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Zane's POV I paused, the mirror flickering with flame, pulsing as though it had breath in it. Before me, it hung on the stone wall, it's glass carved from cursed Obsidian and demon bone and was bound and chained up in spells even I could not fathom. This was a gift I had received earlier from Kaela. To others, it might seem like treasure but at this point, it seemed more like a curse and punishment to me. It didn't reflect my image, no. It showed her, the last person I wanted to see at this moment. Ember.I saw her, shackled down like a criminal, naked, shuddering, both from cold and fear, her wrists bleeding profusely. Her eyes were open but droopy and void of emotions, her lips quivering as Lucien hovered above her like the god of doom, of rot….like he was there to destroy her. He dragged his lips from her chin, down to the little bulge of her throat like a psychopath, his elongated fangs grazing and teasing the place my mark on her neck once was. But now, the make was gone,

Ember's POV I slowly moved my body, the cold altar biting into my skin. But it didn't numb the sensations in my body no….it was the kind that slowly crept into your lungs, bones, subconscious mind…..until you can't tell the difference between hotness and coldness anymore. But still, I laid there, my wrists bruised and scraped against the raw, stony wall, my thighs still parted in humiliation, my cum still dripping, leaking from between my thighs where Zane had used me as he pleased without any penetration and left like nothing happened. He didn't even spare me any words or look back, no….he walked away as usual, like I meant nothing. But then again, his scent still lingered in my nostrils, bitter, still sickening and at the same time intoxicating. My mouth was parted slightly apart, sore. And my jaws, it ached from how hard he had gripped it. But the worst part of it all wasn't anything I was feeling now, no. It wasn't his scent or the slick between my legs, no…..it was the silen

Ember’s POVThe blood was dry by morning. Crusted in thin, flaking ridges across my palm, under my nails, and smeared like warpaint across the floor where I’d scrawled their names.Zane.Lucien.Kaela.Each one an oath. Each letter a curse.And when the cell door creaked open, and that familiar scent of leather and rot curled into the room like smoke, I didn’t look up. Didn’t blink. Didn’t tremble.Lucien’s boots stopped inches from where I crouched. His voice was honeyed venom.“I leave you alone for one night and this is what you do?” he drawled. “Bleed love letters to ghosts?”He crouched beside me, and I felt his eyes trace the names on the floor like a brand pressed into skin. When his gaze landed on Zane’s name, something twisted in him. He growled low, kicked the broken glass across the room, and grabbed my face, hard….fingers biting into my jaw until it hurt.“You’ll beg for me soon enough. Not that cursed fuck.”He yanked my palm up, smeared the blood with his thumb, then bro

Ember's POV I woke up with a start, coughing, choking on my own saliva and the gruesome taste of stale blood down my throat. It felt like a punishment which I could never get rid of…. a punishment that could never end, no matter what. My body shuddered, my hands trembling as I gripped the parchment I half shredded unknowingly in my sleep. I gulped hard, searching my cot and thankfully, the blade from earlier was tucked under there. As I moved up, my ribs ache badly from the kick I had received from Kaela earlier, my thighs still burning from Lucien's whip. And my heart….my heart clenched tightly, aching and beating vigorously in my chest, not sure if it should keep pushing forward or explode. And just as I was still twisting and grunting in pain, I heard the cell door slowly open, but I didn't bother to look up because even before I saw the face, I recognised who it was. That scent which reeked of rotten flesh drenched in rose oil …Kaela. She sashayed her hips towards me as she

Ember's POV This time around, I woke up with the soft feeling of silk on my skin. It wasn't the itchy, cold dungeon floor or the damp, rotten smell of earth mixed with blood…but real, fragrant silk, heavy and warm which had his faint scent…. Zane's. I tried moving, but the throbbing in my body kept me down. I didn't even remember being touched there, my thighs clenched, quivering as though his fingers still lingered on them. I could still feel the collar locked around my neck, still biting deep into my flesh like a leash I could never get rid of. And across my skin, there were still traces of dried blood which had escaped Zane's gaze when cleaning me up. And my cunt…it clenched and ached, but not with pain. Finally, I opened my eyes properly as grey, inviting light filled the room through those tall windows. Zane's bed was huge, majestic. I scanned the wall, a polished, ancient looking dagger was hanging on the wall like a trophy and although he wasn't present, everything reeked