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 in front of me; I wanted to love him, but I was no fool; he was different, Darker, stronger, and colder. Fredrick stood up and made his way towards me. If I could breathe, I would have held my breath, he was so gorgeous but yet so cruel. Surely made by the devil himself. He stood only a few inches away from me, looking down at my face. I watched him as he scanned all my features. Only when they made their way back to my eyes, did he speak. "Undress ", he demanded. Confusion lined my eyes as I looked into his beautiful pair of blue eyes. I thought I had misheard him. One wouldn't murder their lover, and 120 years later, when the body has become a walking dead, he demands they take their clothes off upon first arrival. "I won't tell you again, Molly" he calmly said. Fire and courage flooded my body. "You - you murdered me, Fredrick", I whispered; looking into his eyes for any sign of regret. Fredrick's hand collided with my cheek, slapping me so hard that I doubled over to the other side. I was in such a state of shock with what just happened, it took me a minute to process everything. I slowly rose to my feet and looked him in the eyes. His beautiful eyes showed no reaction, no emotion, he was dead. He was a monster. I raised my hand to slap him back, but I instantly found my arm pinned behind my back. Fredrick turned me away from him, forcing me to look at all the soldiers and townspeople who had made their way into the hall. None of them said a word, all of them were just as dead in the eyes as him. I felt Fredrick's lips touch my neck, and I froze. He skimmed his way up to my ear, where he placed little kisses and bits of my skin that he could reach with them. My emotions went into overdrive. This is the Fredrick I know. The sweet and loving one, the one who touches me with ease, grace, and love; however, one look into the crowd brought me back to reality. This was not a loving act, this was horror. Fredrick's hand made contact with my waist and I tried to pull out of his grasp. He ripped the button off my jeans, and I felt a shutter shake my body. He wouldn't do this, not here. Not in front of all these people, not after he's murdered me. My jeans were dragged over my ass and rested on my ankles, I screamed at him to stop and for someone to stop him, but no one moved. My panties were next to be pulled down, and suddenly, I wished I could crawl back into the grave where I came from only a few days ago. I tried to use my hair to hide my embarrassment in front of these strangers, but I couldn't hide the misery in my heart. My shirt was ripped off next and my breasts sprung free from the confinements. My nipples instantly hardened as the sharp air lightly kissed them. I begged Fredrick one last time to stop this insanity. "Fredrick, we were meant to be married; I loved you more than anything; please stop this," I cried. I heard the zipper of his jeans go down and my hands made a loud smack on the floor after he tossed me down. I tried to crawl away, but my efforts failed. Fredrick's hand gripped my thigh as the other held the middle of my back down, positioning my face on the ground and my ass in the air. I felt his cock skim the outside of my pussy; although I was shocked, he was preparing himself for what was to come. As much as I hated this man and the world for what was happening to me, my hips naturally rose to him. I screamed as his cock penetrated me, stretching my walls out once again. He buried himself deep inside me and then stopped. "I claim this woman as my royal whore! Let this demonstration mark the official ceremony! Anyone who touches her after I fuck her would be put to death", he bellowed to the crowd. He fuck me as if I was a doll for entertainment, in different styles and positions. I wish I could die again, right here and right now. Shame is what I feel right now, with him enjoying himself and the crowd-watching.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
The DinnerI could feel my hair sticking to the back of my neck, the sweat dripping from my body.It's funny actually, my senses seemed to be in overdrive. I was hyper-aware of the fact that my body was tired, and my limbs were sore from being wrapped around Fredrick for so long. I was vaguely aware that I was shaking as I looked into his eyes once again."W-What"? I yell, my voice sounding foreign even to my ears.Slowly, a sickening smile engulfed his handsome face. I watched in horror as he laughed; he removed his hand from my ass and clamped onto the back of my neck, squeezing with a force that I began to wonder if he would just snap it suddenly. "Shh, little one, no need for questions now- we will be late to your party", he hissed, slamming his mouth against mine. Our teeth clashed, and I felt my jaw ache. I tried to pull away, but he only pressed harder; finally, after some painful seconds, he let go.Tears rolled down from my eyes as he examined my face again."So beautif
A gasp flew from my mouth as my pussy was on display for the entire people on the table to see.Shame consumed me. I looked at Fredrick, who still addressed the people as if nothing had even happened. "That is a good point, Ezekiel. What does everyone think?" he asked. I felt tense when Fredrick's finger found my clit and slowly started to caress it. Horror was written on my face when I looked at everyone. However, no one looks at me in the eye.They all sat there looking at Fredrick like nothing was even happening.My breath started to pick up when my clit became wet, and I was embarrassed; Fredrick had the power to make me cum.When his finger penetrated me I did my best to close my eyes and pretend like this wasn't happening. I prayed to a God, I prayed to the universe. I prayed to whoever has the power to save me, please let me wake up from this nightmare.The sounds of suggestions and my slick pussy sound around the room. Fredrick worked me like a fiddle, knowing exactly
Yes sir" the young man smiled, taking a step towards me as his hand went for his belt. The guy had just brought his cock out when Fredrick's ripped his head from his body.I screamed at his sudden action, and blood splashed on my face. My eyes widened with horror as I saw the poor guard's body fall to the ground.Fredrick grabbed his hair and pulled his head back-stuffing his cock into his mouth. I held back my vomit." You wanna fuck her, first suck your cock, you bastard," he growls."I don't share my toys", Fredrick hissed before he snapped the man's neck all together. I stood there in shock. Guilty swam through my body.Fredrick's eyes locked into mine and I attempted to run but it was too late. He spun me around and jerked me against his body, his hand wrapped around my neck tightly.He squeezed my neck, and I knew that I couldn't breathe, but if I were to breathe, he would have choked me to death again."Is this what you planned, bitch"? He mocked. I couldn't respond beca
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