Chapter 8: His Daughter. Abused/ His Mistress, Abused.

This is a TRIGGER WARNING: There are mentions of underage rape in this chapter that some will not be comfortable with. Please read at your own discretion. Thank you!

Author's Note: Hey! Sorry for a longer wait than usual. Was unsure about putting the rating up on this but I needed to feature this to make January's life and past a little more clear. Thanks for waiting and thank you for all the lovely reviews, follows and favourites!

January woke up to a dull aching between her legs and confusion clouding her mind. Slowly, she rolled over into the empty spot next to her and a sigh escaped her lips. She opened her eyes fully now, her mind becoming alert and completely awake. It was still rather dark outside, and there was no noise from anywhere else in the mansion. Sitting up in her bed, she brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around herself.

I should have told him, she thought to herself as tears formed in her eyes, he must think so little of me now…

A small sob escaped her lips as she lowered her head onto her knees. He knew now, and she was sure that he would think her some kind of whore. She didn't even think to tell him, and even if she had, she doubted he would even believe her. Suddenly, the door opened and Sebastian came into her room with a tea tray in tow. January lifted her head and quickly wiped away the tears staining her cheeks, plastering a smile onto her face. Sebastian raised an eyebrow as he pushed the tray to her bedside. He poured a small cup of tea and handed it to her, before taking a seat on the bed beside her.

"My lady January, were you crying when I came in? Did I do something wrong?" He questioned her, but she gave him a weak smile and shook her head.

"No, Sebastian, not at all! I believe, we slept together last night…" January bit her lip and her face flushed red as she remembered the hours prior. Every moan, thrust and all of those red love bites that were littered across the lower portion of her body. Sebastian leaned forward, his finger tilting her chin upwards so they were face to face.

"Did you not enjoy yourself, my dear January?" a smirk formed as she blushed a deeper red and shook her head hastily. He chuckled at her lightly.

"I woke up, and you were gone…" She started solemnly, "I expected as much, I knew you would probably stay far away from me once you realised…" January stared him in the eye, and he said those words that she had been dreading,

"That you are not a maid, is that it?" He kept his gaze, and the tears filled her eyes once more. She nodded her head, shame and embarrassment washing over her body. Sebastian sighed, letting go of her.

"That didn't matter to me. You seem to be under the impression that I am like other men, however I can assure you that I am completely different...in every way." He smirked again, and she giggled at his remark. "But please, if I may ask, whom did you give your virginity to?" January stiffened up, and her face lost most of its colour. That first night was forever etched into her mind, creeping up on her like a familiar ghost, plaguing her at any given moment…

It had been hot that night. January laid awake in her bed, her blankets kicked to one side in an attempt to stifle the suffocating heat of the summer. Her crisp nightgown stuck to her body, each droplet of sweat acting like a glue that held the thin fabric to her 15 year old body. Slowly, she managed to drift off into an uncomfortable sleep. Her bedroom door creaked open, and unbeknownst to her, someone made their way into the room without a sound. The door closed with the whisper of a click, and the tall figure made their way sneakily around the bed and over to January. The pale moonlight cascaded over his figure, and as January opened her eyes, Cassius leaned over her; his large fists swiftly grabbing her small wrists and gripping them painfully. January's eyes widened, tears already spilling and gliding freely down her cheeks. His mouth was on hers in an instant, and he shifted his whole body so that he was on top of her.

January felt her heart pound in her chest, so hard she could feel it throughout her body, and she silently prayed that if there was a God, any God, they would stop her heart from beating and let her die right now. Her heart continued to hammer in her chest as Cassius hoisted up her nightgown, both of her tiny wrists now held tightly in his right fist. She let out a sob as she felt his fingers tracing the inside of her thighs, and soon his fingers had travelled further and she felt sick as he touched her, her head reeling and the voice in her head begging, pleading with some higher power to end her, to finish her life right there, to stop her heart from beating in her chest. Slowly, Cassius released her wrists and his right hand came up to cover her mouth. He pushed her nightgown further up her body and within seconds his face was above hers, and before she could even let out a cry, he had penetrated her and pain shot through her body like she had been shot. January laid there lifeless, tears still making their way down her plump cheeks and her mouth was agape under her brother's large hand.

Please, let me die, I just want to die, I can't take this-

Cassius thrust into her once more and she felt a hot liquid flood her insides. January went numb, and the only thing she felt as Cassius removed himself was the hot, sticky fluid that seeped out of her and down her thighs. He didn't even look down at her as he got up from the bed. He crept out of the room just as quietly as he had entered, and it was over.

January stayed in that same position for what seemed like eternity, her bed sheets now sticky and sweat drenching her body. That pain ached in her abdomen and between her legs, and she was certain that her heart was a shattered mess in her rib cage. There were no more tears, no more sobs, just silence and the piercing light that the moon cast through the window.

It was that night that January's happiness had been stolen from her.

Sebastian's eyes widened as January's sobbing body heaved against his chest, the reality of her past hit him like a ton of bricks and all he could do in response was hold her as she cried. January had never breathed a word of her past to anyone, not even as the abuse continued, and even though it sent her into a frenzy to speak it out loud, she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Sebastian stroked her hair, twirling a strand of the dark brown mass around his finger.

"I gave up everything after that… I was a talented musician, a singer. I was just about to move up a grade in my piano lessons." January pulled away from him, wiping her face with the sleeve of her nightgown. Her eyes were irritated and itchy from all the crying, so she simply stared out at the huge moon that had been with her that very night. "I stopped the very next morning. I shut myself away. I felt disgusting, like I had been tainted by the devil himself." Sebastian handed her another cup of tea, and lovingly rubbed her back as she took a sip.

"I am so sorry, my lady January. I had no idea… that bastard." A low growl left Sebastian's lips as he recalled the incident between January and Cassius just days before. He felt no shock, though, sons got away with nearly anything if they had a father who was desperate enough...which January did. January offered him a meek smile.

"Sebastian, please just call me January. I care not for my title. If anyone found out, I would be cast out onto the streets anyway." Sebastian nodded once, acknowledging the sad reality that January could have faced. "I hide in my bedroom, that way I can feel like a whole person. I can read books I enjoy and I don't have to see the treacherous looks he gives me when we gather as a family...it's like he's insatiable." She spat, her pretty features contorting to show obvious hatred, "And he'll still get the company and the house, and he'll get away with it for his whole life as I'll be cast off as another helpless bride." January stood up, running her hands through her hair. Sebastian followed suit, and before he could react she pulled him into a hug. January leaned into him, her lips lingering by his ear.

"I'm so sorry you found yourself chasing after me. I can understand if you never wish to speak with me again." She pulled away and gazed into his eyes, waiting for him to agree and cast her away. He simply smirked at her, and her brows furrowed.

"Ah, but you see, my dear...I am not human." Her confusion faltered, and a wicked grin spread across the demon's face, "I am what they call, a demon. I marked you last night, and now you are bound to me." Surprisingly, she didn't pull away from him. January simply smirked up at him, curiosity dancing in those green eyes.

"Just like in the books," She stated deviously, studying his crimson eyes. "That explains it. Your eyes, they're mesmerising. I knew there was something… otherworldly about you."

Sebastian chuckled, her reaction was one he had not encountered before. January's brows furrowed again, and she brought a finger up to her chin in thought.

"Marked? Bound? What do you mean by this, demon?" She asked sternly, as if she was only now realising the seriousness of their situation. Sebastian grinned again, and leaned into her.

"Marked, meaning that if any other demon should approach you, they will smell my scent and stay away from you. Bound meaning that you are now what is considered to be my mate. A wife of sorts, if you will." Sebastian offered her a smug smile, and her eyes widened.

Bound to a demon...what could possibly go wrong?