Originally expecting to enjoy himself, Joseph found that he had vastly underestimated the explosive strength of the delicate hands behind him and the massage skills of their owner.
Camellia's approach was utterly misaligned, her fingers repeatedly landing on connective tissues between tendons, accompanied by twisting, pulling, and other "technical moves." Combined with the strength she developed from daily cleaning and lugging soup pots, a few moves later, Joseph was in so much pain that tears threatened to spill.
"Ah—stop, stop!" Joseph cried out in a sobbing tone, "It hurts, it hurts..."
*All he wanted now was to scream, "I confess, I'll confess everything!"*
Just as Soleil entered the room, the sound of Joseph's agonized cries caused her to freeze. By the dim light, she took in the shocking scene: a woman pinning the Crown Prince to the "long table," one hand pressed to his neck, the other holding a black, shadowy object as if poised to strike.
