This chapter yet again is MATURE, more so then the last one with this message.
It contains sexual content and darker themes that have been hinted in this story.
Again, I shall summarize at the bottom if you wish to skip or grow uncomfortable.
Enjoy
Sheets soft as satin engulfed Isabel as the demon set her down upon the large bed that he called his own. The room Cain had taken them too was unknown to her world as the lighting was far too dim and unnatural to her mere human eyes. The single fireplace along the backside of the room could not manage to light up the entire area, but somehow it managed as no other candles lined the chamber.
That same odd fire she believed was responsible for the source of heat in the room, but how could such a small flame create such a pleasurable temperature?
"Might I say that I thoroughly enjoy watching you attempt to understand my realm, Ib." Cain's crimson eyes contrasted in the low light as the glowing pools watched his Mistress's face. She lay sprawled out before him and she had clutched the thick fabric in order to bring the soft silk closer to her, allowing it to drag across her skin. The ebony fabric began to cover her exposed flesh and with it a sense of excitement filled the demon. He would get to unwrap her like a present and his fingers itched to do so.
"At last, I am in hell" Isabel's faint murmur interrupted the demon's senses and compelled him to draw closer. He slipped his hands under her slim torso in order to push her to the center of the bed so her limbs were not spilling off the sides. Once there, he positioned himself above her and brought one of his free hands to touch her cheek gently.
"Yes, as a lord of the domain, I have spirited you away for the evening as it would be most meddlesome if there were interruptions this night. Rest assured Ib, I shall return you to your rightful place as Lady Crane once we have explored the terrors that linger behind your eyes." Cain's warm breath brushed against her senses and her body shivered in a much different intensity then she was accustomed too. The response was not driven by fear, but the reaction was all the same as her body became hyper aware of the male now straddling her. The prickling on her skin was unpleasant in the way that it now craved the male's touch in impatience. Where it had once been repulsive and revolting, the touch now felt exciting and necessary.
"I ask your permission to explore your mind and soul Ib, what say you my lady?" Cain's eyes watched hers, awaiting her approval.
Isabel appeared conflicted; fighting a battle within her heart "you would ask my permission?"
The continual gentle caress of his fingertips upon her cheek was the only answer she received. Her eyes closed and she moved until her face filled the demon's large hand.
"I give you permission, Cain."
A gentle smile framed the demon's face and he shifted his weight so he could bring his free hand to his heart. "I am still your faithful servant or have you forgotten?" The hand moved away from his chest and went to cradle the other side of her face and the two in unison brushed up into her hair to curl into her soft mane. Next his face moved until their lips nearly touched and when he spoke it made their lips move in unison due to the close proximity. "However… I wish to be more."
The soft touch of his lips played against hers in a gentle kiss and in no way was it commanding. It was her acceptance and own greed that allowed the demon to further explore the inside of her mouth. Her tongue touched his and her mind purred in pleasure by how different the newly grown limb felt against hers. Before it had been sharp and controlling, but now it was soft and comforting. In a sound that resembled a moan Isabel stated the obvious "it grew back."
Cain chuckled against her lips sending rivulets of pleasure through her body "yes, I would appreciate if you did not remove it again. Whilst it grows back, speaking becomes a chore. Then again…" Cain swirled his tongue in a way that made her body arch into him "it would be a delightful challenge to be only able to speak to you in this way. A way in which only lovers speak" the demon reclaimed her lips and once more their tongues danced in passionate hunger. Small flashes of color speckled her vision behind her closed lids and the demon with casual elegance only allowed her to break contact in order to moan in her pleasure. Cain withdrew her lower lip into his mouth and bit it with a gentle brush of his teeth. Isabel gasped and glared down at him which made the demon pull inches away to smile at her.
"Eyes open now, love. You must witness this with your mind and soul." Cain removed his hands from her hair and trailed a finger down the center of her body. He started at her throat and dragged the gentle tip down to region a bit lower then her navel. The movement split the sheet in which she had covered herself and now a porcelain line of her skin was reveal in stark contrast to the ebony sheets.
"I ask your permission to witness your grand beauty Ib, what say you my lady?"
Isabel's air hitched in her throat as she gazed up at the demon watching her. She had expected him to be smug and toy with her the entire time, but his expression shocked her. Never had she witnessed the demon so gentle and humanlike. There was an emotion in his eyes that expressed a sentiment deeper then lust or need, but she could not place it or would not place. Each minute that passed as she stared at him, the space her heart had reserved for Cain began to grow.
"I give you permission Cain."
Cain then proceeded by grabbing each side of the sheet and slid the silk against her skin until none of it clung to her. Once the cover was removed the demon made an effort to undress her from the scraps of her clothing that still remained after the attack.
Tears stung at the woman's eyes as she watched the demon move her in gentle movements as to not hurt or further startle her. She had long forgotten the wounds she had received that night, but the demon had not. Each of her legs was then lifted as he slid the cloth down the length of the wounded flesh and shifted to raise the other all in order to not harm her. This gentleness was tearing the impenetrable wall she had built around her heart to pieces.
"Stop…" tears stained her cheeks and glistened against her flesh. "…please."
Cain considered her for a second and then he was lifting her from the bed to roll them so he could cradle her to him. The pillows stacked themselves behind him so they could be elevated and he curled her into his chest with a hand on her head. With slow movements he began to pet her and after a few minutes of this soothing routine he leaned forward to whisper into her ear.
"Cry love; release the pain that holds you, that controls you. Allow it to flow and accept your past so you can live the present." He then kissed the top of her head and remained there nuzzling her hair.
"I want to heal you, Ib. Allow me to help you."
Frozen, Isabel stared into the demon's chest and pressure yet again built behind her eyes. Her lids refused to blink knowing that if she did the tears would be endless. Would she return back to that crying child, quivering and shaking in the dark? Would she become that groveling soul that yearned for other's approval yet again? Or would she lose all hope and attempt to take her life, a path she had considered so many times in the past.
"Please, Isabel." Cain whispered into her ear and kissed her temple.
Tears leaked from her strained eyes and when she blinked, her eyes remained closed in order to push the tears she had suppressed from that time, from those awful times.
She felt her eyes open, but the images she saw weren't that of reality or at least not of the present. The room was much darker than it was before and it had drastically shrunk in size. The floor beneath her began to rattle and the sound of cantering horses suggested she was on the move.
"Where are you Isabel?"
She recalled the memory then, "I'm in a carriage. The men from earlier… they came back for us. They killed the rest and stole us from the orphanage…" her voice sounded within her head rather than from her lips, leaving her to feel surreal in her own memories. She felt the ragged rocking diminish in intensity and then the carriage stopped. The doors opened and light flooded the small cabin, blinding the child contained within. She brought a hand to her eyes and when they adjusted she found that she was blocking the rays of a sunset whilst standing in a courtyard.
The Sunset, I have forgotten how much I despise it... She now recalled why the large stereotypical beauty made her feel uneasy as another repressed memory slipped from her grasp. Her head turned and confirmed her suspicion.
A man in his early forties was approaching her like a predator and lechery excreted from him. He had a satchel with him and upon witnessing that familiar bag her stomach flipped.
"Who stands before you Isabel?"
The man had reached her and began to talk to her, but the man spoke no sound; however, she knew exactly what he was saying.
"Lawrence Ainsworth, my first master…" when she recalled the man's name it brought a smile to his face and one of his hands dived into his pack to retrieve a blindfold. He flourished the cloth and then began to wrap it around her eyes. Darkness yet again engulfed her and when the blinding cloth was removed, she wished it had remained.
"I was a child…" Isabel's voice cracked as her body was forcibly rocked from the man behind her. Hands reached up and rubbed her down in order to spread the awful smelling oil he had loved so much. It held two purposes; one was for her to remain flawless and smooth as Lawrence was obsessed with the soft skin of children, and the other reason was to coat regions that fought his domination. Through the tears in her eyes it was hard to make out much in the room, but there was one thing that remained perfect and solid: The moon.
The moon could be seen from a small hole in the roof of the barn Lawrence would take her too and it was a beautiful sight. From the angle she witnessed it, one could tell the moon had reached the peak of its height and that meant he would soon retire. Her eyes would remain fixated to that opening until the moon rose to fill it and he would then wrap her up in the sheet he had molested her on in order to carry her back to her locked chambers.
Nightmares would plague the few hours she was allowed to slumber and then she would be forced awake by Lawrence's awful ignorant Mistress in order to start her day tasks as a servant girl. The tasks would consist of cleaning, fetching, and bowing with perfect manners. All of which she would do whilst knowing Lawrence lurked at corner of her vision. This hell repeated for four years and it only ended because she had grown too old to interest the monster.
"Lawrence Ainsworth will suffer an unending purgatory of agony, Isabel. I swear it."
She found herself quivering and sobbing with pain as air became difficult to breath from the constriction in her chest. When she found herself clenching the material of Cain's shirt, relief flooded her. She had returned to the present, leaving those morbid memories to dwell in the darkest part of her mind and it was then that she brought her head up to express how thankful she was to the demon only to find it was not Cain she clung to, but that of Mordecai.
"Forget about me already, did'ja?" A slow sadistic smile spread on his face as firm arms locked around her. "Now say my name like a good girl or shall we see how far the cut runs this time?"
That same pain that had centered at her chest now exploded in burning heat as the man ran a hunter's knife down her body, creating a bloody trail in its wake. She began to scream, but the man covered her mouth to silence her.
"Who now stands before you, Isabel?"
"Mordecai, he was my second master. I can... still hear his voice." Isabel's voice sounded less like an echo and more physically vocal. She looked around then, confused that she now stood in infinite darkness. The weightlessness she felt in the empty space was comforting and she was content on staying there forever if fate would permit it. As if on que, the room began to lighten and the relaxing sensation turned out to be her ever faithful servant carrying her down a flight of stairs. He stared down at her with an unreadable expression.
"You can still hear him because he is here and I am currently taking you to him. I wish for you to witness firsthand the power you have obtained and now hold because you have experienced torment that should have driven you mad, but yet here you are Ib." Cain's voice wrapped around her like the thickest blanket in the dead of winter and she gazed up into his glowing red eyes.
"You saw it…"
"No, dear one... I felt it" the demon paused to open the door now in front of them "and now so shall he."
Inside revealed what could be best described as a torture chamber. Tools stained from their previous victims hung from the walls and large intricate instruments littered the perimeter. Remains still clung to some of the machines, but they ceased to hold Isabel's attention once she noticed the man chained to the back wall.
His neck held his head limp as blood trickled from his wrists and ankles, showing he had struggled in the restraints.
"What say you, my lady?"
To be continued!
This had to be broken into two parts, otherwise my brain will blow up. -
Steam is yet to come. I found it is very difficult to write, but I enjoy the challenge.
Readers, if you can, please let me know if things are hinted too much and not revealed enough. It is meant to be foggy as I am trying to express foggy memories, but I don't want you to be lost either.
Let me know if you can. Thank you!
See you next chapter!
Summary: So in this chapter, Isabel and Cain get very intimate and through this the demon is able to surface her surpressed memories. This chapter explains Isabel's past, and why she is the way she is. There is alot of hinting and fogginess as memories from such young ages are hard to recall but they are dark regardless of how Isabel tries to forget. She held two masters: Lawrence Ainsworth and Mordecai. The first was a pedophile who bought her as a servant girl and a night sex toy. Once she had grown to the age of 15, the man sold her because she was much too old from him now. After which she was then presumably sold to Mordecai. Not much detail goes into Mordecai other then the fact that he created the scars on her body as a symbol of disobedience.