Monster’s plaything

VERELLE’S POV

Pain.

Pure ache…that was all I felt.

It made me wonder how much more I could take before I pass out for real.

My entire body ached, my arms were shaking so bad I could barely hold on. Every muscle’s screaming, twitching, giving out one by one with sweat’s pouring down my back, dripping off my chin, and the fucking heat licking up my legs like it’s hungry for me.

The fire beneath me snaps and crackles like it’s laughing, like it knows I’m this close to blacking out, as I dangled right above it, tears pricking down my cheeks.

I couldn't dare let go, not unless I wanna end up a pile of ashes for Roderick to sweep up.

Roderick

The name resounded in my skull and I could feel a lump forming in my throat.

A monster in human clothing

Curses that he was so handsome, so fucking damn good looking but a Goddess-forsaken devil.

All I wanted to do when he hurt, punished and fucked me without mercy at the slightest mistake was to run a dagger through his chest and watch him fall to the floor clutching for his dare life, in his own pool of blood.

But who was I kidding? He was a fucking beast, a living dead without any blood pursing through his veins or even at most, an heart. He was a blood sucking vampire!

If only we hadn’t been cast out of my pack, just because of my silver eyes and white hair.

Despite being sixteen, I couldn't shift like others my age, but I was a foreseer, one who was ready to save the pack, no matter the cost. But instead of being celebrated, I was feared, known for an ability that set me apart from the rest: the ability to foresee the future. It was that gift that had ruined me.

As the memories flooded back, I could feel the familiar sting of tears threatening to fall.

Once, I had been a carefree girl, admired by everyone. My long, silky white hair and glowing silver eyes made me a vision of beauty, a beacon of light in the darkness. And though I dismissed the praises, deep down, I swelled with pride. I was perfect—at least, that’s what everyone told me. Even at five, I had the ability to see the future, and people adored me for it.

But all that changed five years ago, on my sixteenth birthday—the day I was supposed to shift into my wolf form, the day I was meant to connect with my wolf. Instead, nothing happened.

I watched in agony as my friends shifted, even the slaves and omega’s of my age. But I couldn’t. Fear wrapped around my chest as I realized the truth: I was wolfless, a disgrace to my parents, the Gamma of the pack. That should have been the worst of it, but little did I know, it was only the beginning.

Everything was going fine until the day I had a vision about the Alpha, one where he was left maimed, unable to lead our pack, as rogues attacked and took over.

I, in my naivety, shared the vision with the Alpha, thinking it was my duty to warn him. But instead of gratitude, I was met with fury. The Alpha, in fury, summoned my parents, stripped my father of his position, and reduced us to the status of mere omegas, claiming I was an abomination who had tried to curse him.

In an instant, we were nothing more than servants, our lives reduced to that of maids.

And the next day, when the Alpha went out for a run in the woods and returned with an amputated arm.

All hell broke loose. Fingers pointed at me, as accusations were screamed right at my face.

“Witch!”

“She cursed the Alpha!”

“She’s an abomination!”

“She deserves to die!”

Everyone who had once admired me turned against me, even my best friend. And just like that, my parents and I were thrown out, casted out of the pack to live as rogues.

That was where I met Roderick.

I still remember the way his eyes burned into mine, how he sneered and said that I smelled “so nice” for his rival, for a werewolf. He wanted to keep me as his sex slave. When my parents tried to stop him, he killed them; right in front of me; in cold blood. I’ll never forget the way my world shattered in an instant, my parents’ lifeless bodies crumpling to the ground, leaving me gasping in horror.

I remember vividly the moment he threw me over his shoulder, my body limp with shock as he carried me away from my parents. My tears were unstoppable, my body writhing in his grasp, but he didn’t care. My screams fell on deaf ears.

That night, he took my innocence and from that moment on, I became his sex slave. Every attempt to resist was met with violence. He beat me within an inch of my life, breaking my spirit piece by piece.

“You’re mine, Virelle,” he would growl. “You’re my sex slave. Your body is mine to use as I please.”

For every tiny mistake, for every time I dared to look him in the eyes, he punished me, showing me just how little I mattered to him.

Right now, I was hanging over a fire, my hands bound to a pole, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear.

Five hours ago, he’d summoned me to his room, and just as he was about to have his way with me, he received a call. He left without a word, leaving me to wait. And after all this time, with no sign of his return, I had dared to step outside.

That’s when he found me and punished me with this.

“Reflect on what you’ve done, Virelle dear,” he’d said with a chilling smile before walking out of the room.

Psycho!

A blood-sucking monster.

I hate him. I despise him more than I could ever put into words. Not because he’s a vampire and I’m a werewolf, but because of the monster he is. The evil that resides in his soul.

The door flew open and I watched the monster walk in. Swallowing hard I forced myself to clear off all thought off my head, cause the damn monster could read my mind.

“Have you reflected on what you did wrong Virelle dear?” He asked through one of his sly Goddess-forsaken grin.

I rolled my eyes, pulling my gaze away from him, not giving him any response. I knew what I was asking for, but I didn't care about anyone…i waa so sick of…

Thwack!

Thwack!

My senses blanked out as I felt lashes on my thigh and immediately fresh tears streamed down my cheeks as I screamed my lungs out.

I could only blame myself for wearing a short nightie to sleep which Roderick said had turned him on.

Thwack!

The whip landed on my neck this time and I felt my brain disconnecting from my system…as my vision blurred off.

Suddenly the beating stopped and I heard Roderick's feet retreating. Even the fire burning beneath me could not stop him from trashing at me.

“Let’s try that again Virelle dear…shall we? Have you reflected on what you did wrong?”

“Yes Master, I'm sorry to have wronged you Mas…”

Suddenly smoke engulfed my system, as I choked for air and coughed my lungs out. After a while it died down and I noticed Roderick had put out the fire beneath me.

My arms were burning and felt like they had detached away from my system soon. My thigh was aching badly too, and it was no shock the tears kept pricking down my cheeks, with sobs escaping my lips at intervals.

“Virelle dear, are you crying again?”

Quickly I nodded in the form of ‘No’, already knowing what's to come next. But a part of me hoped and prayed he would be lenient this time.

“You're sobbing Virelle dear after I told you not to cry out loud. Told you to swallow up the pain and cry silently, so you could understand what you've done. But you disobeyed” He dropped the whip on the table as he walked toward his table and pulled out a knife.

I knew Roderick well enough that he wouldn't kill me just yet but only leave scars on my body…watching me go through the agony as he inflicted them on me and that terrified the shit outta me.

“Disobedience is what I despise the most and you know Virelle dear. Now, I'm gonna teach you another lesson…a lesson you'd keep in mind” He mumbled, the grin on his face growing wider as I felt the adrenaline of fear coursing through my veins.

Suddenly he swung the knife at me. On impulse my grip loosened from the pole and I fell straight to the pile of aches remaining from the fire, hitting my body harsh against the floor as fresh agony shot through my system.

I felt like dying.

“You must be thrilled that you're free Virelle dear” I heard Roderick's voice and fear engulfed me again. I wondered what the bastard was planning this time, was he gonna punish me for dodging his knife?

“Get on your feet Virelle dear…Strip!” He howled the last words and immediately I got on my feet, ignoring the pain that threatened to kill me as I pulled my gown off, making me stand naked right in front of him.

His eyes roamed my body and the lust in his eyes only filled me with disgust.

“Go get on your fours on the bed Virelle dear and wait for your Master”

“Don't you want your Master to fuck you dear? Don't you want your Master to have an orgasm?” He asked and I almost coughed out a No. All I wanted to do was to twist his head off.

“I do Master…I'd get on my four now” I muttered and immediately walked to the bed, getting in position.

I felt his presence behind me seconds later, his hard dick pressing against my ass.

“Do you want me to fuck you Virelle dear” He asked in his usual calm and composed voice. He goddamn knew the answer to that, so I didn't give a response.

Paw!

His hands swayed across my cheeks and I lost my posture, slamming my face right into the bed as the stinging pain from the slap engulfed me.

“I asked you a question Virelle dear” He whispered against my ear, sucking on my earlobe, before shoving my head into the bed again.

“I do Master” I replied, hot tears pricking down my cheeks.

“Do you love Master's dick so much Virelle dear…do you crave his dick so much?” He asked again, his grip still tight around my neck as I wriggled to be free.

“Yes Master” I screamed out…hoping that would stop him from choking me and it did the trick.

His hands recoiled from around my neck as I felt him sit on the bed right neck to my face.

“Show me how much Virelle dear…suck your Master's dick”

Slowly, my hands engulfed his stiffened ugly looking sculpture as I sucked on it gently, moving my lips to and fro.

He let out a deep groan and suddenly his hands gripped my neck alongside my hair and he face fucked me hard, deep in the throat as I gagged for air…tears pricking down my cheeks fast.

His grunt filled the room as he slammed his dick down my throat and against his thigh repeatedly.

Suddenly, he swung my leg over his shoulder, my face going straight into being stuffed into his bed again as he pushed his dick into my dry pussy and began thrusting hard into it as if his life depended on it.

“Tell me Virelle…do you love it when your Master fuck you?” He asked through grunts.

“Yes Master” I replied immediately, not wanting to upset him anymore. I just wanted him to be done with my pussy and I just go find a nice sleep in my room.

“Then Master is gonna fuck your little pussy so much, you'd never forget him” He grunted, grabbing me by the hair and waist, bending me in a curved way as he ransacked into me.

The bed beneath us squeaked as he slapped me hard against the face, pulling my other legs on his shoulder.

His hands moved to my waist as he slammed me hard against himself repeatedly. He let out a loud grunt, swung me aside, and released right on the floor.

“How do you feel Virelle after being fucked by your Master?” He asked.

“Fulfilled”

Tsk…Tsk.

If only I could tell him how disgusted I felt.

I watch him walk toward the wardrobe before pulling out a lingerie and tossing it at me.

“Go take your bath Virelle dear and get dressed in that…You've got 15 minutes” His voice sterned on the last order.

“We don't want to keep the Master waiting, do we?” He grinned.

“Of course not” I mumbled quickly before dashing out of his room.