2 YEARS LATER
Sitting in the room that Claude had brought me to about 2 years ago, I lay waiting for the opening of the door. Claude wouldn't let me out of this room. Alois had explained that I was meant to be with him and that my parents had signed a contract at birth with his parents, stating that I was Alois's betrothed; whether I liked it or not. I didn't like it, not at all. And since I hadn't cooperated with Alois …Claude would knock Alois out by putting something in his tea and rape me. Repeatedly...and if I tried to tell Alois, Claude would threaten to kill me, so I had stayed quite. It had hurt so much the first few times. But after a while the pain gave way to numbness. Alois tried to make my stay here as pleasant as possible but I knew that he was being controlled by Claude most of the time, as he would make bitter remarks and come to my room drunk. My hand had healed up too; although there was still a scar from where Claude had cut the flap of skin off of my palm. It was an ugly scar too, but I didn't mind; I was alive and that was enough. I had strange dreams too; well one in particular. It was of a tall man in a butler's uniform. The man had black hair, amber red eyes, and these perfect lips. He was gorgeous. He would call me "my Lord" and repeat "my Lord! Cielia where are you!" with anguish in his voice. In my dream I would cringe away from his voice and run from him, as he was a stranger to me and his eyes; were un-human. I shivered as the image of his eyes came into my head, pushing it away immediately as the door opened. It was Alois, but he wasn't the Alois I knew. His eyes were dazed and bloodshot; he was drunk, very, VERY drunk. "Helllloooo, Cieeelia." He grinned, slurring and stumbling towards me. I looked at him curious as to why he was so drunk. He had never, NEVER been this drunk before. Never. "Alois? Are you ok? Why are you so drunk?" I asked, crossing my legs on my bed. Alois smiled happily, hunger in his eyes. "Welll, I tried to deny my hunger for you…but it didn't work this time." He said, reaching for me. I flinched away but he managed to grab me anyway and push me onto my back. "Alois! Stop it!" I panicked, squirming underneath him as he hovered over me. "No. I want you, Cielia. I need you. Now." He growled hungrily, shoving his hand underneath my blouse to run his fingers over the lace of my bra. I stiffened at his cold hands and tried to say something as he covered my mouth forcefully with his. "Mmph!" I managed a strangled sound and tried to push him off as his prodding tongue invaded my mouth. Alois let his hand fumble over the buttons on my blouse until he finally unbuttoned them all and slid my blouse off my shoulders as I struggled. "Shh." He slurred, pulling away from my mouth as he fumbled with the clasp of my bra. I writhed under him trying to get away, but it was a fight that I was losing I was too weak to do anything more than protest and hope that he stopped before I was raped yet again. He got my bra off and threw it to the floor, staring at my breasts hungrily before he leaned down and took one into his mouth, toying with the other one with his calloused hand. None of this gave me any pleasure; only disgust. Then he began fiddling with my skirt, pulling it off of me and my underwear along with it. Seeing all of my lady parts must have set him off because he began to fidget with his pants, his growing erection visible. He slid his pants off and then his boxers, leaving him in his silk shirt. Before I knew it he was forcing his way inside me, harder and harder. Faster, until the numbness became pain. Intense pain. I screamed as he pinned me to the bed and thrust into me, not caring that he was making me bleed all over the sheets. I cried and pleaded when he came inside me and pulled out, flipping me over. My body tensed and I cried out as he thrust into my 'back door'. It hurt more than having part of my hand sliced off. I cried and screamed until my voice was a barely audible scratchy sound, the pain welling up inside me causing my blood to stain the sheets faster. Instead of coming inside my back door he pulled me onto my knees and forced his member into my mouth; letting his pleasure jet down my throat. "How do I taste, dear Cielia?" he asked, laughing drunkenly, thrusting into my mouth a few times before pulling out and letting me collapse onto the bed; my body bleeding and broken. I choked and gaged but it wouldn't come up. I don't want this inside me! My body screamed. Curling my sore, aching body into a ball on the bed, I shook. Alois put his clothes back on and stumbled out, slamming the door. Then I heard him scream.