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Freed and Forged in Fire
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2025-06-30 20:05:43She walked with light, tentative steps, her head bowed low, careful not to draw attention — not from him, not from anyone.
Castelle’s breath trembled in her throat.
Behind Kane, she followed, quiet as a ghost trailing its captor. Her mind was still reeling from the last outfit — his reaction, the burn of his gaze, the way it had engraved into her skin like fire and smeared into her depths like irrefutable shame.
She didn’t see it coming.
He stopped abruptly.
She crashed into his back.
Her heart plummeted into her stomach.
The jolt was nothing compared to the cold terror that gripped her.
“I—so... so sorry, Sir,” she stammered, stepping back like she'd touched fire. “I'm sorry, I swear, it won’t happen again—please…”
The words rushed out in broken fragments, soaked in panic.
Kane turned slowly, confusion flickering in his eyes before giving way to something darker — not anger, but realization.
Her voice shook.
Tears welled fast, hot, unrelenting.
She was trembling.
Kane stared at her — not like the beast who owned her, but like a man facing a mirror he wasn’t ready to look into.
Without a word, he reached for her wrist, guiding her gently to a nearby bench tucked beneath a storefront awning. He sat her down, crouching before her, his hands light on her knees.
“Look at me.”
She hesitated.
He waited.
Finally, she lifted her eyes — and he saw it. The terror behind them. The history.
“I won’t hit you because you bumped into me, kitten,” he said, his voice lower than usual, stripped of edge. “You don’t have to beg me for mercy over an accident.”
Her breath caught.
Kane added, “Next time… just say sorry. Once. That’s enough. You are enough.”
Her mouth parted, lips trembling.
No slap. No cruel name. No backhand.
She blinked at him, dazed.
And slowly, carefully, nodded.
Kane rose to his full height, extending a hand.
She took it.
He didn’t pull her behind him this time.
He placed her at his side.
“From now on,” he said, “you walk beside me. Never behind. You’re mine, not my shadow.”
Something in her chest cracked. Not painfully — but like a window being opened after years in darkness.
The rest of the day spun around them in strange color. Shopping bags filled with soft leather cuffs, silk collars threaded with gold, delicate leashes that made her cheeks burn and her thighs press. Satin undies she would model. Dresses that barely covered, yet made his eyes devour.
But through it all, she stayed at his side.
Still unsure if she was prey or possession…
…or something far more dangerous.
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The ride home was suffocating in silence, but the air between them crackled — a storm not yet unleashed.
Castelle sat pressed against the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Beneath the coat Kareen had draped over her shoulders was Kane’s chosen outfit: black lace and crimson straps that whispered of sin and wickedness.
She hadn’t taken it off.
Kane hadn’t let her.
“Comfortable?” His voice broke the silence — a low hum that made her pulse stutter.
She said nothing.
He chuckled, cold and dark. “You wear obedience like a second skin.”
Her gaze snapped to him. “I’m not obeying. I’m enduring.”
That earned her a slow, dangerous smile.
“Enduring is the first step to surrender.”
She looked away, jaw clenched.
They reached the estate. The gates groaned open. The moment the car stopped, Kane stepped out and came around to her door, yanking it open before the chauffeur could.
“Inside. Now.”
She hesitated.
“I won’t ask twice.”
Swallowing thickly, she stepped out. The wind kissed her bare thighs. Her cheeks flushed as she realized just how exposed she was underneath the coat.
Inside, the mansion felt colder. Darker. A mirror of the man himself.
“Upstairs,” Kane ordered, not even glancing at her. “Third room on the left.”
She climbed the stairs with shaky legs ignoring the stares from the people left in the mansion. When she entered the room, her breath caught.
Mirrors.
Floor to ceiling.
A chaise lounge in the center.
A long, low drawer chest lined the wall — buckles, cuffs, velvet ropes, and silk blindfolds glinting like trophies.
Before she could bolt, Kane entered, locking the door behind him with a click.
“Take off the coat.”
Her fingers froze on the lapels. “No.”
“Wrong answer.”
He moved toward her, eyes unblinking. “Every second you hesitate earns you a punishment.”
“Punishment?” she echoed, heart hammering.
“I don’t bluff.”
She backed up, but there was nowhere to run. The mirror behind her chilled her skin. She caught her reflection — the crimson corset, her flushed face, wide eyes.
A stranger stared back.
“You want control?” Kane asked, voice rough. “Then earn it.”
He tossed a pair of heels at her feet.
“Put them on. Walk across the room. Show me what’s mine.”
She stared at the shoes, then at him.
“No.”
His smile vanished.
“Good,” he said, unexpectedly. “We’ll start with resistance.”
Before she could respond, he grabbed her wrist — not hard, not gentle — and guided her to the chaise.
“Sit.”
She sat, trembling.
He stood before her, gaze burning into her soul.
“You think this is about sex?” he asked quietly. “It’s about power.”
He crouched, lifting her foot. Slid the heel on slowly, deliberately. His fingers lingered, tracing her ankle like it was a weapon.
“One day,” he murmured, “you’ll beg for these moments.”
She looked away, but her skin betrayed her — flushed, heated, longing despite the war raging inside.
“I hate you,” she whispered.
“No, you don’t,” he said simply. “You fear me. And you’re starting to wonder if fear feels good.”
Silence.
Explosive.
She opened her mouth to protest, to scream—but nothing came out.
He stood.
“Tomorrow,” he said, brushing a knuckle down her cheek, “we start your training.”
And then he left her there — caged in silk, drowned in mirrors, haunted by the terrifying truth:
Some cages don’t hold you in.
They keep the world out.
And sometimes... they feel like home.
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A year passed.And for once, it was a year without blood.The mansion that had once been a monument to pain now breathed peace.The halls no longer echoed with gunfire or fear — only the gentle chaos of family, laughter, and love.Kaira and Kassia were walking now — twin whirlwinds of mischief and giggles, forever chasing after their brother Cael, who had somehow learned to run before he could even talk.Their laughter filled every corner of the mansion like sunlight.Castelle had insisted on planting white roses in the courtyard — “for peace,” she said. Kane had rolled his eyes but secretly ordered more, until the entire southern garden bloomed in pale petals.Lyra had given birth months earlier to a healthy baby boy and named him Lucian She’d cried when she held him the first time, whispering through her tears, “I don’t deserve him.”Lucien had silenced her with a kiss and said, “You deserve everything.”Matteo and Mason had become the mansion’s unofficial comedians, always bicker
Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation Dawn Of The Salvatores
The rain came softly that morning, steady and unbroken, as though the sky itself mourned.Everyone stood beneath black umbrellas in the courtyard, faces solemn as the coffins were lowered into the earth. The names etched into the plaques belonged to those who had fallen during Delilah’s last assault — men who had given their lives to defend the Abyss Mansion.Kane stood front and center, his expression carved from stone. Castelle, her rounded belly visible even beneath her dark dress, clutched his arm. When the priest spoke the final words, she lowered her head and whispered a silent prayer, lips trembling.Lucien stood a few feet away, one hand resting protectively on Lyra’s back. Matteo had an arm around Mason, whose face was pale but alive — his laughter, his energy, his fire all dimmed, but his heart still beating.When the last shovel of dirt hit the coffins, the rain eased. No words were said. The family turned away quietly — mourning not just those they buried, but everything t
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The sky wept first.A steady, unrelenting rain fell over the courtyard as the black flags of the Salvatore crest fluttered half-mast against the gray dawn. The air was heavy with silence — the kind that pressed on the chest and refused to lift.Rows of coffins lined the courtyard, draped in the family’s sigil: a silver vine intertwined with a burning crown. The scent of wet soil mixed with the faint tang of gunpowder still lingering from the war that had razed the mansion only days before.Kane stood at the front, dressed in black from neck to boots. His expression was unreadable — calm, composed, but the vein at his temple pulsed steadily. Castelle was beside him, her rounded belly visible beneath her black coat, her hand gripping his tightly.Lucien and Matteo stood a few feet behind, both in silent mourning. Rem’s face was hidden under his umbrella, his jaw tight, eyes red but unblinking.The priest’s voice echoed through the rain. “They stood in the shadow of death… and did not f
Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation Ashes And Honor
The sky wept first.A steady, unrelenting rain fell over the courtyard as the black flags of the Salvatore crest fluttered half-mast against the gray dawn. The air was heavy with silence — the kind that pressed on the chest and refused to lift.Rows of coffins lined the courtyard, draped in the family’s sigil: a silver vine intertwined with a burning crown. The scent of wet soil mixed with the faint tang of gunpowder still lingering from the war that had razed the mansion only days before.Kane stood at the front, dressed in black from neck to boots. His expression was unreadable — calm, composed, but the vein at his temple pulsed steadily. Castelle was beside him, her rounded belly visible beneath her black coat, her hand gripping his tightly.Lucien and Matteo stood a few feet behind, both in silent mourning. Rem’s face was hidden under his umbrella, his jaw tight, eyes red but unblinking.The priest’s voice echoed through the rain. “They stood in the shadow of death… and did not f
Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation Fire And Blood
The calm before the storm was deceptive. The mansion which was once a fortress of power and family—had fallen into a lull of false peace. Children’s laughter echoed faintly through the courtyard; Castelle sat by the window, tracing patterns on the fogged glass as rain whispered against the panes.Kane had just left for a strategy meeting with Lucien and Matteo. For the first time in months, there was quiet. Real quiet.Then it came.The alarms.A distant boom shook the earth beneath the mansion, followed by a ripple of shouts. Bullets cracked the air. Windows shattered. The smell of gunpowder invaded every corridor like a ghost of war.Kane’s office doors burst open. Rem stumbled in first, gun drawn.“Breach!” he barked. “They’re inside the south wing—militia, heavily armed. Someone coordinated this from inside!”Lucien’s hand went instantly to his weapon. “Where’s Castelle?”“In her room with Kareen,” Rem replied, voice sharp with panic.Kane’s eyes darkened. The old, dangerous calm
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The week after the courtyard gathering, the mansion carried a strange quiet — not heavy, not sad, but full.The healer stayed a few more days, moving through the halls like an unseen guardian. Every morning, she brewed her bitter teas in the kitchen while Mason teased her that she made the house smell “like old trees and forgotten dreams.”She would laugh, shake her head, and tell him, “That’s the smell of healing, little one. Don’t get too used to it — peace never stays forever.”Kane had started sleeping again.Not much — two, maybe three hours a night — but it was something. Castelle noticed the difference in his face: the sharp edges of exhaustion softening into the quiet lines of a man relearning peace.He still woke sometimes drenched in sweat, reaching for her. But now, when his hands trembled, she didn’t stop them. She simply held them still until his breathing evened.“Maybe you’re right,” he murmured one night, voice low against her skin. “Maybe we can have this. A life. Wit
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