EPISODE 3

LUCA

The agonizing cries of a cowering man is the greatest bliss of a lifetime. I would say that I find it pleasurably entertaining from the depths of my soul but it has none. It’s earned me a reputation that I now love to live by. I’ve been called a lot of things and evil is one of them but not the kind that’s done to a man by his fellow man, sprung by jealousy or broken pride. No, it was the evil that came at you in retribution to the sin one commits against me or my family.  

Fenir Ramos had incurred that wrath and he was getting the bitter taste of it. His screams filled the room as I dug my blade into his flesh and twisting it. A bit of blood splatter on my face and trail down. I lick the solid, metallic taste of it as it trailed down my lips. When I look up at him again, his eyes were saucing with immense fear.

Ah, that was it. The look on his face, mixed with an unadulterated sliver of hate, was so pleasing to behold and I can’t help the sinister smirk that plays on my lips.

I pull out my dagger, my hand hanging mid-air, and another series of strained cries filled the room. I’m diving my blade back down when his screams finally turns into pleas. The second stage of my pleasure from a cowering man. I pause momentarily as I watched him.

“I-I swear, it wasn’t me… the-they came at me so fast…have mercy. I beg of you!” 

His pleas does nothing to quell my raging soul. I plunged the dagger into his thigh again, driving him to a deeper agony. A rain of torrent cries filled every corner of the room.

“Wrong answer, Fen,” I pull the dagger out and blood drips down from both his leg and my blade. His snot ran free from his nose. “Let’s try again, shall we?”

He nods frantically, the pain drive him delirious. His body is bound to the iron chair at the center of the room, and I’m perched on another in front of him. He was like a little kitten trapped in a cellar; nowhere to run now.

“So…” I start off again, twirling my dagger between my fingers. “Where is it?” I question, my voice drips with menace.

Fenir tries to blink away the tears rolling down his face but it’s futile, his head is shaking over the fear overwhelming him. “It’ll be your fingers next, then your toes and then your ears…. You know the drill, don’t you so you better start talking, boy or I’ll make you experience so much pain you would wish you were dead.”

“I don’t… I was ambushed and it was taken off me, sir. Please…”

I let out a deep sigh, my head palms my hand over my knee and I ruffle my hair in an attempt to not do anything rash, yet but I’m immediately breaking that restraint when I plunge the dagger into the back of his hand, tied to the chair and his grunts were just as treacherously pleasing.

“Wrong again. Do tell me, who was it that ambushed you?”

He breathes heavily, his body already drenched in sweat and blood, it clings to his body like a second skin. “I-I don’t know boss, I swear to you. It wasn’t me… I would never betray you… please…”

“So you don’t know where it is and you couldn’t identify your attackers… what else will you come up with next, Fen?”

“I would never steal from you, boss. Please… I have a wife—”

A smile stretches my face, “Of course, in times like these, they play the classic excuse,” I drag his bound form by the collar of his shirt, his pupils dilates with fear and pain. “Does it look like I give a fuck if you’re Solomon?”

His lips trembled and more tears streamed down his face and I push him back into the seat, getting off mine, I circle it and stand behind him. My hands rest onto his shoulder and he bristles. I bend and speak into his ears. “Fen,” I call in a low tone, he sniffles before he responds. “Do you know how much a kilo of coke cost?”

His breath hitches, “You do know then,” his nod is almost imperceptible. “How much money do you think you’ve thrown away?”

He nods again and this time I pat his both shoulders, giving him a small shake, standing upright, I come around him and tell him. “You know what I want now, Fen?”

Sniveling, he shakes his head in a slow, cautious manner and I break out a chuckle. “I want you to grit your teeth real hard because it’s going to be mind- blowing pain from here on.”

His dirt, blood stained face ashen just as his brain stimulated my words and I place my hand over the blade stuck in the back of his hand. He grunts heavily when I pull it out and more tears spilled down his face. His eyes begged but all sinners must face the consequences of their sins. I wasn’t going to kill him though, I read the truth in his eyes when he begged for my mercy. He wasn’t lying but he won’t be leaving this room unshattered either.

“Count to ten.”

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It’s past eight pm by the time I make it back home and I’ve had nothing more from the day than dealing with incompetent men. I’m regarded by two of my guards standing beside the wooden double as I step onto the patio, one of them hurried to push it open and it closed with a light click and I make a beeline up the staircase, my body moves on automation and I find myself jeering past my bedroom and into hers. 

I had called Esme the minutes we left the orphanage and instructed her to prepare the room adjacent to mine.

I didn’t know why my body carried me to hers, I was tired and needed to wash the stains off my skin. She might as well be asleep. But I find her awake when I step in  

The room is dark and the only light spilling across comes the moon’s glow and the standing lamp beside the nightstand. It accentuates the dull colours of the walls. I see her standing across the room at edge of the bed and my throat clogs at the sight of her, bathed in the spray of moonlight.

Soft cotton night dress falls loose on her body, the dress looks a bit old-fashioned and cuts on a low V-neck that reveals a sneak of her mounds on her chest. Her light blonde hair is shimmering in the moonlight and hangs over her left shoulder, held loose with a fluffy pink hairband. Her almond shaped Blue-grey eyes grew wide the moment our eyes meet and I stepped out of the shadow, into the luminous light of the night.

I ample towards her and her feet carries her backwards until she’s backed up against the nightstand. She looked over her shoulder and then up at me as I cage her in, my tall frame towering over her petite figure. One hand plants itself onto her body and even through the soft sheer material of the dress I could feel the softness of her skin. Soft and tender and smooth, like a flower’s petal.

“Why are you awake?” My voice comes out rougher than I had intended it to be. She squirms at the tone and lowers her head, turning her gaze away from my view.

“I-I c-couldn’t fall asleep.” Her voice is quiet and silky but they held a fraction of fear. She was trying to conceal how scared she was but I could still see it, feel it from the tremble of her body against my touch and the light quavering of her voice when she responded to my question.

I don’t stop touching her though, somehow the feeling of her skin, even though covered, was stimulating in a soothing kind of way that I immediately found addicting but I noticed the nightdress that she wore wasn’t hers. She didn’t have such old piece of outfit. In fact, she didn’t have any other piece of item with her at all safe for what she had been wearing today.

“Where did you get this?” I ask, relinquishing in the feel of her skin, the feeling was bliss, it made my cock stir in my pants and I wanted nothing more than to rip this garment off her body and bend her over and fuck her so hard and deep till she’s screaming my goddamn name.

I wanted to have her with every fiber of my being but I had to make her want me. I was a monster but I wasn’t going to force an innocent girl to take my cock to the hilt. I needed her willing and begging. Driving my nasty thoughts away as I try to focus on the present, pulling her closer to me. It does nothing to stop her trembling though.

“Esme… gave it to me. I-I didn’t have anything else t-to change into.” She responds slowly but with a stutter and I make a mental note to get her some new piece of clothing. Since she was mine now, she was also going to look the part. Even though the nightgown was old-fashioned, she still looked good in it but it still had to go. I was going to thank Esme for her thoughtfulness but she was never going to wear such an ugly piece of item ever again. I nod at her response and proceeded to asking her the question that has been hanging in the air since I took her.

“Do you know who I am?”

She shakes her head without looking at me. “Do you know why you’re here?”

She hesitates before she nods, “B-Because my housemaster s-sold me off.” She says softly and I almost smile at her quiet answer. She sounded as though she wanted to cry but was fighting it deeply. She still didn’t look up at me though, I catch her chin with my index and pinned it with my thumb and turned her head up, forcing her to look at me.

“Yes but do you know why, exactly?”

Another slow shake of her head follows after and she traps her bottom lips between her porcelain teeth, I know ‘cause I caught a glimpse as her mouth pries open. My gaze followed the movement and I found myself getting entranced by those said lips; full and a rosy-peach shade. 

I wanted to capture those plush lips with mine and fuck it with my tongue and drain all the oxygen from them till the only air she’s breathing is mine but I push those thoughts away instead and regain claim on her entrapping blue-grey eyes; the very eyes that had entrapped me the moment I saw her and all I wanted was to make her mine.

So I tell her, her purpose because she was mine now after all. “You’re here to serve me.”

I watch her to gauge her reaction and I see her swallow, her throat bobbing as she tries to tamper down her fears.

“Y-You mean… t-to cook and c-clean for you…”

Gods, she was so innocent, so… and her voice, goddamn her voice was a fucking siren. It did things to me, made the other being in my pants stir harder and I wanted to fuck her so badly but I don’t tell her that.

I let out a chuckle, “No, not that. You’re not going to do a darn thing like that. I have enough staff to do all the housework.”

“T-Then what—”

“You’re going to serve me with your body.” I tell her and I hear the hitch in her breath as her body freeze, she stops trembling and all the warmth in her body dies off.

“I—” She starts, dragging the words out of her mouth. “You—you w-want me to… s-sleep with you?” She says it like it’s the most honorable thing but in truth, it’s not. There was nothing honorable or sweet about the things I want to do to her, to her precious little body. There was only ever sinful things, deliciously dirty things that’ll not only leave her wanting but begging for more. 

“No, I want you to ride my cock, Eliana. I want to fuck you, hard. I want you,” I pause. “To be my good little girl.” I tell her because that’s how she made me fucking feel.

The moment goes by as she doesn’t respond but her lips start to tremble and I bring my palm to her face, it’s so small and tender in my hand that I feel I’ll crush her with the slightest squeeze. It doesn’t stop me from tracing my thumb over her bottom lips. Her lip are so soft and plush against my rough pad that it stirs up my growing desire. The urge to kiss her, to devour her starts to overwhelm me.

“You’re scared.” Her head bounces speedily, incessantly and she doesn’t say the words but I hear the silent ‘yes’ that hangs on her tongue when her head bobs. She was like a little bird in my hand. My little bird. And she was afraid, she didn’t have to be. And that’s what I tell her.

“Don’t be,” but even I know that wouldn’t be enough to quell her fears. She’s an innocent girl that was handed to the fucking beast of the wild, thrust completely unarmed and unprepared into a new world. A darker place filled with danger and monsters. But she didn’t have to be scared of anything or anyone.

She didn’t have to be scared of me. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Do you want to leave?” I throw the words at her when she doesn’t respond to me and her eyes grows wide and they’re filled with a different type of dread as I look into them. It’s not one that came with her being in the same space with me.

“N-No! No. I’ll— I’ll stay… I-I want to s-stay here.” Her outburst surprises me and it made me wonder what would make her so afraid that she’d rather stay in the lion’s den than go back.

It made me grit my teeth as that fuckers face pops into my head, “Are you sure?” But I couldn’t help the feeling of bliss that stirs in my chest. Why the fuck was I feeling this way because she’d said she wanted to stay with me instead. She was already mine from the onset, leaving was never an option to begin with.

I watched her head bob and she says in a low ton. “Yes.”

“Then you’re accepting your place as mine?”

She’s hesitant in her reply and when she bites into her lower lip, I see the cogs turning in her head. She’s considering her answer, picking her words carefully.

Her lips part on a response and she spills the words that completely seals her fate. “Yes.”