. Right now, that was Jackson; he stood in the corner with his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes barely blinked as they fixated on me sitting on the bed.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“You have asked that before,” He said.

“Yes, but I hoped that your answer would be different this time around,” I said and smiled as charmingly as I could.

“It’s not.” He said coldly. My smile turned into a frown, and I continued to mindlessly flip the pages of a book I was reading. It was some