Chapter 4 – No More
SPOV
My breathing came quietly as Borys held me in the bathtub, my body was limp and still; the way he liked me. His teeth were in my neck, drinking my blood slowly. Moans of ecstasy flowed from him, while feelings of disgust wracked my mind. His thick arm was around my neck as I looked up at the ceiling, imagining myself somewhere else. Sitting in a speeding convertible on a night cloaked island. Derek was driving like a madman and scaring me. We laughed the whole time, sitting around a private picnic on his birthday. The first birthday he had celebrated in centuries. How I miss the night of the Shade. The sky full of stars and the constant full moon over his domain.
Borys moaned as he retracted his teeth, sighing slowly, "You are a drug to me." I said nothing, just clasping my hand over the bite mark to apply pressure. Since Trine's execution, I was distant from Borys, barely speaking. He didn't push me to talk to him, as I was still obedient. Felix was barely alive after the cruel whipping. I went to check on him and felt the cold stab of every glare that looked at me. I couldn't protect him and so, the humans didn't trust me. Natalya cried beside her father as he was having trouble breathing. She glared at me, "Get out!" Max almost attacked her, but I stopped him, "Don't." I turned to her, "Natalya, I tried. I tried to stop this."
Felix coughed, "Nats, don't. This wasn't the queen. It was the king." Max hissed and I pushed him out, "Max, just guard the door. Please, you're sworn to silence." He nodded and left. I moved to kneel next to Felix. His bandages were soiled badly. "I am so sorry." Felix spoke in a whisper, "It was Lady Ingrid. She set this up. I wondered why she summoned me, of all people. The humans know, but some are angry. Don't lose heart, Majesty. You are the kindest of them all. You have something they have all lost; you have a heart. Don't let them take it from you." My heart was being torn apart the longer I stayed in this place, but it was still there.
Natalya kneeled next to me, crying, "Papa, don't talk. Rest, please." "Not until you apologize, young lady." Natalya laughed, then looked at me, "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I shouldn't have yelled. He's all I have." My hand rose to her cheek, "I would have yelled too. It's alright. Just take care of your father. By order of the Queen, I'll have fresh bandages sent to you." Natalya hugged me, "You're still an angel. Momma would agree." Tears streamed down my face. Trine's death was on my hands and nothing could change that, so I would help her family.
Max walked with as we walked up from the lowest level of the Oasis. The human population lived down here. They only got air from the ancient airshafts the Egyptians built into the tomb. I've ordered that a new system be installed that will pump recycled air through the entire tomb. The hieroglyphs were beautiful, but they were no comfort today. I was not in the mood to translate them. Max shadowed my every step as we walked past Level Seven, where the loud sounds of groans. Someone was being tortured; join the club. I might be the queen of this coven, but I was the most guarded prisoner here. Thoughts of Felix ad Natalya were running through my mind that I didn't realize I was still walking. Why was I taking the stairs? I don't know, I couldn't think. The stairs swirled around the glass elevator as I walked. Max didn't deter me to take the elevator; he and I had an understanding.
On Level Five, Borys found me and he wasn't happy. He charged at me like a bull, pulling my hair until my head fell backwards, "Get in here!" I was pushed into the elevator and fell to the floor. The elevator doors closed, leaving Max watching on. "Didn't I say you weren't allowed on Level Seven?" I gasped, "I wasn't! I swear."
A fist punched against my shoulder until my head hit the floor. Borys growled as he kneeled over me, "Then where were you?" I breathed slowly, "I went to see Felix." Madness shone in Borys's eyes, "After I said you were to leave that thief alone." Borys punched me again, this time opening a gash on my cheekbone. I tried to hold back from crying, "Borys, please. I'm sorry." "Sorry, huh? I will make you sorry." I was pulled off the floor and dragging into his bedchambers.
My hand stung as I caught myself on the floor. My head rung with pain as Borys slapped me again. I cried out in pain, "Please? What did I do?" "You disobeyed me!" I crawled away from Borys and surprised when he let me. I looked back at him, "Borys, I'm sorry. I won't disobey you again." I had no idea what I did but now wasn't the time to ask. He stared at me for a long time; enough time for me to stop my tears. He was going mad. This happened from time to time. Someone made Borys mad and he took it out on me. Borys breathed slowly and I jumped when he dropped to his knees. He never did this before. A hand caught my ankle and pulled me until I was under him, craning my neck back to look up at him. He was like a dark looming shadow over me, "What?" I couldn't stop shaking.
"Sofia, do you think I enjoy hearing that my wife is disobeying me outright in front of everyone?" I only shook my head, "I… I didn't realize it was a direct order. I was just," I swallowed, "I wanted the humans to see that…" I couldn't come up with the words. A healthy populace benefits the kingdom. Say that.
Borys kissed me, then licked at the gash on my cheek. He growled in my ear, "Don't let it happen again." I nodded solemnly, "Yes." Sighing, Borys's breath blew on my shoulder. He still held my ankle, bending my leg over his. I bit my lip, not moving. Borys moved, letting go of my ankle to sit on the chaise in front of me. His hands pulled through his hair, "Come here. On the floor." Another attack wasn't something I could handle, so I crawled over to him. Degrading me helped calm him down, subjecting myself to his power. Borys rested my head on his thigh, combing my hair, "You make me confused, Sofia." I kept my mouth shut on that one; when wasn't he confused?
Borys had a thing about hair. Playing with mine calmed him. "You are queen but you must obey me." He pulled me up to sit in his lap. My sore shoulder was pressed into his chest, but he didn't notice. I had to keep him talking or he might get angry again, "I know. I didn't mean to disobey you." He continued to play with my hair and his other hand fondled my breast. Tightening his hold in my hair, Borys pulled my head back to kiss me. His tongue dove into my mouth. Please, stop this. I hate to kiss you.
He moaned in my mouth as his hand clasp my breast. I gasped as I felt sharp nails on my skin, "Please, don't." "I will." Whimpers fell on deaf ears as Borys kissed me and cut into my skin. "Borys, please, if you love me, you'll stop." The kiss ended and so did the pain. He looked at me for a moment. He shook his head and pushed me back down onto the floor. This time, Borys opened his legs and held me between them, holding my head against his stomach, not before ripping the top of my dress. His pants were undone, releasing himself for my breasts to cradle his throbbing member. Borys sighed in pleasure, keeping me in this position. If I didn't think fast, this was going to lead to unpleasant sex. "Um, I was thinking, you never told me about your home. Where you're from? How did you become a vampire?" "Silence." He turned my face, brushing my lips against his skin, "Kiss me, Sofia. Help me forgive you." I licked my lips, accidently touching his skin with my tongue. Borys flinched, "That's my good girl."
Now, I was kneeling on the floor, next to Borys. He made me kneel next to him with my head down, completely naked. I kept my eyes closed, so that I wouldn't see him naked before me. I could hear him moving to stand in front of me, "You want to know about me, Sofia?" My body jumped when Borys brushed his hard-on across my face. "Do not move," he ordered. I was going to be sick soon. Borys nudged my legs open with his foot, "Put your arms around me." Tears threatened to fall as I did what he wanted. Borys held me against him, brushing my hair, "You are such a good girl, but do you deserve to know more about me?" Honestly, I didn't give a damn about Borys's past; I just needed to keep him talking. I shrieked as I was thrown over his shoulder. My naked body dangled as Borys carried me over to the bed. No, no, no. His gruff nature returned, "I don't talk about my past to anyone." Borys held me on his lap, licking at the blood from new cuts.
There was a knock at the door. "What?!" Borys roared. Clark spoke through the door, "Simon is here for the queen." Borys tightened his hold on me. I swallowed, "It's my hieroglyph lesson. Remember, I wanted to learn about the tomb, to know which pharaoh it belonged to. Something to keep me busy." Borys loosened his hold, but only a bit, "Set Simon up in the guest quarters. The Queen will continue her lessons tomorrow. She is not leaving our chambers." My stomach ached as I thought what was going to occur in the coming hours.
Borys was sleeping, his arms locked around my body. I watched as the flames danced in the fireplace. My mask was breaking and I couldn't let it. Pain radiated from my neck, same as every day I spent in this kingdom of hell. My throat closed as I tried not to cry; I was so tired of this. Ok, take a few moments to cry and get yourself composed. I've denied my own feelings for some time. I needed my time alone to cry, allow release of my grief and frustration. I hated feeling like a victim, trapped in this world of darkness.
Moving slowly to lift Borys's heavy arm, I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Precious space. The water from the shower turned on; background noise to drown out my sobs. It was building inside of me, ready to burst like a dam. The face that looked back at me in the mirror was a girl who didn't have the energy to lie and pretend. Get it together, Sofia. Simon is here and he'll have what you need from Natalie. I took a washcloth and ran warm water. There was dried blood on my skin. This was getting old; cleaning wounds and blood.
A brush of cold air touched my back. "Oh!" I looked up in the mirror to see Borys standing behind me. I slowed my breathing, "Sorry. I needed the bathroom and I wanted to clean myself up." He moved closer to me, taking a hold of my hips and kissed my hair, "Waste of blood." I sighed, feeling another erection. For God's sake, he couldn't want me again?
I was roughly pulled back against Borys's body. Nothing shocked me anymore, so when Borys gripped the back of my neck and bent me forward, I just put my hands on the sink counter and prepared for another assault. My legs were sore and tired, but he kept going. He moaned, grunted and sighed while taking me. "Say it, Sofia. Say what I want to hear." I rolled my eyes, "I will only obey and love my king." He snarled in pleasure. Whenever I said 'I love my king', I meant Derek. That one wasn't difficult for me to say, because I meant it. I loved Derek.
"Yes," he hissed. A hard hand came down on my back, "You belong only to me." Not for long. Come tomorrow, I will know when and how I'm leaving the Oasis. Grunting his completion, Borys left me alone in the bathroom, "Clean yourself up." His arm circled my waist, pulling me into him, "Remember, you promised to be obedient. Stay a good girl." I nodded slowly and he left me alone. Tears streamed down my face as my emotions broke through. My days of playing along were numbered. Thank the heavens.
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I waited in the library for Simon's arrival. The silence was calming as I thought to myself; reminiscing about walking through the market at the Shade with Derek. His island kingdom under a spell that cloaked it from the world was somewhere I wished I could see again. "Greetings, Your Majesty." A shiver ran up my spine as I heard his voice. "Lucas!" He wasn't allowed to be near me, but here he was. "How?" I froze, locked in my seat. He smiled, "I've been in here for hours, once I heard Simon had returned to continue your lessons. You are a slippery little minx. Using Borys to keep away from me was clever. I applaud you for that. It seems you are enjoying marital bliss but, slapping me was a bad move." My breathing came and went quickly as he walked toward me. I wanted to call for the guards but my voice was gone. Seeing me move, Lucas gripped the arms of my chair, keeping me in place.
A deranged look crossed Lucas's eyes as his teeth lengthened, "I've missed you so much. I am starving for you." I cried out in fear. Lucas sank his teeth in my neck, holding me tightly. I tried to fight against his hold, but every pull of my blood weakened me. My eyes were looking down long tunnels until everything was dark. No…..