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After a sleep, the redhead noticed her water bowl had been refilled with fresh, clean water. Relieved, she leaned forward, awkwardly positioning herself to drink, still bound tightly by the chains. Her body ached, especially her back, though she was thankful the chain that had kept her bent in such an uncomfortable position had been removed.

Despite the relief, her muscles throbbed. She tried to stretch her back, but the chains binding her hands behind her and her feet together made it nearly impossible. Kneeling in place, she did her best to lift her arms, hoping to ease some of the soreness, but the restraints left her feeling trapped, even in this small movement.

Her isolation left her with little else to do but think. She scanned the room once more, looking for anything she might have missed, some detail that could offer her a way out, but she found nothing. It became painfully clear that her best chance for survival was obedience, as much as she hated the thought.

Her mind wandered back to Lucian’s touch. She recalled how his rough hands had felt against her soft skin, the way he handled her with such control. There was something undeniably masculine about the way he touched her, and despite herself, she felt her body respond. A faint, unwanted moisture gathered between her legs, and she quickly tried to push the thoughts from her mind, forcing herself to focus on anything else.

But with no light to mark the passage of time, her sleep became increasingly fragmented. Each time she closed her eyes, it felt as though minutes or hours might have passed, leaving her disoriented and even more disconnected from reality.

From Lucian’s perspective, it had been a little over 24 hours since he had last entered the room and filled her water bowl. It was morning now, and he decided to check on his slave. He entered the room, the heavy door closing behind him with a soft thud. In his hands was a bowl with a small portion of steak and eggs—leftovers from his own meal. The smell filled the room, and Lucian noticed the way the redhead’s eyes immediately followed the food, her hunger evident.

She looked up at him, her body still aching from the previous days.

“Come here,” Lucian ordered, his voice sharp and commanding as he pointed to the ground in front of him.

The slave hesitated, her body stiff and sore from the restraints. She struggled to rise, her movements slow and labored. Her legs trembled as she tried to push herself upright, her arms still bound behind her, making balance nearly impossible. She wobbled unsteadily, her feet barely lifting off the ground.

Lucian watched her with growing impatience. Just as she finally managed to stand, her movements clumsy and pained, he shook his head. “That’s much too slow,” he said coldly, his voice cutting through the room.

Without another word, he turned and walked toward the door, the bowl of food still in hand. The redhead’s heart sank as she realized what was happening, but she was too late. Lucian left without giving her another chance, the door closing behind him as he exited the room, leaving her once again alone with nothing.

The moment the door slammed shut behind Lucian, rage ignited in the redhead like wildfire. "You fucking bastard! I fucking hate you!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice cracking under the intensity of her fury. She jumped to her feet as best as her restraints would allow, stomping her feet violently against the cement floor, each impact a useless attempt to vent the boiling rage inside her. Her body trembled with uncontrollable anger.

Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed onto her knees with a bone-jarring thud. Tears streamed down her face as sobs wracked her body. The overwhelming anger that had consumed her quickly turned to despair as she crumbled on the floor, her cries echoing against the cold cement. Her sobs were mixed with whispered curses as she cursed her fate and the man who had caused her so much suffering.

Nearly a full minute passed before Lucian stormed back into the room. The door flew open with a deafening bang, and his boots thundered against the floor as he charged toward her, his face a mask of fury. In his hand, he held a thin wooden cane, but it was his expression that sent a shock of fear through her. His jaw was clenched tight, his eyes dark with barely controlled rage. The calm, calculating demeanor he usually held had been shattered, replaced by something far more dangerous—raw, unfiltered aggression.

"YOU'LL LEARN NOT TO DISRESPECT ME!" he roared, his voice filled with violent anger, far more than she had ever heard from him before. Without wasting another second, he reached down and roughly grabbed a fistful of her tangled red hair, yanking her head back so hard that her neck strained painfully. She winced as his grip tightened, his hand pulling her hair as if he was trying to rip it from her scalp. His eyes blazed with cold fury as he growled into her face, the words dripping with venom.

The cane cracked down on her ass with brutal force, the sharp sound reverberating through the room. Lucian showed no mercy, unleashing a storm of strikes that came fast and hard. Each blow was delivered with an unrelenting aggression, the cane leaving welts and bruises in its wake. The redhead screamed in pain, her body convulsing with each hit, but Lucian didn’t stop. His strikes only grew harder, his anger fueling every vicious swing.

In a desperate attempt to shield herself, the redhead curled her feet up to block the blows, but Lucian immediately redirected his assault. The cane landed on the sensitive soles of her feet, each strike sending sharp, searing pain through her body. She howled in agony, her mind swimming in the overwhelming torment. Lucian ripped her feet down, grabbed the chain that connected her ankles, and stepped on it with force, pinning her in place. Immobilized and at his mercy, she could only endure as he continued his brutal punishment, the cane raining down until his arm grew tired.

Lucian’s breath came in heavy, ragged bursts as he finished, his face flushed with fury. With one final act of disdain, he roughly tossed her to the floor, letting her body bounce painfully on the cold cement. She lay there, bruised, beaten, and trembling, the fire of his rage still lingering in the air like a storm that had only just passed.

Lucian took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, his previous rage already subsiding. His calm, controlled demeanor began to return, and without another word, he turned and left the room, leaving the redhead trembling on the floor.

Her ass still stung from the cane strikes when Lucian returned again, this time carrying a plate. The eggs were cold now, the warmth and inviting smell from before long gone. She lay sulking in the middle of the room, her body sore and her spirit bruised. The door creaked open, and she instinctively rolled over, her eyes widening as she saw Lucian standing above her once more.

"Come here. Quick!" he barked, snapping his fingers and pointing to the floor in front of him. The sharpness of his command sent a shiver down her spine, and now, even more terrified of him after the beating, she jolted into action. She launched her body forward, diving at his feet in a desperate attempt to obey.

Lucian’s expression softened into a warm smile as he watched her quick, obedient response. He squatted down beside her, setting the plate aside for a moment. "That was much better, my good girl," he praised, his voice gentle and filled with approval. His tone was so soothing that, for a brief moment, it almost felt comforting. He reached out and tenderly stroked her cheek, his touch surprisingly soft and affectionate.

"You’re learning so well," he murmured, his voice dripping with approval. His fingers trailed along her skin as if she were something precious, and the warmth of his praise hung heavy in the air. Despite everything, the sweetness in his words and the tenderness in his actions could have almost been mistaken for kindness—had it not come from the same man who had so viciously punished her.

She recoiled slightly, her fear still present, but his approving gaze held her in place.

Lucian wasn’t done with her yet. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at her, a sneer curling his lips. Having more training to give. he said coldly, his voice sharp and degrading. "Kiss my shoes," he commanded, his words carrying the weight of absolute authority. It wasn’t a request—it was an order, meant to humiliate and remind her of her place.

The redhead's eyes darted up to meet his, her expression a mix of desperation and reluctance. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she knew there was no room for disobedience. Slowly, she pursed her lips and bent down, her body still aching from the punishment. With trembling hesitation, she planted a soft kiss on the leather of each of his shoes, her lips barely brushing against the surface.

Lucian chuckled softly, a cruel glint in his eyes. "That’s not enough," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I want you to act like you’re starving—because you are. The only way you’ll get another bite is by impressing me. I want to see you lick and kiss my shoes like your life depends on it." He let out a soft, mocking chuckle, knowing full well the truth behind his words. "Show me that undying desperation, like a good, obedient pet should."

She complied. The overwhelming sense of defilement washed over her as she bent further, her lips and tongue pressed against the leather of his shoes. Her body trembled, but she moved quickly, her tongue lapping across the surface of the shoe, leaving a trail of saliva as she worked. Her breaths came in short, ragged bursts, the sheer humiliation of the act twisting in her gut like a knife.

Her body bounced with each motion, her knees aching from the cement floor, but she didn’t dare slow down. Her tongue slicked over the leather repeatedly, every inch covered in her spit as she desperately worked to meet his degrading demand. The stinging pain in her ass was a constant, sharp reminder of the punishment she’d already endured, forcing her to listen to her owner without question.

Each lick, each kiss, made her feel smaller and more degraded, like a pet performing for its master, reduced to nothing more than a tool for his amusement. She worked quickly, her mind numb with the need to obey, knowing that failure would only bring more suffering.

"Good girl," Lucian purred, his voice warm and rewarding, as though her degrading display had brought him genuine satisfaction. He leaned in slightly, watching her closely with an approving smile, the condescension thinly veiled by his gentle tone. The way her tongue had eagerly slicked his shoes pleased him more than he cared to hide. "That's much better," he continued, his voice rich with praise. "This is how I want you to greet me every time

He let the moment linger, his gaze fixed on her as he set the expectation. "I want you to scurry to me as quick as you can, then beg for attention by worshipping my shoes with your tongue, just like you did today."

Lucian knelt in front of her, his strong arms pulling her body firmly into his, holding her close as if offering her a twisted sense of comfort. The warmth of his body enveloped her, his hand resting possessively on her lower back as he held her in place. She could feel his breath against her neck, the closeness of the embrace making her feel even smaller, more powerless under his control. There was a strange intimacy in the way he fed her, his hand gently guiding each piece of cold egg to her mouth, as though he were caring for something precious. She sheepishly accepted each bite, her face inches from his chest, the act making her feel like a child in his arms. She wanted to resist, but her experiences with him had taught her that his will always won over hers.

Between bites, Lucian’s hands wandered further, his touch slowly shifting from an embrace to something far more possessive. His fingers found their way to her breasts, cupping them as though they belonged to him. He played with her chest casually, his thumb flicking her nipples with an almost absentmindedness, sending involuntary shivers through her body. Sometimes he squeezed them roughly, testing her resolve, while at other moments, his touch was light and teasing. After feeding her the last piece, Lucian gently laid her back down on the cold floor, handling her as if she were a fragile doll. He stood, picked up the empty plate, and without another word, left the room, leaving her to process the mixture of forced intimacy and humiliation.