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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As more time passes, I lose count of the days. I try using feeding times to track the time, but it seems so random, like I’m an afterthought. And with no natural light source and my infrequent sleep, I have no hope of tracking the time.

Neither Sebastian nor Derrick have returned to check on me either. Every time I hear a sound I don’t recognise, fear shoots through me, terrified that today is the day of the feast Derrick mentioned.

I just wish I knew what it meant. Derrick was so taunting and vague about it, clearly getting off on my fear. And there’s not exactly anyone else in here I can ask.

I just hope someone’s looking for me now. My only hope is that someone either found the bodies or the King of Baronis sent someone to look when we didn’t arrive. At least, I think today was when we were supposed to arrive, but how could I possibly tell?

Barry, the disgusting guard who taunted me a few days ago, keeps lingering too long, looking through the tiny window and into my cell. He scares me, even more than Sebastian, honestly, since Sebastian clearly has some self-restraint.

The only restraint Barry has is his obedience to Derrick, which I doubt will last forever. My best hope is that I’ll be moved before he does something.

But I suspect it might be too late with the way he’s licking his disgusting lips outside my cell right now.

“Hello, darling,” he coos, making me shiver from fear. I don’t reply, obviously, but he’s undeterred. “Have you changed your mind yet? Hm?”

I shake my head, too scared to speak.

He groans, but it sounds pleasured, the sick bastard. “You know, His Majesty won’t let us touch you…” he says, sounding bitter yet teasing at the same time.

That is a relief, at least, that for some stupid reason, Sebastian won’t let anyone touch me. It doesn’t make sense, but you’re not about to catch me complaining.

After a moment, Barry suddenly asks, “Do you think the queen would go to war for you?”

The question surprises me, making me frown in confusion. Why would he ask me that?

But still, I take a moment to think about it, and…I mean, I’d hope so. Is it bad that I’m not even sure if my own mother would go to war for me? It’s not that I was neglected as a child, but I never got the impression that she ever…cared. Not beyond me being a useful match in a future marriage, but now that’s done, and she’s discarded me.

Still, I’d be surprised if not. It wouldn’t reflect well on her back in Korya, and I doubt the alliance with Baronis would remain valid without the marriage going through. I think she’d try to save me, if only for the sake of appearances and the alliance.

But I know that’s probably not the answer Barry wants to hear, so instead, I shake my head.

Barry doesn’t seem pleased, though, and my pulse quickens in my chest. “Oh, but I disagree.” I pale at having given the wrong answer. “See, I think she would. She would throw thousands of her own people and kill thousands of ours, all just to get her pretty little daughter back from us.”

“She wouldn’t,” I try to insist, but he just shakes his head.

“She would. And you know who would have to defend you?” I shake my head. “Us. The King’s soldiers. We’d go to war, all just so he can keep you down here. We’d die to keep you here, for him. And we wouldn’t even get a fucking taste of you.”

That makes my heart climb into my throat. It becomes difficult to breathe, because wherever Barry is going with this can’t be good.

“We get to feed on all the other human bitches in here, so why not you, huh? What makes you so fucking special that he wants to keep you all to himself?” With each word, he gets more and more agitated, louder and more uncontrolled.

I shake my head in desperation, tears running down my cheeks when I hear him pulling out his keys.

“Whatever,” he mutters, opening the door. “If I’m going to die for you anyway, I might as well get a piece of you first.”

“No!” I scream, trying my best to scramble away as far as the chains will let me. Barry’s large form fills the small space as he stalks over to me. He grips my hair, ripping a scream from my throat.

“Gods, your blood better taste as divine as they say,” he groans, crouching and angling my neck, but then he pauses. “Or maybe I should bite your cunt instead? Might taste better there, don’t you think?”

“Please!” I cry as his hand trails down to the hem of my dress, but Barry suddenly stills as a presence behind him casts a shadow into the cell.

“What the fuck are you doing, Barry?” Derrick barks. He charges inside, pulling him off me, and I breathe a huge sigh of relief.

Not that I’m happy to see him, but having Barry pulled away from me is like breathing after being underwater for several minutes.

“Nothing, sir,” Barry tries to insist, but Derrick drags him outside, slamming him against the wall opposite my cell.

“You’re such a fucking animal, you know that?” Derrick spits. Barry tries to respond, but Derrick just slaps his head, then pushes him away. “You try that shit again and I’ll have the king skin you alive, you got it?” He can do that? Throw some random, misbehaving guard to Sebastian to be tortured to death?

I already knew he was close to the King, but Derrick is more powerful than I thought.

Once Barry saunters off, Derrick turns back to face me. His angry face transforms into one of slight amusement when he sees me, wandering back into the cell.

“Thank you,” I whisper, honestly.

He pulls his keys out of his pocket and begins unlocking my shackles, muttering, “I didn’t do that for you, Anastasia.”

I frown, but before I can ask anything else, my shackles fall away from my wrists and ankles. I gingerly rub my wrists a little, surprised that they’re not sorer from the heavy iron, but I get interrupted by Derrick pulling me up.

“Where are we going?” I ask as we begin walking out of the cell.

Derrick grins. “It’s time for the feast.”

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I look ridiculous.

After dragging me out of the dungeons, Derrick led me by my arm through the castle. I was amazed by how large and decorated it was, and while it was dark and terrifying, the castle honestly looks a lot less sinister than I expected it to.

It's beautiful, with tall ceilings, gorgeous paintings littering the halls, and dozens of expensive looking pieces of furniture here and there. The main theme of the castle is black and red of course, but it’s also so bright and airy.

Floor to ceiling windows line the halls too, which confuses me. I thought vampires burned under the sunlight, but everyone seems…fine? How can that be? I’m obviously too scared to ask, but regardless, I don’t even think Derrick would answer me anyway.

After minutes of walking, he all but tossed me into a small room. Two female servants – both vampires – nodded respectfully to Derrick as he entered, and he returned it with a nod and a smile of his own. Whoever Derrick is, he seems respectful to anyone except me and those who disobey him.

Derrick observed, leaning against the wall, while the two servants got busy getting me ready for the feast. I was first stripped naked, but when I eyed Derrick, alarmed, he just said, “No point in hiding, Anastasia.”

Next, they began getting me dressed. I wasn’t given any undergarments, because of course not, and instead, they put me in a sheer, blood red silk outfit. “Outfit” might be generous though.

It’s essentially one scrap of fabric just barely covering my intimate parts. Two strips of the fabric hang off my shoulders, draping over my breasts before joining beneath my naval. From there, the now single strip trails down over the apex of my thighs and down to the floor. It’s identical on the back, leaving my entire back, waist, and legs exposed.

Like I said, it’s extremely sheer, so if you look closely, you can see my naked breasts beneath, as well as the area between my legs. Embarrassment and fury heat my cheeks, because even if the material wasn’t see-through, my body is still incredibly exposed and vulnerable.

I hate it.

They then made sure to wash and curl my silver hair, letting it rest on my shoulders, running down my back in silky smooth waves. Finally, they painted my lips, toenails, and fingernails the same blood red colour. They did more makeup on my eyes, too, putting shadow on my lids that, again, match in colour.

The worst part is that the outfit looks beautiful. It’s not simply them stripping me naked and chaining me up in front of the court. No, instead, they show me as though I’m a part of the House of Blood, and a beautiful member at that.

That’s the worst part of this humiliation. I’m not simply a captured Koryan princess. I’m now theirs, and that’s what they want their court to see.

But just so everyone still knows I’m a prisoner here, they then put heavy gold shackles around my wrists, connected together by a short chain. It looks gorgeous, though, and it’s way more comfortable compared to the rusty iron, so I don’t complain.

But I desperately want to complain when they put a matching, heavy gold collar around my neck. One of the servants hands the connecting chain to Derrick, who grins at my visible discomfort.

“Can’t risk you running off, can we?” he says, as though that’s an adequate explanation.

I don’t look at him as he begins leading me out of the room, nodding once more to the servants as we leave.

We wander through the castle, and I struggle to keep up with his fast pace. He’s already close to just dragging me by my leash, and it’s incredibly uncomfortable, but then again, the discomfort is the point.

The guards we pass grin at me, their eyes homing in on every inch of my exposed skin. My cheeks turn warm, and I try my best to ignore them, but with my heart stuttering like it is, it becomes a losing battle.

By the time we make it to a set of huge double doors, I’m losing my nerve. I want to run, and when I hear the sounds of people eating, drinking, and partying on the inside, my heart stops.

I feel tingly and nervous when the guards open the doors. The sounds of people talking quiet down as Derrick leads me into the huge space. It’s a throne room, and it’s massive. Several long dining tables line the length of the room, each filled with food, drink, and vampires. There are probably hundreds of them in here, and every single one is looking at me.

I pry my eyes away, taking in the space. Huge chandeliers line the ceiling, and along with the candles and torches littering the space, they illuminate the entire room to an impressive degree. Banners carrying the crest of the House of Blood hang at the far wall, and between them, sitting on a large, dark red and black throne, sits King Sebastian of Thaerin.

His eyes are glued to mine, and they suck me in for so long that I almost miss that there aren’t just vampires in here.

There are humans too.

Dozens of humans lie on the large tables, clearly put there to be fed upon. Most are still breathing softly, but many are dead, too. Many have huge gashes in their throats, wrists, and inner thighs from relentless, careless feeding, but no one even cares. They’re part of the food for the feast.

The sight of them makes me lose my footing, but Derrick yanks harder on my leash. I fight back, unable to willingly go to the man who orchestrated all this. I try to ground my feet on the carpeted floor, but Derrick’s unrelenting vampiric strength pulls me forward with no effort.

I don’t even care how ridiculous I look, trying to overpower a vampire, but I’m desperate. I fight and I fight, yanking on the chain and trying my hardest to escape. Many in the room look at our struggle with mild annoyance, but even more look at me like they’re hungry, and I’m their next meal, which spurs on my struggle.

I scream when we finally make it to the foot of the dais and Derrick grips me by the hair, pulling tight. I keep fidgeting, gasping and whimpering in his tight hold, but I can do nothing but look up at the terrifying king as he looms over us on his throne. He’s dressed entirely in black, his onyx hair neat and covered by a golden crown.

He looks terrifying, but most of all, he looks like he belongs. He looks like he could tear every person in here apart with half a thought, yet I get the impression that so very few outright fear him. Most seem to respect him, and none more than Derrick, who now begins to speak.

“Your Majesty,” he finally greets, voice loud so everyone can hear. “May I present to you: Princess Anastasia of Korya. Second-born daughter of Queen Isadora and future Crown Princess of Baronis.” Each word is told with a certain mockery, as if to show what I was and what I’ve now been reduced to.

Murmurs break out among the crowd, most clearly having no idea who I was until now. I can’t even imagine the shock rippling through them, but I also overhear many yelling horrific, terrible comments in my direction.

“His Majesty captured the princess mere days ago,” Derrick continues for the benefit of the crowd, pushing me down to my knees. “And she is now his.” I wince when he grips my hair, angling my neck so I’m forced to face Sebastian, who’s now leaned forward with interest, intense eyes glaring at me.

“His prisoner,” he continues, suddenly pushing me down onto the floor, forcing me to lie with my cheek to the floor, inches from Sebastia’s feet.

“His slave,” he finishes.

I sob when I hear celebrations erupt behind me. People yell out congratulations and cries of joy to the King, as well as jeers of hate and disgust at me. I feel so humiliated, so damn exposed, but I can do nothing but take it, and I can’t stop the tears that soak the carpet beneath me.

But just as soon as the celebrations began, they die down as Sebastian stands. He looks down at me, and Derrick lets me go. “Rise,” he orders.

With shaky feet, I do as I’m told, frustrated and humiliated by the sound of my chains clinking loudly as I do. Once I’ve risen, Sebastian comes closer until I’m just inches from his hard, warm body. I can smell him again, and as I look up at him, I see him give me a soft smile.

His fingers come up to my ear, tucking some of my hair behind it in a soft, almost caring gesture. I swallow intensely at that, not really knowing what to do with the show of “kindness”.

But then he looks out to the crowd. “Let the feast begin!” he announces, eliciting cheers.

I assume it’s over.

It’s not.

“The humans have gotten away with their tyranny and cruelty for far too long,” he bellows, making me flinch. “And now, we have their darling princess in our hands.”

Sebastian lifts his hands, gripping my arms so tightly that I wince. I look up at him, but he’s closed his eyes.

I frown in confusion, but by the time I realise he’s using magic on me, it’s too late.

I fall to my knees at the king’s feet, horrific, unimaginable pain pouring into my body.

I can do nothing but scream.

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