Prologue

“Let me go!” Persephone growled, trying to rip her hand off from the iron grip on her wrist.

“I said, let me go!” She yelled, trying to move but with a sudden yank, she was thrown into the ritzy room, falling on the ground.

The aura of the cellar spelling danger, sinking her heart in anticipation of fright, especially his action.

“Now, shut this mouth.” Zadicus’ stone-cold voice came, entering the room and locking it, contemplating her bewitching body with a dark smirk on his lips, approaching her like a predator.

“You will gain nothing by keeping me imprisoned.” She hissed, looking up at the dominant man before her, colliding with an intense gaze.

“You have no idea what I am going to gain.” Letting out a low husky laugh, his steps reached his victim steadily, indulging in the shiver she emitted by the proximity.

“What…?” She dared to ask, swallowing hard, raising her orbs to meet his. 

With a growing smirk, he growled, reflecting his animalistic urges, “Pleasure.” 

Trembling by the assertiveness of his words, her eyes widened in disbelief, moving back, refusing to believe the man before her is the same person she called her lover.

“Zadicus.” Murmuring his name, she moved back but grabbing the chain on her ankle, he pulled her back, placing her under him, securing his hand across from her, indulging in her powerlessness.

“Don’t you dare-” He cut off her seductively.

“Ah, dear, Be careful of your words. They will determine your consequences so you better use them wisely.” He warned, traveling his eyes from her desirable lip to her body and back to her flickering eyes.

“You are not the man I loved.” She whispered, narrowing her eyes in disappointment, repulsed by the lack of distance, by his ruthlessness.

“Exactly.” He hummed, tracing his finger on the side of her face, with a gentle stoke, his fingers moved to her hairs, gripping them harshly, jerking her face to his.

“You have murdered me long ago.” Snarled, he pushed her away, rising from the ground, staring at the woman before him, mien devoid.

But no matter how hard he tries,

His eyes cannot neglect the agony she gave him. His eyes showed his pain. His eyes showed everything.

“You chose it. You chose darkness.” She breathed out, curling her hands in a fist, glaring at him.

“And now you shall also remain in this darkness with me. I will make you witness the darkness you etched, you will see what you have made me.” He hissed, pulling her from the ground and throwing her on his bed.

“It’s not me..” She whispered, holding the hem of her shirt.

“It’s you. It is you who killed me, you left me at this point and for compensation…” He trailed seductively, clenching her heart in sorrow.

“You will serve as my personal satisfaction.” Enunciating, he came closer, opening his shirt and sitting up, she tried to control her emotions and let out a mocking chuckle.

“Oh, so now you are a beast too? How low do you want to fall in my eyes?” Her statement wiped his smirk, replacing it with seeth, displeased at the audacity to speak before him.

“Thanks for reminding me that leaving you was the right decision.” And upon hearing this from the person who killed his emotions, his heart, it infuriated him, gripping her hairs, he moved dangerously closer to her face, hissing.

“Thanks for reminding me that leaving you was the right decision.” mocking he pushed her back and crawled up to her, holding her down by his bare strength.

“You are not worthy to be loved, Persephone.” Speaking, his face was adjacent to her. “You cannot love anyone.” With the final growl, his lips latched to her neck, kissing it fiercely as his free hand moved to hers, intertwining his fingers in a perfect rhythm, indulging the embrace deprived from him years ago.

“Argh, s-stop.” She tried to push him but his action escaped a moan from her lips, “Still love my touch, hmm?”

Humming he continued, forming a firm mark on her neck, the indication of his possession. Moving his lips left a trail of kisses from her shoulder to her cheek and then stopping at her lips.

“Accept it, Persephone. You are aching for my touch. There is no one here, they won’t see your desperation.” He provoked, placing his knees between her legs, preventing her to shut them.

Restricting her actions according to his seduction. “Come on.. Let it out.”

He hummed, hands touching her skin as if it was made for him, loving the warmth of her skin in his palm, barely resisting his desires, “Stop.” And no matter how much she tried to neglect his touch, she couldn’t. 

“I.. would never..” Losing her breath, curling her toes but his keen action, amplifying the buried desires but controlling them, she shut her eyes, “.. love an.. Infidel.” 

The word infidel constricted his heart, enhancing his wrath ten times darker than before, burning his chest in a fiery fire. “That is who you were and shall remain, Zadicus Snyder.”

Snarling, she hit his chest, pushing him off but registering her word for two seconds, she grabbed her wrist and yanked down to the ground, holding her jaws furiously.

“Infidel huh?” Breathing out slowly, he closed his eyes for a moment, barely controlling himself but she has shattered his boundaries of patience. 

“Fine then.” Roaring, he ripped her bodice open and moved his hand in the air and snapped his fingers as the chains on her ankles and wrist tightened, refraining her feet or hands to move as she fell on the ground, trying to resist or use her magic but he has in her clasp entirely.  

Stand up, Zadicus stared down at her powerless form, converting his fury into immoral amusement, opening the remaining buttons of his shirt, throwing it away, scanning her body before declaring his intentions,

“I will show you what this infidel could do.”