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I called out her name, and it worked for Kelsey; she calmed down a bit and stared at me. Although my heart is very painful, even though there are many things in my heart that I want to say, I don't understand why the next sentence I utter continues to hurt her. "You are my slave; your only duty is to obey my orders, not Luna. I order you to return and serve me!"

“Don’t be gentle. Make me your slave.” His fingers gripped my hips hard enough to hurt. The velvet steel of his cock pressed against my stomach, close, but not where I craved it. “Fuck, huntress...” he growled, nipping at my chin, breath hot against my skin. “I’ve always been your slave. You’ve never been mine.” I smiled into his mouth. “Then obey me, slave. Fuck me like you mean it.”

In obedience, I let go of the garment… Slowly… Until it falls on a heap, settling around my feet. Cold breeze hits my damp skin, tease at my lacy nightie, strokes the soft mounds of my ass. I shut my eyes, feeling a mix of betrayal and desire. My hand goes to the strap of my dress… “Stop.” He groans a command. And just like that, I obey him. My hand is shaky on my shoulder. “Open your eyes.” He demands. “I need you to see who you belong to.”

“I do not own people. People serve me. There’s a difference.” He leaned closer, eyes twinkling. “Do you remember your safe word?” The word slipped from my lips before I could think. “Red.” Vale's mouth curved, though his eyes stayed sharp. “Good. You remember. Now show Lucian how well you serve me, princess. That costume has served its purpose. Take it off.” My heart pounded. He was the only man who had ever dominated me, the only one I trusted in this twisted dance. He would never push me past what I could bear. That had always been our rhythm, his control and my surrender. But this time, something inside me locked up.

“You are starting to sound like her. Soft. Naive. I took you from the gutter. I gave you a home, power, purpose. And now you question me?” My throat burned. “I’m grateful, Alpha.” “Grateful?” His laughter was cold. “Grateful isn’t loyalty. Grateful doesn’t make you useful. I don’t need gratitude, I need obedience.” Tears burned my eyes. “I am obedient. I have done everything you asked” “Then prove it.” The air left my lungs. “Stay close to her,” he ordered. “Find out where she goes, who she speaks to, what she remembers. And when I say the mission is over, then it will be over. Do you understand?”

In waves, I’m hot and then cold and the drone of the words carries on over me, entrancing and terrifying all at the same time. “I command you, impure spirit, along with all your minions now assaulting this servant of God, by the mysteries of the incarnation, passion, resurrection, and ascension of our Lord Jesus Christ, by the descent of the Holy Spirit, by the coming of our Lord for judgment, that you surrender up to me the child of God, Jack Mueller Junior and make your departure. I command you moreover to obey me, I who am a minister of God despite my unworthiness. Dare not be emboldened to harm in any way this creature of God, or the bystanders, or any of their possessions.” The fingers

Knowing that the being in front of him is not like the holders, way more than the Maiden, and someone that is— “I your servant is bowing to your presence. What can I do for you, God?” “Well, well, well. I knew it, you are the perfect candidate for my commandment.”

And when I repeated the words after him, my voice began to resonate in the air too… It stole my breath. See here my will that is bowed to yours. I eat my pride. In your presence I am low. See here my body that is given to you. I swallow my need. To yours, I submit. See here my soul that I offer to yours, a sacrifice to The One who knit us together. To your life, I vow my last breath. In brightest skies, darkest night, or even the shadow of death, I will remain at your side. My will to serve yours.

The question crawled under my skin, digging into places I didn’t want it to reach. Because wasn’t I? No. No. I refuse to let him get into my head. I swallowed, voice cold. “This is temporary. You don’t own me.” He just smiled. “You agreed to be obedient, Julian. Are you going back on your word?” I hated how that word sent something dark and heated through me. Obedient. Like I was something to be tamed. My fingers curled at my sides. “I agreed to your terms. That doesn’t mean I’m at your beck and call.”

When I jolted awake from the nightmare, the first thing I saw was the magnified face of the psychologist. Faced with the doctor my parents had hired, I cooperated unexpectedly well. Seeing that I was awake, she softened her voice gently. "Ronnie, can you tell me why, no matter what people do to you, you never resist? Why do you even hurt yourself?" I blinked, my tone perfectly natural. "Because only obedient children don't get beaten." Those clubs… those torn clothes… those pitch-black cellars… I had already experienced enough of the price of disobedience.