Chap 1

Amelia's POV

Pain. 

It made me wonder how much more I could take before I passed out and probably never wake up again. 

My entire body ached, my bones shaking as I turned on the bed, and the chains that held me captive rattled, reminding me of what I was. 

A slave. 

At Cassius's mercy. 

My pussy ached and I felt sore all over as I remembered how he had laughed as he tortured me, how his handsome face had looked distorted as his lips lifted up in a cruel smile at my pleas for him to stop. 

He didn't ever stop though, seeming to enjoy it when I begged, writhing in pain. 

He was the devil and I was just his to use, hurt, and fuck as he pleased. 

My eyes hurt as I forced them open to take in his room. My prison. 

I was probably the only thing that was not attractive and bright in this king-sized bedroom. 

Looking down at the flimsy dress he had forced me into before he left, I tried to raise my leg and winced from the pain, the chains rattling as the cuff dangled from my ankles, a reminder that there was no way out of this for me. 

Immediately I heard the key to the door rattling, I froze, shutting my eyes, and pretended to be asleep. 

He was here again. 

My heart throbbed wildly in my chest as I quickly turned sideways and prayed that my pretense worked, even though I knew that it wouldn't. We had played this game several times before. 

Terror. That was the only thing I felt whenever he opened that door. 

I willed my body to stop shaking as I heard him take slow deliberate steps toward the bed. 

And then nothing. I didn't hear anything again and I wondered where he was, afraid to even open my eyes. 

"You're pretending to be asleep again, Amelia? How many times are we going to play this game? Well, I'm not complaining." He whispered in my ear, his lips brushing the outer shell of my ear and it took everything in me to not move at the cruel amusement in his voice. 

I knew that if I opened my eyes, he would be wearing a sinister smile and looking at me like a lamb ready for slaughter. Perhaps that is what I was to him. That was how he saw me. A lamb to slaughter, just that unlike I hoped, he didn't slaughter me.

Shutting my eyes even tighter, I didn't answer him and I felt when his breath that was fanning my face left. 

Had I succeeded in tricking him this time?

Did he really believe that I was asleep?

I heard him working on the chains and they fell off my hands and legs but I didn't move. 

That was when I felt his hand raise my dress, leaving my bare pussy exposed to him. 

"Let's see how asleep you really are, my little slave." He said and a hand started to move up my leg from my feet. 

Reaching my thigh, he squeezed hard and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from screaming. 

I tensed when his hand started to move to the inside of my thigh, his fingers leaving tender touches that would have almost made anyone watching us believe that he was a gentleman and not a monster. 

And then he slapped my pussy hard and my eyes fell open, wide with shock to see him sitting beside me with a menacing grin on his handsome face. 

"Hello, Amelia. Ready to play a little game?" He whispered, his eyes filled with malicious intent and I started to panic, my eyes looking around the room frantically for something I could use to protect myself from him. 

My eyes landed on the glass cup on the bedside table and I wondered how much time I would get to flee if I stabbed his throat with a glass shard but quickly killed the thought. 

Cassius would see it coming and not only because he was a vampire with strong reflexes but because of his cursed ability to hear thoughts. 

"Ah, you bloodthirsty bitch. I'm sure you would like nothing but to watch me bleed out, won't you? Now you've just turned me on with how vengeful you are" He said and true to his words, when he stood and quickly discarded his clothes, his cock stood hard and long, the angry veins on it making it look even more menacing. 

"Like what you see, Amelia?" He asked with a crooked smile and stroked his cock, pumping it with his hand. 

Cassius knew he was handsome and reveled in it. 

With a muscular build and standing at over six feet paired with ebony hair, and grey translucent eyes that turned to a hideous red when he wanted to feed or was drunk on his power, perhaps Cassius would have been attractive to me if he was not a monster. 

Pulling me to a sitting position, he ripped the dress and climbed the bed, forcing my mouth open and shoving his dick into it. 

"You like that, don't you? My little slave. Open up nice and widely." 

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he slapped my face hard as he fucked my mouth and I gagged, tears pooling in my eyes as he groaned in pleasure, throwing his head back. 

I felt him stiffen and knew he was close. 

Pulling out of my mouth, he flipped me over and forced me onto all fours. 

"What are you?" He asked and when I didn't reply, a large whip landed on my ass and made me scream in pain. 

Pulling my hair hard, he whipped me again. 

"What are you, you little bitch?" He asked again and kept flogging me so hard, I sobbed and finally answered. 

"Your slave."

"That's right. Never forget." He growled and slammed into my pussy in one thrust, groaning. 

"Look how your pussy is gripping me hard. You want this just as much as I do, don't you?" 

I couldn't stop the tears from rolling down my eyes as he wrapped both hands around my neck and began to fuck me in earnest, groaning in pleasure as he slammed into me erratically. 

"What are you?" He roared again and I knew that I didn't dare to not give an answer. 

"Your slave," I cried out.

"Ah fuck." He growled as he tensed, jerking as the orgasm hit him and he bit into my neck, drawing blood from me. 

I screamed in pain, more tears pooling from my eyes, and slumped on the bed when he pulled out of me, shaking as I sobbed into the pillow. 

I waited for him to chain me up again and leave but was surprised when he spoke. 

"Get up and head to the kitchen before I return."

This time when the door shut, I stood and rushed to the bathroom, wincing with every step I took but grateful for the opportunity to quickly wash myself of everything that had just happened. 

I didn't take my time to look in the mirror at all of the bruises on my body, there was nothing I could do about it but stayed in the shower for a long time, sighing as the hot water cascaded down my long black hair and soothed my aching bones. 

Remembering that Cassius would only find another excuse to torture me again if he came back and I wasn't out of the room, I changed into a big shirt and baggy trousers that he had left behind on the chair and headed to the kitchen.

As I walked down the hallway slowly, breathing hard because every part of my body ached and it took everything in me to not want to sit on the floor, I wondered why he wanted me to go there, especially because he had never made me work there before. 

As I entered the kitchen, Elizabeth, the head cook raised her head from what she was chopping and her smile faded as she took one look at me. 

My lips quivered as I saw the look of empathy on her face and she rushed towards me with a bottle of water and pulled me into a hug.

"Oh my, Amelia." She whispered and the tears flowed down my cheeks freely.