[Deadend]

I rolled over, overtired, in the middle of the bed huddled beneath the covers and blankets, the only part of my body that showed was the top of my head and eyes. I'll be even more creeped out if I can't see what, could, happen in my room.

I stared openly at the hard rain that was hitting the window, hoping not to see the shadow of a body perched on a branch watching me from the tree next to the building. I shuddered, thinking about seeing that blond Prince grinning at me.

I can't be in the same room as him, he scares me so much. It's beyond impossible to comprehend. I've lost track to how many times he's cut me, to how long I've been in this building. Sometimes I'm left alone when they go out to do things.

I love when Prince the Ripper is the only one away. It gives me time to hangout with Fran without having to sneak around, casting illusions of me slaving away cleaning and stuff. Since that day he saved me…he's become my light in this never ending darkness. I hate to think to what can happen if he finds out about us. What will he do to me? Or worse, what will he do to him?

The sudden loud bang that echoed through the room startled me to my knees; it was almost as if I got electrocuted. What was that? I placed a hand over my heart and blinked. It s-sounded like a gun shot. They don't use guns. Knives, a sword and illusions is what they use—so what—

"Lara-chan~!"

The muffled voice sounded through the door and I recognized the voice within an instance. Fran. He's back; I haven't seen him in days. I jumped off the bed and hurried over to push away the desk and chair that I blocked the door with. Yes, I'm that paranoid of Bel unlocking the door with one of his knives.

I groaned finally pushing the desk out of the way and quickly kicked the chair out of the way; Fran knocked again and I hastily unlocked the door a smile breaking my usually solemn expression.

"Fran~!" I whispered yelled, staring at his drenched hair.

He reached over, emotionlessly, with one hand and pulled the collar of the nightgown back up on my shoulders properly. I guess the top of the gown fell down over my shoulder when I was pushing the desk out of the way.

I went to give him a welcome home hug, but he gently pushed me away from him monotonously saying, "Bel-senpai is in his room."

I blinked. So he's back as well. Did they go together this time?

"…So?"

Fran stared me down unblinking for a one eerie minute, "He demands that you go to him. He is waiting."

I gulped; my shoulders tensing up. What could he want at this time of night? Ugh. I sighed and took a few steps to the direction of his room. I quickly felt a hand wrap around my wrist to stop me.

"Not dressed like that. Go wear your uniform."

I looked down at myself and nodded, heat rushing into my cheeks. I wasn't wearing anything too revealing, but this nightgown isn't really something suitable to see that man in. I entered my room and closed the door behind me quietly.

"Hurry. I need to escort you down to him, pronto."

I groaned, stripping off my nightgown as I walked over to where my uniform laid neatly on the floor on a blanket. All I have in my room are a bed, a desk, a chair and blankets. Nothing else is apparently needed, or maybe it's added punishment from the one who wants me.

I hastily shrugged myself into the maid's uniform, snapping the buttons into place and trying the various loose laces. I slipped on the matching heels that went with it. I stifled a yawn and left the room again, finding Fran in the same position with the same look.

"Let's go."

I nodded, following him down the corridor.

I knocked on the door twice, hard. Feigning confidence. If my knocks are weak then he'll know that I fear being in his presence. I'm not going to be weak in front of him; it's just what he wants. I know it.

"Hah~?"

I rolled my eyes at his response. You'd think that princes would have manners, but this guy has no manners whatsoever. Honestly. His excuse I'm the Prince. That's his excuse for everything.

"Bel-sama. You requested my services?" I spoke evenly.

"Come in Peasant Slave~!"

I turned the brass handle and let myself into his room. It was quite dark inside, I gulped, is he planning on jumping me in the dark? Don't jump to conclusions. I shut the door behind me quietly, in case he decides to be picky on me slamming his princely door.

"Shishi~!"

I turned towards the direction of his laughter and felt my eyes go wide in the darkness, a gasp of surprise left my lips which caused him to let out his creepy laugh again. My head screamed at me to escape.

"Like what you see~? Shishi."

I pressed my eyes closed and shook my head, trying to rid myself of the heat that was flaming my face. I yelped, eyes snapping open at the sudden slicing pain in my left cheek. A dull thud came from somewhere behind me.

"No? What do you mean no? Are you insinuating that the Prince is ugly?"

I felt my insides go cold. Shit. How could I be so senseless? Insulting him of all people? I didn't mean to say that he was ugly, because he's far from it, but this whole situation is extremely awkward.

"No, of c-course not Bel-sama."

Bel stood up from his sitting position on his bed and slowly walked up to me, the moonlight almost making his bare body glow. I kept my eyes on the top of his chest. I can't look him in the face.

My breath hitched when he came to a stop directly in front of me, bodies touching. He leaned down and licked the cut on my face, slowly. I bit down on my lower lip to keep myself in check and waited for him to step back.

"You need me?" I reminded him; hoping to make him step away.

"Shishi. Peasant, nobody needs you~," He spoke lowly next to my ear.

He has no sense of personal space. Then again I am his and his alone. …Or so he thinks.

"You requested me." Remember.

"Go make me a bath. A nice warm almost hot one, with vanilla and cinnamon bubbles."

I nodded as he stepped back to watch me. I curtsied and spoke softly, "As you wish."

I walked into his personal bathroom and started the bath for him. I've drawn him a bath before, that's nothing new, but I've never had to see him completely nude with just a towel around his waist. I almost ran out of the room earlier.

I picked up the two bottles of scented bath soap and poured some out into the tub. The bubbles quickly formed and I felt my nose crunch up as the two scents mixed and invaded my nose.

When the water reached up nearly to the top I turned the faucets off and turned to go tell him that his bath is ready for him.

I blinked in surprise, finding him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed.

"Your bath is ready."

"The Prince can see that," Bel pointed out as he stepped into the bathroom.

He pulled off his towel and I froze in shock. He slowly and confidently walked to his tub and stepped into it. He just. He just. Oh God. I'm never going to be able to burn the image of his penis from my head.

He leaned back against the tub and turned his head to face me; the grin on his face mocked me. I felt my eyes moisten with tears and I breathed out, "I shall take my leave now."

"Oh? You're not dismissed Slave. You need to wash the Prince."

I shook my head, "You're completely capable of washing yourself Bel-sama."

"Of course I am, but are you Slave?" Bel questioned, "I have no use for an incapable Slave."

I felt fear seep into my veins and I forced myself to nod, "I shall bathe you sir."

"Don't be thinking pervy thoughts of the Prince now. Lowly Peasants have no right to think of royalty that way."

I grabbed the blue loofa from the silver hook and slowly got down on my knees at his level, on the soft fur rug on the floor. Where do I even begin? His arms? Face? Chest? Back?

"The Prince likes seeing you on your knees~! Shishi~!"

I tried to keep emotion clear off my face. Who's the one thinking pervy thoughts now, hmm? He's trying to get a reaction from me. Do not comment.

I grabbed the vanilla scented body soap and poured some over the loofa; leaning over the tub to start washing the arm farthest from me. I made sure not to press so hard on his royal skin.

"The Prince wonders, do you masturbate over him?"

I withheld a groan. Why?

"No. Of course not." I answered sharply, focusing on washing his other arm.

"Who then? Who tickles the Peasant's fancy?"

I sighed, "No one."

"Shishi~. Are you lesbian? Of course not. You turned red when you saw the Prince in the flesh."

I felt my eyebrow twitch in annoyance. If this man doesn't shut up, I'm going to drown him. I could do it, you know. Push him down from the neck and choke him until water fills his lungs completely. He has no knives with him.

I ran the loofa roughly over his neck and around to start cleansing his back; he moved slightly forwards to allow me to have access. I paused, noticing various faded scars on his body. Who managed to injure this man?

"Stop."

"Huh?"

"Stop your thoughts. I know what you're thinking," He hissed sharply.

"I wasn't thinking anything."

"Shishi. You were thinking about the Prince's scars. I'll tell you that the Prince finished the cockroach off. He was too weak for him."

Cockroach? I am not going to even ask. I don't even want to know. It's none of my business.

The less I know of him the better.

I added more soap onto the loofa and started working on his chest; even his chest had scars. I slowly rubbed the loofa over his nipples and went down lower to his navel. Just how much does he expect me to wash?

"Lower."

I obeyed him and randomly swiped loofa across the bottom of his torso, holding the loofa with the tips of my fingers. I don't want to touch anything personal.

I felt him grasp my wrist and I frowned.

"Peasant don't be such a prude."

I felt the loofa get tugged out of my hand and it was tossed to the floor. I stared at his grin and my eyes widened in realization. I tried pulling my wrist out of his grasp. He wouldn't...

I hissed when his grip tightened; he can easily break my wrist if he wanted too. I felt my fingers touch something alien to me and I felt myself blush. ...He did.

He wrapped my hand around his erect penis and moved my hand up and down the length of it. Oh God. I don't want to do this. I felt my eyes narrow in disgust and kept my fingers stiff.

"Rub the head."

"What?"

"The head; the tip of my penis."

I moved my thumb over the head of the penis a few times and felt Bel release my wrist as he moved back to lean against the tub comfortably.

"Don't stop until the Prince tells you to."

I nodded mumbling, "As you wish."

I swirled my thumb around the smooth head and pumped the length of him, feeling him get harder. I stuck my other arm into the water and started using both hands, to massage him. Yes. Think of it like that. Nothing s-sexual.

"D-don't forget the balls~."

I blinked. He stuttered. Ew. It's scary to know that I have this kind of effect on him. I used my hand to find his balls and held onto them gently. What the Hell do I do with them?

"Roll them."

His raspy voice sickened me and I did as he said. I rolled them and tapped my fingers on them, all the while trying to ignore the moans that left his mouth.

I squeezed him roughly to shut him up, but instead got a loud yes of approval.

Moments later of rubbing and pumping I felt him start twitching under my hand; immediately Bel sat up straight, grabbing my arm in the process, I yelped as he pulled me into the tub.

"What was that for?" I spat out, coughing slightly from swallowing the soapy water.

"You have shit balance Peasant~!" Bel sniggered, "Oh look, you splashed water onto the Prince's rug."

"Me?" I hissed, my patience running thin, "You're the one who pulled me in."

"You filled too much water in the bath~!"

I huffed. Arguing with him will get me nowhere; I shouldn't test his patience. Surprisingly he's not violent towards me. Did he successfully accomplish what he needed to?

"Shishi~. You're still on your knees. The Prince will make use of that."

When he stood up suddenly, I jumped back, towards the other side of the tub, covering my face with my hands. Make him leave. I rather be thrown against a wall then he sexually abuse me. Just no. I'm not some cheap whore.

I felt my hands get pulled away and Bel's face appeared in front of mine, "Peasant don't try to act all innocent; the moment you dialled the hotline you lost it all. Remember Slave, you murdered two people."

I pressed my lips together to stop myself from lashing out at him; I never asked him to kill my mother's friend. He did it for himself.

"Kneel in front of the Prince."

I shook my head; gasping in pain as he clenched the back of my hair in his hand. He forcefully pulled me onto my knees and I came face to face with it.

"Open."

Someone save me. I want to be back under the covers in my room; hiding away in all my pain and misery. I don't want to be here. I don't want to do this.

The moment I felt a sharp blow to my cheek I gasped and within instances I was pushed down on him. I gagged as my intake of air was cut off. It hurts—my throat—it hurts.

My eyes widened. Is he going to choke me to death with his dick? I slapped wildly at his thighs; my vision completely blurred with tears. I can't breathe!

I could hear his cruel laughter over the pounding pressure in my head. I-I can't take much more of t-this.

I felt him pull my head back and I coughed, sucking in the much needed air; my chest heaved frantically.

Without warning he plunged back into my mouth, completely forcing himself in. He guided my mouth over his length with his grasp on my hair.

He tugged roughly on my hair hissing, "No teeth. The Prince will punish you."

No teeth? It's not like I have dentures. I widened my mouth as much as I could and felt something rub my head. It made me feel even worse.

"Good girl."

I didn't bother trying to stop the tears from leaving my eyes—it would be impossible to do so. I gagged as he pressed deep in and I felt saliva drip down onto my chin. At least I hope it's my saliva...

I heard his moans and groans over the gurgling and slapping sounds.

His hands never let go of my hair and he pressed my head down, holding me there again. "L-lick my balls~! That's r-right coat it with your saliva Bitch."

He pushed my head back and using one hand he held himself and he slapped his length against my cheek a few times before going back in.

A few moments later a salty pungent taste filled my mouth and I gagged. ...He came in my mouth.

The moment he released my hair I scrambled back, coughing and spitting out the contents from my mouth into the dirty, infected water.

"Hn. Next time swallow."

N-Next t-time?

"Get out. The Prince doesn't need you anymore."

I blinked at the sudden curt order. I shakily stood up and stepped out of the tub, ignoring the crack of my knees. That was so abrupt.

I squeaked out of his bathroom and heard his voice call out to me, "You should be honoured for touching royalty like that. Too bad for you princes won't do the same to peasants."

More tears left my eyes at that and I shook my head. Honoured, I should be honoured? Hell no. I've been violated.

I left his room and closed the door shut gently behind me, ignoring my impulse to slam the door over his laughter.

I don't ever want him to touch me like that. I'd rather die than to be used as a sex toy.

I hurriedly made my way to my room, hoping not to be seen by the other two men that live here.

Fran.

What will he think of what I did? Will he be disgusted at me?

I won't blame him. I am disgusting.

Notes:
Ah. I'm sorry I took so long to update this.
This chapter wasn't what I planned, but after it sits for so long your mind takes you other directions.
Final chapter is next.
Reviews are loved.