I was no longer the weak little girl he abused and played for a fool.His hand wanted to put my hair behind my ear, but I slapped it away before he made contact with my skin; this made him laugh."Still a bitch, I see," he sneered. My fangs shot out of my mouth as I lunged at him, making a small cut on the side of his cheek. I would not go down without a fight.My arm was twisted behind me and I felt my jaw slam into the ground.His entire weight was on me as I struggled, and I knew my face had been bruised everywhere by now."I will make you regret ever leaving, you cunt", he whispered in my ear.I struggled against him as his hand roughly ran down my back and squeezed my ass. My hips shot up and rocked against his, in an attempt to push him away. I felt his cock harden."Take me to Fredrick! Who the fuck are you?!" I screamed with every last bit of energy I had. I continued to squirm away from him when his left arm pulled my hip up against his, giving his right-hand access to
"I knew your father for a very long time. I watched him grow up in an orphanage; he was a weak, small man.The type of man that I would kill in a second. So one night I went to do exactly that- kill him. I had my hands around his stupid fucking neck and I watched as the life slowly left his eyes.".I couldn't control the tears that rolled down my cheeks- I kept listening."But right before it was all over he kept repeating one word. I didn't care, I was bored, and I got interested. He said, daughter.He asked me not to kill him because he had a daughter and she needed him".The room was silent- even Paloma was listening intently, and every hair on my body was standing."Get to the point", I whispered. I felt him chuckle again lightly."I thought real long and hard about it, gorgeous. I made him take me back to see you, you were only a baby then, but you were powerful. Your blood smelled delicious, so we made a deal. He would get to live if you became my beloved when you turne
"Freddy, are you okay? His eyes were closed and he seemed frozen in place.His abilities allowed the wounds on his cheek to start healing but his body was beaten badly.I started crying when he didn't respond, the worst thought going through my head.Please wake up, we are finally free.I heard people come into the room but I didn't glance at them because I was too focused on my soul mate lying in a puddle of blood in front of me.I felt soft hands gripe my shoulders and attempt to pull me away from him. I turned around and bared my fangs, ready to fight.It was Paloma.My head was beating, confusion pounding at the same time. I didn't care how she got there, I only cared about Fredrick.I kept crying as men rushed him, lifting him into the air and rushing him out of the room. I knew only they could help him now.I don't remember how I got into the shower, most of the events that took place that night were blurry. Paloma helped me strip down my clothes and she ushered me under th
My world was on fire. My body, rising from the shadows of my grave, felt torn.My heart pumped no blood, My lungs breathed no air. I was still, like a thief in the night. I stumbled out of the hole in the ground and looked at my surroundings.Only darkness, no one in sight. As I stood there waiting for this nightmare to endWaiting for this nightmare to make sense, memories started to flood my mind.A man with beautiful blue eyes and hair as dark as his soul. Fredrick. My Fredrick. My soulmate, my bossy man, the love of my life, licking my blood off a knife that he used to stab me in the heart.My chest tightened as the winter wind slapped across my body, but yet I felt nothing. My blonde hair cascaded around my shoulders and hid behind my back, leaving the wind to nip at my face. I did not move, I did not breathe. I was simply nothing.I kept picturing his smile.The blood running down his plump lips and dripping off his chin. He was a God to me. Something most women can'
My brain stopped processing hours ago. My heart, although already dead, had not taken all of my emotions with it. The world is cruel. This is a cruel joke. It's an unfair, cold-hearted joke.My Fredrick.He is the devil, the King of the Walking Dead, and they want me to kill him.I kept repeating this for 48 hours. I was stuck in an attic in an abandoned house, held captive by people God intended for me to never meet.I drank an Elixir that looked like blood from a glass, and after, I lay back on the bed and let my thoughts take me away.A few days went by and the people finally came back.They all entered the room and the women sat down beside me."You must seek revenge for his betrayal," she whispered.I looked at her appearance. Long Black hair, long nails, torn clothes, and dark eyes, although lifeless eyes.She was cold and smelled evil. But in a way, I felt like she was a mirror image of how I felt at this moment. How I felt the last few days. I don't know what to do, I
I made a mental note of the dead bodies that surrounded the premises as I was taken inside the palace.There must have been a mistake, Fredrick would never live like this. He was a strong, cold man at times but he was a good person. A person of passion; so I kept telling myself.I was taken into the throne room.It was a massive hall draped in red curtains and dazzling black marble floors. It was beautiful. I only hoped it wouldn't be the place where my life would be taken yet again by the man whom I loved so dearly.Just as that thought came to mind, I saw him, he was sitting on the throne in front of the hall. He wore a black button-down silky shirt with pants just as dark, his hair had gotten longer, and his lips were fuller. His eyes, however, were not foreign. I had looked into those eyes so many times, I had all the little blue specs memorized. He was handsome but cold and power radiated from him so deeply that it sent a shiver across my spine. I wanted to know the man
My throat and eyes burned as I awoke from slumber. Hungry!I'm hungry!!The Fuck was too much for me.I had not eaten or drunk anything since I came to this place. At some point during Fredrick's "ceremony," I had blacked out, Perhaps from the pain, the embarrassment, or the shock.In all honestly I believe it to be a combination of all three.I knew I was in Frederick's castle; his scent swelled through my nose. I look at my surroundings. The bed I was on was soft, covered in silk sheets; the room had no windows, but even in the dark, I could tell it was beautiful."Molly", a dark voice called my name.I knew that voice, his blue eyes looked into mine. My body tensed, turning towards him."Fredrick", I whispered. The cruel man sat feet away from me, his gaze burning my body. I moved back as he started moving towards me, his hand wrapped around my ankle grabbing me onto my back. He painfully separates my legs, exposing my pussy to him.His finger ran up my pussy hole as he spok
Emilia came in quickly after and escorted me back to the room where I was previously held in.We didn't talk about what happened, but I knew She felt bad for me by the looks she gave me, and she quickly said goodbye, locking me in the room again.I was halfway asleep when I heard the door crack open and footsteps heading towards my bed. I pretended to be sleeping- even though I knew it wouldn't make the monster go away.A hand stroked my hair and I automatically knew who it was. The bed dipped down as he climbed on top of me and I opened my eyes to meet his blue eyes.I could hardly see due to the darkness, but I had memorized every inch of his face. I didn't need light to."Freddy", I whispered. I prayed to God that this was all a nightmare and that maybe he'd come to explain now."Shhhh", he silenced me as his lips landed on mine, kissing me.They were gentle- the complete opposite of how he's treated me since I've woken up. I laid still, not knowing how to react, his lips skim