Trigger warnings: Non-consent, abduction, public humiliation, death, blood and blood drinking (I mean...they're vampires), degradation, and sexual harassment (including not between MCs)

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Everything hurts.

That’s the first and only thing that runs through my mind when I wake up. Everything is foggy, and I think I might still be dreaming, but I know it’s not a very pleasant dream.

Flashes of fangs, wings, and swords. Blood spraying. Humans – dead.

I manage to drag myself awake, somehow, and I groan in pain and discomfort. My limbs are cold and stiff, and I realise why when I feel the cold stone I was sleeping on beneath me.

But when I try to move my limbs to stretch, I hear…chains.

I look down at my wrists, horrified at the thick, heavy iron shackles fastened around them. A thick chain runs between them, and yet another chain has been hooked to the cuffs, and I trail its path from my wrists to the wall, keeping me in place.

There are equally thick and heavy shackles around my ankles too, preventing me from moving much at all. I’m still dressed in what I had on during our travels, thank the gods, but it’s already matted and dirty from the floor.

Oh, gods, where the hell am I? What happened–

The attack…in the forest…

Vampires.

The reminder that I’m being held captive by vampires sends dread through my system. And…gods, Simon.

A horrified cry escapes me when I remember the way that woman slashed his throat open with the pointed end of a sword. I can’t drive the image from my mind, nor the image of King Sebastian himself looking into my eyes.

He must’ve knocked me out with magic. It’s the only thing that makes sense, especially for a vampire as powerful as he is.

I allow myself a few minutes of panicking and dread before I snap myself out of it. I look around once the panic has subsided a little, taking in my surroundings. I’ve been locked in a dungeon by the looks of it. The cell itself is small, and it’s little more than an iron box. If I could move about freely, I’m pretty sure I could touch each wall if I stretched my arms out.

There’s a big, iron door keeping me locked in here. The cell is so small that the door takes up most of the wall, and there’s a tiny window at the top, three solid bars letting guards look inside should they want to.

Other than me, a bucket, and the chains, the only thing in here is a small, incredibly thin and uncomfortable looking sleeping cot beneath me. I guess it could be worse, considering how much the vampires hate us.

In desperation, I try for several long minutes to yank the chain out of the wall, but it’s solid. I can’t even reach the hook at the top of the wall, and pulling at it until I physically can’t does nothing.

The shackles are big, bulky things, hurting my wrists and ankles whenever I so much as breathe too deeply. They’re locked with padlocks, but no matter how much I try, I can’t get loose, nor can I break the chains between my cuffs.

I sob when my escape attempts fail. How am I supposed to get out of here? What the hell do these vampires want with me? Nothing good, clearly, considering I’m in a damn dungeon.

Through my tears, I try to think logically as a way of soothing myself. If I’m here, maybe that means they want to trade me for a ransom? Maybe trade me for a truce with the human nations?

If they wanted me dead, they would’ve just killed me when we were attacked. But no, they killed everyone else – another sob escapes me when I think of Simon – and took me alive.

But what if…what if I am going to die, only in a more humiliating way? Do they want to publicly execute me? Torture and rape me, all before chopping my head off and sending that back to the queen?

Gods…I can’t even think about that horrifying image. If I’m lucky, they just want to use me as leverage, but if not…

I need to get out of here.

I’m yanked out of my thoughts when I hear metal creaking against metal. My eyes fly open, and I look at the source of the noise. But the door didn’t open. Instead, a slot at the bottom opens, and someone slides a plate of food inside.

I look up at the small window to see if I can get a look at whoever did that, but beyond a few flickers of the soft, orange light, I see no one.

I snap myself out of it when I see the food. It looks like leftovers you serve to dogs. The bowl is piled high with raw potatoes and a few strips of boiled meat.

And when I taste it, I can’t even identify what type of meat it is.

It tastes horrible, and I gag. It’s not that I expected better, or that I’m a spoiled princess who can’t eat something that doesn’t taste great, but this genuinely tastes horrific.

Still, I make sure to eat every bite. I need my strength down here, especially if I’m going to figure out how to get out of here. I have to force myself to swallow everything, barely keeping myself from gagging, but eventually, the bowl is empty.

I spend a few more minutes picking at my nails, just thinking about what’s going to happen to me and how I might stop it. It feels hopeless already, since I’m just in an iron box, chained and at the mercy of the literal King of Vampires.

Eventually, when enough time passes, I decide to just try to sleep to pass the time until someone will tell me why I’m here.

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An entire day passes and I still have no answers.

When I get fed next, I hurriedly ask the guard for some answers, but he ignores me. I can’t even reach the door thanks to the chains, but I know he heard me, given the snicker of amusement he gives me on his way out.

Bastard.

My panic and grief have barely dissipated. I still think of Simon, and how much I miss him. I should’ve just told him he’s my best friend. I owed him that much before that woman killed him.

I desperately try to think of how he was when we first met, how he was before he died. That boyish grin on his face, promising mischief yet always comforting me and keeping me safe. A true friend, one I desperately needed.

Now he’s gone. And I’m imprisoned in here.

I can barely think with how crushing this situation is. Maybe if I was simply a thrall to be fed on I’d have a way to escape, but as a princess, a daughter of the queen, there’s just no way they’re going to let me out of their sights.

My only chance is to get help from a guard, but considering they won’t even talk to me, I have no way of begging for help.

Not that I think they’d help me regardless. I’m scum to them, with no worth beyond how good my blood tastes.

So, until they come to retrieve me or I rot and die in here, I have nothing to do but wait.

But at the end of my second day here, I’m surprised when the door suddenly swings open, its squeaky hinges grating on my ears. Light floods the cell, blinding me, but within moments, a large presence looms over me, casting me in shadow.

I look at his feet first, clad in black boots. I slowly drag my eyes up and up, heart climbing steadily up into my throat as I do, and it stops beating altogether when I find King Sebastian looking at me.

“Good morning, princess,” he greets.

Morning? I thought it was evening. Gods, I’ve already been so thrown off from all this. How long was I out when he took me?

I instinctively back away until my back is flush with the wall, but he follows, crouching before me. I can smell him he’s so close, his scent masculine and clean, way cleaner than I feel.

He tilts his head, as though he’s intrigued, and his eyes scan my every part of my face. I don’t dare speak, absolutely terrified of this man.

“Didn’t your darling mother teach you it’s impolite not to return a greeting?” he asks, voice laced with amused impatience.

I sputter. “G–good morning…” I mutter.

He grins, showing off those large, deadly fangs of his. My eyes snag on them, and he huffs a laugh. “Scared, princess?”

I nod, unable to even pretend I’m not. How can’t I be? I’m scared for my life, and even when he rakes his hand through his black hair, I flinch, terrified he might just snap.

Vampires aren’t exactly known for self-control around humans, let alone male vampires and human women.

“Good,” he says. “Shows that you’re smarter than most of your family. Maybe you’re not all as stupidly arrogant as your queen.”

“Arrogant?” I can’t help but ask, immediately wishing I could take it back. You don’t question the king.

But he doesn’t reprimand me. He just nods. “Arrogant. Did it never occur to you that riding in a royal carriage through Thaerini territory was a stupid idea?” Well, it did occur to me, but no one would listen to me. Robert overrode all of us. And now I’m stuck in here. “The same goes for your great queen. Well, I guess it doesn’t matter now. You’re never going to see her again, after all.”

“No,” I whimper. “Please let me go. I’ll do anything you want, just please–“

I’m cut off by his palm striking my cheek. It hurts like hell, and I cry out, raising my hands to cradle my cheek. The chains clink loudly as I do, but I can barely hear it over the blood pounding in my ears.

Sebastian says nothing until I meet his gaze again. “You better learn one thing, princess,” he growls, gripping my hair. I wince in pain, but he’s relentless, keeping me steady while he scolds me. “I am a damn patient man. But I’m not a man who likes having his time wasted. And you know damn well that begging for your release is useless.”

I rapidly nod, cringing at the pain in my scalp, and he finally lets go.

“Good girl,” he praises. Acid appears in my throat.

I eye him cautiously while I work up the courage to ask, “What do you want with me?”

He smiles softly, his eyes deliberately trailing a path down to the side of my neck, his implication clear. “Many things…” he mutters, his red eyes meeting mine again. “But you’ll see. Patience is a virtue, Your Highness.”

He stands, and I panic. “Please, I just…” I almost beg to be let go again, but I manage to swallow it down. “Please just let me out of this cell. I can’t…” My begging ends on a whimper, and I feel completely pathetic, begging on the floor with Sebastian looming over me.

When I look up at him next, he’s smirking. His hand comes to beneath my jaw, gently rubbing my cheek with his thumb, but I don’t dare remove his hand.

“Don’t worry, Anastasia. You and I will get very well acquainted.”

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“What a pretty little thing…”

I startle awake at the deep, gritty voice echoing around in my cell. I sit, cringing at the sound of the chains, and when I look out the small window, a see a grinning vampire standing outside.

He looks scary, but not in the refined, regal way of Sebastian. His teeth are crooked (are his fangs blunt, too?), his lips dry and chapped, and his hair greasy and messy.

“Wakey, wakey,” he singsongs, and I pale. “Gods, what a sweet thing you are.”

I eye him, careful not to say anything to provoke him.

“They say your blood is sweeter than any other’s. Did you know that?” My eyes widen, and I shake my head. He grins wide, his crooked teeth on display. “Is it true?”

I again shake my head. “I don’t know,” I mutter.

“Do you want to find out together?”

“Please don’t,” I beg, and he laughs.

“Oh, don’t worry, darling. I’ll go nice and slow and make you really enjoy it. Maybe get us started now, hm? How about you take that hideous dress off and–“

“Barry,” another male voice barks, making him straighten.

“Sir,” he greets, respectfully bending his neck.

“The fuck you doing?” the other man asks, and I think it’s…Derrick? The man who held me down during the attack, I think. “You know she’s off limits, you fucking brute.”

“Off limits?” Barry asks, obviously feigning confusion. “I thought we got to feed off the humans whenever we’d like, sir.”

There are more humans here? That they can feed on whenever they want?

“Don’t you dare play stupid with me,” Derrick warns darkly. “Now get back to your post.”

Barry nods, leaving, and a moment later, the door swings open.

Derrick looks almost as scary as Sebastian. His long brown hair is tied at the nape of his neck, and his skin is a little paler, making him look deadly. His red eyes seem a little sharper, like they’re always searching for secrets and clues.

“Hello, Anastasia,” he says. “How are you doing?”

I narrow my eyes in confusion. I can’t detect even a hint of concern in his tone, but why even bother asking?

He must see the confusion in my face because he says, “His Majesty asked me to check on you.”

“Why?” I can’t help but ask. He checked on me himself earlier, after all.

“He’s busy preparing for the feast in a few days.”

“Feast?” I doubt whatever this feast are will be good for me in any way. Besides, what do vampires even celebrate? How many people they killed that day? How much blood they can chug?

Derrick grins. “Yes. And you, my dear, are the guest of honour.”

My heart plummets to the floor at that. “Guest of honour…?” I hesitantly mutter. Is it…are they going to execute me? And celebrate it?

The death of a Princess of Korya would certainly be something to celebrate to these monsters.

He nods, looking down at me. “Oh, yes. There will be enough food and drink and blood to feed an army. You’ll be presented to His Majesty and his court. The entire nation will know of your arrival here.”

My breathing turns ragged at the implication of his words. His tone implies something much more sinister than simply my “arrival” being announced. It won’t be pleasant for me, but I just wish I knew what they’re planning.

“You better get comfortable here, Anastasia,” he continues. “The king has plans for you.”

With that, he leaves, after having so casually amplified my terror and dread.

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