Chapter 6: From One Hell to Another

Castiel’s P.O.V

Damien leans against the doorframe, buckling his belt with that smug grin I hate. The click of the metal prongs into place feels louder than it should, like the final snap of a trap I just walked into. I stay still, my chest rising and falling too fast, my fists balled at my sides, my wrists finally free from the shackles.

The air feels too thick, and I’m sweating under his gaze even though the room is cold.

"You've proven yourself useful, Castiel," Damien said, his voice dripping with menace. "But now, you owe me a debt that must be repaid."

“What do you mean?” I ask him sharply.

“That means you owe me.” Damien says, his voice smooth and deliberate. He steps closer, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “You killed one of my men. Now, you’ll be his replacement."

I swallow hard, forcing down the bile rising in my throat. I know exactly what he means. Damien isn’t the kind of man to let things slide. Not without taking what’s owed, and not without making sure you remember the cost.

"You’ll take his place," he continues, his tone light, almost playful as if he’s giving me a choice. "You'll be at my beck and call. That’s more than just standing guard.” He stops a breath away from me, his hand travelling down my chest like he owns me already. “You’ll do everything I ask. Everything.”

My mind raced with fear and confusion as Damien continued to lay out his terms. I was to be at his beck and call, not just as a bodyguard, but also as... his new sex slave. The words sent a chill down my spine, and I struggled to understand the reality of my situation.

I stiffen, every muscle coiling like a spring ready to snap. But I don't move. There’s no point. Damien’s not just a man with power—he’s the one holding all the strings. If I mess this up, I’m not the only one who pays.

I clenched my fists, feeling the anger bubbling beneath the surface. My sister, fragile and innocent, deserved so much more than to be caught in Damien's web of circle. But I knew better than to defy him, to risk her life for my own rebellion.

"And if you think saying no is an option…" Damien’s voice drops, low and dangerous. "Let’s just say your little sister might not be as lucky next time.”

A cold shiver runs down my spine. My fists tighten until my knuckles ache. “Leave her out of this fucking hell!” I say through clenched teeth.

“Then make sure I never have a reason to involve her.” He steps back, his smile never wavering, like we just sealed a deal. "Think of it this way, Castiel—you're repaying your father’s debt. Consider it a family favor."

A family favor. The words sting like poison. My father’s mistakes have haunted me my whole life, and now they’ve dragged me straight into Damien’s hands. No amount of begging or fighting would get me out of this. I can see that now.

Damien tilts his head, studying me like he’s waiting for me to break like he wants to watch the moment the fight leaves my eyes. But I won’t give him that. Not yet.

"So, what’s it going to be?" he asks, voice soft but sharp. "Do we have an understanding?"

I close my eyes for a second, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. I don’t have a choice. Not really. If saying yes means keeping my sister safe, then I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it means giving up the last pieces of my pride.

I grit my teeth and nod. “Yeah. We have an understanding.”

The silence between us feels like it could snap in half. My throat is dry, and I force the words out before I lose my nerve. “What about my sister? What happens to her now?”

Damien leans back, lips curling into a slow, satisfied smile. He’s in no rush—he likes watching me squirm, drawing this out like a game he’s already won. His dark eyes flicker with something dangerous, something that makes my stomach churn.

“Your sister?” he repeats as if the question amuses him. “Well, Castiel, since omegas are so rare...” He lets the words hang in the air, his smile widening. “I’ll take care of both of you. As long as you behave.”

A heavyweight settles on my chest, but I force myself to keep my expression blank. If I give him any hint of how much I hate this—hate him—he’ll twist that knife deeper. I already know Damien enjoys breaking people apart piece by piece.

“But,” Damien continues, leaning closer, “if you ever—ever—go against me, if you step out of line...” He trails off, letting the threat linger before flashing that cruel grin. “Then you’ll both die. Simple as that.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I had to fight to stay standing. The air feels thin, and my hands tremble, though I clench them so hard my nails bite into my palms.

He must see the fear in my eyes because his smile only deepens. He likes this—he likes having me pinned in a corner with nowhere to go.

I suck in a breath, forcing myself to stand straighter. “I swear,” I say, the words coming out hoarse. “I’ll serve you. I’ll do whatever you want. But if anything happens to my sister...I’ll fucking kill you!”

Something cold flickers in Damien’s gaze, but then he tilts his head as if considering my words like a man making a bargain. “Good,” he murmurs, almost like praise. “I knew you’d see reason.”

Relief floods through me for a second, but it’s short-lived. Damien steps closer until he’s right in front of me, his breath warm on my skin. “But don’t think for a second I’ll let you go that easily,” he whispers. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a pet like you. You’ll be fun to break.”

His words sink deep, colder than any winter night I’ve ever known. A chill spreads through my body, making me feel numb from the inside out. Every instinct tells me to fight, to run, but I know better. There’s no escape—not for me, not for my sister. The only way out of this is through it.

Before I can say anything, Damien steps back and grabs my clothes from the floor. He tosses them at me with a flick of his wrist. “Get dressed,” he orders the lightness in his tone gone. “You’re coming with me.”

I catch the bundle in my hands, fingers stiff and clumsy. The fabric is still cold from the floor, and I can barely make myself move. My heart pounds so loud it’s all I can hear, drowning out every thought except one: ‘This is my life now.’

I had escaped one nightmare, only to find myself ensnared in an even darker one.

Damien’s eyes narrow as I hesitate. “Don’t make me ask twice,” he warns, voice low and edged with steel.

I pull on my clothes as fast as I can, the fabric scratching against my skin. My hands shake, fumbling with buttons, but I don’t dare let him see how rattled I am. If he sees weakness, he’ll latch onto it and sink his claws in deeper. I already feel him circling me, like a wolf sizing up prey.

The ache in my ribs flares as I pull my shirt over my head, and I have to bite down hard to keep from groaning. Every movement is a reminder of what Damien just did to me—his hands, his weight, the way he left me broken in more ways than I want to admit. My body feels like it’s on fire, the bruises blossoming under my skin like dark warnings.

Once I’m dressed, I look up at him, waiting for whatever comes next. Damien crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe like he has all the time in the world. “There we go,” he says, a smug smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

I bite down on my tongue to keep from saying something stupid. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about men like Damien, it’s that they feed off defiance. Push too hard, and they push back ten times worse.

My little sister. I can’t even think about her without my chest tightening. She’s the only reason I’m still standing. If this is what I have to do to keep her safe, then so be it. I’ll grit my teeth and survive this hell too.

I grab the doorknob, my fingers clenching tight enough that my knuckles go white, and twist it open. The hallway outside is quiet, too clean, too cold. The light feels sterile—like the world outside doesn’t know or doesn’t care about the things that go on behind these closed doors.

I step out, each movement sending sharp reminders of the abuse I just endured. The walls seem to close in around me, the air feeling heavier with every breath I take. ‘Out of one hell and straight into another,’ I think bitterly, dragging a hand down my face.

As we reached the end of the corridor, Damien turned to me with a wicked grin. "Welcome to your new home," he said, his voice dripping with malice. I gazed around the room, taking in the luxurious surroundings with a sense of dread. This was to be my prison, my gilded cage, where I would be forced to serve Damien's every whim.