This chapter is rated for sexual scenes, blood, rape, etc. Reader discretion is advised.

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Esther awoke slowly. She yawned, stretched, and rubbed the sleepiness out of her foggy eyes.

Her arms seemed to be weighed down by something, and it was heavy. She looked down, confusion mixed in with a slight panic. Two metal cuffs, one on each wrist, secured her to chains, linked to the wall. Her ankles, too, were trapped in the same way. Not only that, the cuffs were too tight, and bit into her sensitive flesh without mercy.

Realization crashed down on her as she again knew where she was. Trapped like an animal in a cage. Her clothes, too, had been changed. Instead of her night-dress she had been taken in, she now wore a ragged and dirty shirt and a skirt of the same filthy and stained material. The shirt was only large enough to come past her breasts, leaving her ribs and stomach exposed. It looked as if it had been a full shirt once, and that someone cut it to be so small. The skirt was short and ripped in places. It hugged her hips and stopped half-way down her thighs. She smelled the material; at least it didn't stink.

She stood shakily, still recovering from her drugged sleep, to test the length of the shackles. She didn't get very far at all. Only about 3 feet from the wall it was attached to.

She ran her hands along the chilled goose-flesh of her arms, working the warmth back in. In these skimpy and tattered clothes, she was even colder than before. The shackles jingled with every movement, seeming to laugh at her as she vainly attempted to regain her warmth.

The stone-like door creaked open, and in the door way appeared her violet eyed captor. He stalked in the room, care free, with a smile on his face. It was a smile that, from anyone close to your heart, would warm you, leaving you with a feeling that was quite pleasant. But this particular smile he wore was entirely false, leaving her with a feeling of exact unease, for behind it, she could see the menace and daftness that was this man.

"Ah, you're awake! Good morning, precious. How are you feeling?" He said as he kneeled in front of her. She looked into those violet orbs, afraid that if she looked anywhere else, he would do something to her. "You look sad, my pet. What's wrong? Don't like your new outfit?" His chilling smile grew. He placed his hand on the cold skin of her arm and rubbed it lightly. Immediately, she was filled with a strange warmth. It rushed through her like a tidal wave, instantly warming her entire body. She gasped.

"See? Good pets get rewarded for their behavior." He leaned closer to her face, his smile still growing. "But bad pets..." He stopped rubbing her arm and gripped it hard. The chill returned, only this time it brought friends. She could see her own breath as the room turned into a freezer. "Bad pets deserve punishment." He gripped her arm tighter still as an invisible wind tore through her body heat, eroding it to near nothing. Tears fell from her cerulean depths, only to be frozen on her cheeks. "And this is what will happen if you ever disobey me. Understand, my sweet?" His voice felt like icicles stabbing at her heart. She nodded vigorously.

He loosened his grip and rubbed her arm where he had gripped it, where a bruise would definitely form. The warmth instantly returned. Her body seemed to move on it's own for a moment, throwing itself at him and clinging to him desperately. He smirked and cuddled her to his chest, gently stoking her red locks. His plan was falling into place nicely. It always did.

"There's a good little pretty." She sobbed lightly against his chest. She hated him. Hated him so much. But she couldn't pull herself away from the warmth.

"You're so beautiful.." He cooed in her ear as he gently wiped away the river streaming down her face. "Don't be afraid.." He unlocked the shackles silently and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to an unknown destination.

The world outside the stone room was strange. He carried her down a hallway full of doors, each marked with a number. She could hear nothing behind those doors. The entire hall was unearthly silent.

At the end of the long hall, was a large black door. It had no number. Her captor turned the brass handle and opened it.

It was fairly dark inside. The walls were the color of onyx; the floors were dark mahogany, mostly covered by the lush, jet-black carpet. The sizable windows were covered in satin curtains, which were crimson like blood. He set Esther down on a cyclopean bed, with black, silk sheets and pillows the same crimson as the curtains.

His violet eyes seemed to shine through the darkness, letting off a soft, lavender glow around him. She couldn't tear herself away. They hypnotized her, making her want only to make him happy, enticing her to do anything he wanted.

He tore away her clothes in one swift motion, eagerly drinking in the sight. She blushed, feeling suddenly exposed, moving her hands to cover herself. He grabbed her wrists and gripped them hard. "Do not dare hide yourself from your Master. Bad pet's try to hide." She shivered, remembering the earlier demonstration.

He leaned down to taste her skin, gently nipping at the creamy flesh on her neck. He pulled up to hover just above her mouth. She wanted, needed, his lips against hers, for the soft look of them taunted her. "Tell me what I want to hear, my sweet pet." He whispered huskily, his warm breath splashing against her face.

She couldn't. It wasn't true, and yet his power over her had no mercy, and the words tried to fight their was out of her mouth.

But she had won this time, and she shook her head.

And soon regreted it.

He yanked her hair back and to the side, exposing the soft skin on her neck. He stayed only inches away from the tempting skin, giving her another chance. "Tell me you love me."

Her breath became harsh as his hand explored every curve of her body.

"No... I can't..." She fought his control. He tsked a few times. "You will learn to do what I say."

And with that, he bit down.

Hard.

She screamed as his fangs punctured her skin, biting deep. "You are mine. Mine to break, understand? I will not have you disobeying." He claimed her lips with an animalistic lust, forcing her to taste her own blood on his lips.

He undressed in a flash and readied himself, never breaking contact with her lips. When he pulled away, he whispered in her ear, "Tell me or this will hurt badly."

"I can't!" She sobbed. That menacingly chilling smile returned to his lips. "You will."

And he protruded her.

He took her innocence harshly, without the slightest bit of gentleness. And oh boy, did it hurt. Pain struck her body like a lightning strike, and for a minute, she held her breath, begging God to make it stop.

But it continued, as if a nightmare she could not shake herself awake from.

And it only got worse as he finished with her. But when it was done...

She felt...good.

It was so disgusting, and wrong, and her mind screamed to stop, but her body felt otherwise. Her eyes began to water profusely. She felt muddy, dirty, filthy.

And he laughed. He laughed at her pain, laughed at her suffering, and laughed at the so-eager way her body reacted.

"You're such a little slut." He whispered in his cruelly affectionate way. "Now tell me what I want to hear."

"I love you." She sobbed into his chest, though the words were false. It wasn't her controlling her own mind, body, voice. It terrified her that he had such a control over her.

He smiled warmly. "There, see? Was that really that hard?" He kissed her gently, sending a wave of calm through her body.

That's another thing she hated about him now. How he could so easily change how she felt. She felt filthy, violated, and horrible. But at the same time, she felt good, which made her feel even more horrible.

"I love you too, pet."

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