My Life's Story

Chapter 29 - Torture

****Lucifer****

I was standing on the balcony outside my study, watching the forest that surrounded the property. Though, it was just an ordinary wood, the darkness of the trees made it look enchanted. It was almost as if shadows plagued their depths. I remembered in ancient times, the tales of tree spirits infesting certain forests and stealing children from their beds. It was all preposterous of course; the tree spirits were a peaceful folk and kept mostly to themselves.

Something wasn't right, I could feel it. I had made multiple attempts to call Evie on the phone, but the land line was down, and Lucian's cell was shut off. I should have listened to her and stayed. Now I was acting like a dim-witted old man worried about their daughter. I tried to bury myself in my work, needing something to preoccupy my mind, but I was too preoccupied from worrying about Evie to get any actual work done.

A servant ran into my study without knocking. I turned quickly, wings slightly open, not just to intimidate, but to be ready to fight if the need arose. The servant was a young girl, no more than twelve. Her hair was blonde, strait, and down to her waist. Her blue-gray eyes were wide in alarm. Her breath heaved in and out quickly, as if she had been running.

"S-sorry….Master…. Master….Lucian….needs….."She couldn't seem to catch her breath.

"Slow down child, what is it," I said kindly. I may have a reputation, but if one is mean to their staff, then they won't want to work for you, and I don't keep slaves.

"Lucian…needs….talk….important," the child huffed. It seemed as if she were having an anxiety attack.

I pushed the poor girl out of the way as gently as I could in my haste. I ran to the entrance room where Lucian stood in the center. His dark eyes were rimmed with tears. His dark brown hair was in disarray. A long tear in his shirt was soaked in blood. He had been hurt, but it was already healed. His back was hunched as his grief over powered his stance. I rushed over to him, embracing him like a father would their child.

I should have listened to Evie.

"Tell me what happened," I said softly. Inside, I was trembling with fear.

He did. Not a tiny miniscule detail was left out. As he told his story, my gut wretched, not only did I share his pain, but my own guilt gnawed at me. It was my fault that Evie was taken. She knew something was going to happen. I should have known better, in all my years of being, a woman's intuition, no matter how improbable, is always correct.

I escorted Lucian to his room and made him rest. There was nothing we could do until we found out where Seth had taken her. His fight with Blake left him drained of his inhuman power. His loss of Evie left him drained of his emotion. Once he recovered from his initial shock, even I wouldn't try to get in his way of killing Seth.

When I was assured that Lucian wouldn't get up to help the search, I retreated into my study to drown in a bottle of scotch. It wouldn't have done me much good anyhow, it's not like I could get well enough drunk to forget my problems if not for a moment.

****Evie****

Once again, I woke up in a dungeon, my arms shackled to the wall. It was your typical, leaky dungeon that you see in movies with the rock walls and chains attached to the ceiling and every other surface they could think of. It was also complete with a skeleton locked in chains, hands still too big to slip through the cuffs. I think it was put there for a scare tactic because the bones were just too clean and their pigment too bright to be real.

"Hello, Evie," Seth's voice spoke.

My first thought wasn't wondering what Seth had planned. It wasn't afraid of how he was going to hurt me. It wasn't even, "Oh crap." My first thought upon hearing Seth's voice was of Lucian. I hated not knowing if he was alright. It put worry lines on my face and I was way too young for those. Maybe I did care about him after all.

"No need to worry, dear. Since Blake hasn't returned by now, I imagine your precious Lucian is still alive. Though in what condition, I'm not sure," he taunted, stepping closer.

His gold-brown hair was tied back in a low ponytail. His sapphire-red eyes held a certain smugness. This was the boastful look of a triumphant creature. I wanted to slap the smile off his face.

"I thought vampires couldn't read minds," I questioned.

"I'm not a vampire," Seth replied pompously.

"That doesn't mean you're not an asshole." This earned me a slap. My face turned to the right. My left cheek stung. "Coward," I hissed, shaking my long hair out of my face.

"How am I a coward? I thought I was an asshole. I can't be both, you know. You have to make up your mind, Evangeline."

"You are a definite coward," I retorted.

"Oh, and how is that?"

"Take this for example: you have me, a female, who is a lot weaker than you, chained up and you're slapping me around like a punching bag. I can't even defend myself and you call yourself a man. You are no man. You are a coward."

"Have it your way," he clapped his hands once, stepping back to the center of the tiny room. The shackles clicked off my wrists and I fell to the floor with a grunt as I landed on the hard stone. "Well, defend yourself," he spoke and then lunged at me.

Remembering the moves Seth taught me while posing as the old man, who probably taught him when he wasn't trying to kill Lucifer; I was able to dodge him. He lunged at me again, but changed course as I moved.

"Stupid mind reading bastard," I grumbled under my breath.

Seth pushed me to the ground, straddling my waist, "Evie, it's not nice to call people names. I can't hear your thoughts, but they're written all over your face. Of all the lessons you have learned, nobody has taken the time to teach you how to fool your opponent," he tsked.

He grabbed my chin to immobilize my head and kissed me on the lips. Pain ran through my body. It felt like one-thousand volts of electricity pumping though my veins. My body protested at first, but then succumbed to the darkness that my mind was forced into.

I woke up in a bed. It felt like a bed. It was soft and squishy and there was fabric draped over me. I couldn't tell, because I couldn't see a damn thing. This felt oddly familiar. I didn't realize I had said it out loud when a voice spoke.

"How is this familiar," Seth said from somewhere in the room.

I jumped and almost fell out of bed. In fact, I would have fallen out of the bed, if I could move. I wasn't even sure if my body responded to the jump. So in reality, my jumping was all in my head and my body didn't even move. I'm sure that if I could move, I would have fallen on the floor.

"Oh, Evie, you look so delicious, laying there all vulnerable like that," Seth spoke, his voice was as smooth as silk and getting increasingly closer to my vicinity.

Sorry buddy, not going to impress this chick, "I didn't know I was eatable," I snapped. It wasn't fair that he could see clear as day and I could only see little spots of light floating through the darkness due to my eyes playing tricks on me.

Seth slapped me hard across the face, "I don't tolerate sarcasm."

"Well I don't tolerate asshole-ism," Yes, that's a word…well it is now.

He slapped me again. My cheek was really starting to burn. "You never learn do you?"

"Can't teach an old dog new tricks," I spoke.

"Then I'll have to just kill the bitch." He kissed me again, roughly pulling my hair to tilt my head back.

I felt pain once again radiate through my body. This time, I didn't pass out. I tried to struggle, but my stupid body wouldn't listen to me. I had to be under a spell, because I could feel my limbs. If I couldn't, then I would have been paralyzed. To break the spell, I had to catch him off guard and break his concentration. There was only one way I could manage to do that. There was also one part of my body that was still moveable: my lips. I did the unthinkable out of sheer desperation: I kissed him back.

The pain that enveloped my body ceased, but Seth didn't pull away and I still couldn't move. My stupid plan had to backfire. Instead of being startled into stopping, he saw right through my plan, but was turned on. I could tell that, because when he spread himself on top of me, I knew that wasn't a banana in his pocket, though I still had hopes that it was.

His hands roamed my body, caressing my breasts, tracing my stomach, feeling my… I tried to struggle again, but my limbs wouldn't budge. I bit at him, catching his bottom lip. I chomped as hard as I could, drawing blood. Who would have guessed that angels could bleed?

He tried to pull away, but couldn't get out of my Jaws of Death without leaving his lip behind. He punched me hard in the stomach, making me lose my breath. I grunted in pain, but still managed to hold on. He tried again to no avail. I didn't think I could take another punch without blacking out from the pain. I had to be internally bleeding from his inhuman strength.

I felt a weight lift off my limbs that I didn't even know was there. Finally able to move again, I pushed him off, letting go of his lip. As fast as I could manage, I untangled myself from the sheets and headed for the door. The bastard tackled me before I could get five steps.

Stupid super human speed.

"You'll pay for that," Seth spoke deadly.

Before I could make a smart reply, he picked me up and threw me into the wall. Instead of falling to the floor, as gravity would have it, I stuck to the wall like Velcro. I was getting déjà vu all over again from the many times that Lucian threw me around like a doll.

"You think Lucian was cruel, you have seen nothing yet," he hissed.

Somehow, my shirt was torn off without him ever touching me. He was still standing by the bed and I was on the opposite side of the room. I gasped as the cold air touched the skin of my exposed torso. I hadn't realized until that moment that I wasn't wearing the clothes I had arrived in. I didn't know when they were changed, maybe after I left the dungeon.

Seth laughed, "Oh, Evie, you have much to learn." My pants were torn off in the same manor, leaving me in my undergarments. "Hmm, you look better and better with the less you wear. I'm surprised Lucian ever let you wear clothes," he purred.

An invisible force threw me onto the bed. I rolled off the second I landed and ran for the door. I had actually almost reached it, until I hit a wall, falling backwards on my ass. I didn't get it, there was nothing there before. I looked up to see the culprit, Seth was standing over me. More like towering. He was shirtless, with his silky black wings spread full span. His once sapphire eyes were filled with anger, the irises now red.

I scoffed, "You're going to have to do a lot better than that to intimidate me."

He hissed, revealing enlarged k-nines.

"That'll do it."

The hiss was like a mixture of a cat and a snake. Kind of like a savannah. It's a cross breed between an ordinary house cat and a several, which is a wild cat from Africa. When they hiss, it sounds a lot like a snake. Anyway, I thought only vampires had fangs.

I closed my eyes and tried to scoot backwards, but ran into something hard, again. Was there a wall behind me? I looked up to see Seth standing above me. It was his legs I had run into. Wow that was fast.

He picked me up by my hair and threw me back onto the bed. Before I could move, he was straddling me. He pulled a knife out of nowhere, resting the point on my throat. I tried to look defiant, but I was too scared to perfect the glare. He only laughed at my pathetic attempt.

"You have some spirit, Evie, I like that, but I will only tolerate so much insubordination." he dragged the knife down my chest, cutting my bra. It fell open, exposing my breasts. I shuddered at the feel of the knife being dragged down my stomach, then cutting the sheer fabric of my panties.

"What's the matter, Evie, liking it," Seth cooed, mistaking my chills for lust.

"Hardly," I retorted.

"The way your heart is racing, one would have thought differently."

"I take it; thinking isn't one of your strong points." I flinched as he cut the inside of my thigh with the sharp blade.

"Then I'll have to show you what is," he moved down my body, kissing my flesh as he descended. He sucked on my leg where he cut me, grinding his sharp teeth into my skin.

"I thought vampires were the only demons that need blood." I said.

"They are, but I'm not a demon, I'm a fallen angel. Though, we don't need blood either, yours just tastes so good." He licked the wound again, but its shallowness had stopped bleeding.

I wanted to puke. He started feeling around my genitalia, red irises locked onto my icy blue ones. I tried to struggle, but the damn invisible force wouldn't let me move. I tried to close my eyes, but he tapped my cheek, demanding my attention. Once my eyes were again locked with his, he didn't let them go.

I had no other options. There was only one hope to get him to stop. I couldn't believe I even thought of doing this, but hey it worked with my parents, then again, they didn't rape me. It was worth a shot. Then I could claim that I exhausted all my options and wouldn't live the rest of my short life in regret because I couldn't swallow my pride.

"Please," I whispered, "Please, stop, please." There were tears in my eyes. I should have been an actress.

Seth stopped, and now looked at me stunned. The spell that locked my eyes with his broke, freeing me from his gaze. "What's the matter, Evie, not so tough now," he brought his face close to mine, spreading his weight on top of me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

"Please…Please stop," I pleaded in a whisper. I could feel his bare legs parting mine, his erection easily felt on my nether lips. When did he remove his pants?

"Oh, Evangeline," he cooed, "You have a tough outer shell, but like a clam, you are soft on the inside." I gasped as he plunged himself inside of me. His hands continued to violate my skin as they caressed my breasts.

"Please stop," I continued to chant, like a spell.

I felt a hand cover my mouth, "Shut up, I'm not going to stop," Seth said sternly.

Tears flooded my eyes as I continuously tried to struggle, but my body wouldn't respond to command. Every ruthless plunge made me cry out in pain behind his massive hand, but he continued to violate my body in the worst possible way.

For several minutes after he had finished, I lay there on the bed. Even after he broke the binding spell, I did not move. He didn't even ask me any questions. He abused me without the possible gain of information. If he was just doing this for fun, then what was he going to do to me when he finally started asking questions? The biggest question was: when was he going to kill me?

Seth must have read the questions on my face, for he paused in the middle of his dressing and looked at me curiously. His red irises were back to their normal sapphire-red color as he regarded my still naked body.

"I've decided not to kill you. I'm going to keep you for myself. I would have kept Elizabeth, but I could tell how much Blake wanted her. To deny him of what he wanted so greatly could have possibly started another war. I couldn't afford that when I had so much involved with this one. That's alright now; you're much more fun than her."

As he bent down to kiss me, my saddened expression turned into one of hate. I spit in his face and rolled off the bed on the other side. Standing up to face my attacker, Seth only regarded me with a smile, wiping my saliva off his cheek.

"You see, Elizabeth would never have had the balls to do that."

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