The Demon King is not in a rush. He is going to make this last.
He drags his hands down my torso, scorching my waist, leaving burn marks everywhere he touches.
I once again try to wrench myself free from my chains.Drogon’sfingers tangle in my hair. He jerks my head back, pressing his lips to my cheek and whispers, “If you try to escape me again, I will drag your unconscious friend from his cage and have him whipped to death. Do you understand?”
A whimpered cry slips through my lips when he kisses my shoulder and leaves another welt.
His hands explore my body, no place off limits. But when he dips his hand between my thighs, I bite my lip tokeep fromattemptingto flee. Iwon’tlet Nyx die.
Drogonspends far too much time in my sensitive areas, leaving handprints burned in my flesh. I hiss from the pain but swallowthe screams, unwilling to give him the satisfaction that he is in fact breaking me like he wanted.
Tears stream down my cheeks freely now. I would have preferredthe whipthan being fondled and groped, especially for an entire kingdom to watch and enjoy.
"Ah, yes," he presses his hardening length against my backside. "You and I will have a lot of fun together, my pet."
Bastian tries again to break free, but each time he moves, he garners another wound. The second one is a slice to his thigh.
My body is sizzling fromDrogon’sheated touch. Blisters and welts cover my skin, and the pain nears unbearable.Just when I think Ican’ttake anymore, ready to beg for him to stop, mychain is suddenlyunhooked,and I fall to the floor. I slam against the deck hard enough to wrench a scream from me.
"Tonight,”Drogonaddresses the crowd, his voice loud andboisterous,“we feast for our victory is neigh.Themortal realm will soon be ours!"
The crowd erupts in thunderous applause.They’vegotten their fill of cruel entertainment but with the king’s final words, they disperse to prepare for their celebration.
Drogonkneels beside me. I cross my arms over my breasts, not like everyone in this realmhasn’talready had a good look. He smiles,lustand malice in his eyes. The tip of his finger draws lazilyacross my stomach, zig zagging down to the sensitive area between my thighs. I clench my legs together, my breathing fragmented.
“You are exquisite when you fear me.” He licks his lips and leans over me, hovering just above my face. “I told you I would break you,” he whispers and tears slip down my face and disappear into my hair.
He motions for his minions to,"Put her back in her cage. I will come for her when I am ready." With those last instructions, the Demon King turnsand makes his way back to his castle.
Demons grab ahold of me,despite my feeble attempts to fight them off. My body is alit and bursting with pain. Theydrag me back to my cage naked, not batting eyes when members of the crowdcopa feelasI pass.
Unceremoniously, they toss me inside the smallprisonwhere Nyx is still knocked out. Buthe’snot the only one here. A bleeding Bastian isinside.
I curl into my body, shame heavy.
Bastian tears his shirt off and offers it to me. “Here,” he says softly, broken. “Take my shirt.”
I flinch when his hand extends to me. “Don't touch me!”
His eyes water. “Shaye, I'm so sorry.”
“Don’t talk to me!” I hiss, turning my back to him.I pull my knees tighter to my chest, tears falling like rain.
My heart is so heavy. My spirit broken.
Drogonstole mydignity,robbed me of my modesty. He set out to hurt me, and he did.
“Please,” Bastian drapes his shirt over my shoulders.“Youdon'thave to forgive me. But please take my shirt.”
I want to swing on him, but my body aches from the burns. And my clothes are in tatters on the platform, nothing to be salvaged. Not like a demon would take pity on me and save me from my nakednessby handing me the scraps.
I reluctantly tug Bastian’s shirt around me, covering as much of my body as I can.ThenIcry.
Forty - One
Shaye
The demons celebrate for hours. No one pays us much mind except once in awhile, there will be a random creature who wants to touch me. To see “the pretty mortal girl’s breasts”.
