CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE

ERETRIA’S POV

I stayed in his castle for three days. In all that while, I was his toy. He used me to recreate all his sick sex fantasies and for the first time in my entire life, I felt so powerless. I felt like I was screaming but no one could hear my voice. I felt like I was wailing but no one could see my tears.

His cold Castle felt like an ice prison. I could have managed if he didn’t use every opportunity to spread my legs apart and stick his thing into me. He wasn’t even the littlest bit gentle. I screamed and he rocked me harder, ordering me to call his name and moan for him.

On the fourth night, I knew I had to leave here. But if I was going to, I had to stop trying to fight him. I had to stop showing him I still had my will and I still had a voice, a mind of my own. I had to show him that I was his slave and he had won over me. He has successfully broken me.

That night, I was in his bed, naked. The sheets covered me but only a little. He lay on me, his head resting on my st