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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The world fades to nothing but pain.

I can’t hear anything, not even my own screams. The pain is so intense that it makes everything disappear, like a dense fog descending upon me. I’m no longer in a throne room filled with hundreds of vampires who want to kill me, I’m just in pain. I’m no longer on my knees, dressed in a horrifically humiliating outfit, I’m just in pain.

But despite it all, I still know Sebastian is in front of me.

I can no longer see Derrick, standing somewhere behind me, nor the hundreds of vampires in this room. But I can feel Sebastian in front of me, his large, intimidating presence impossible to miss.

But beyond all that, I feel what he’s doing to me. The pain is so intense and consuming I can feel nothing beyond it, yet I easily identify the places where his fingers are wrapped around my arms, the magic shooting into me from the tips.

And I feel that horrific magic, dark and bloody, traveling through me. It penetrates my skin, pouring into my flesh and down to my very bones. I physically feel my bones moulding to accommodate him, as though my body is just clay beneath his palms.

I can barely open my eyes, but when I do, I see what he’s doing to me. With each angry whip of magic lashing through my flesh, I see the same motion on my skin – no, beneath my skin. Hundreds of angry looking black tattoos snake their way from his fingertips and into me, covering me in both curved and sharp lines, terrifying symbols, and scripts in a language I don’t understand. They cover my arms from my fingertips to my shoulders, like he’s marking my skin with his very essence, and I can do nothing but take it.

And it continues. It goes on and on and on until I’m convinced I’m dead, and that the afterlife is just the very essence of pain, that the gods use us as playthings and torture us.

Years pass, or maybe just a few minutes pass, but eventually, the pain fades.

I sob uncontrollably when I can finally feel my body again. I collapse to the floor, barely even noticing the King’s feet in front of my face.

I feel so foreign in my body. It feels like I died and was brought back to life, kicking and screaming the entire way, and now I’m expected to just go back to normal after being shoved into the thorny maze that is my body.

Someone – Derrick? – yanks me up again by the hair, but I don’t even have the energy to scream or resist. I breathe heavily, kneeling at Sebastian’s feet, eyes widening with terror when I see the bulge in his pants.

I almost forgot what I saw on my arms, but now, I slowly lift them in front of my face, tears overflowing when I see the black tattoos. I could…I could see them attaching themselves to my skin, like vicious snakes, curling around my arms and latching onto me. My tan skin is now wrapped in these horrific, angry tattoos, like rope tying me to Sebastian.

Even if I didn’t feel or see him do this to me, I’d still know it was him. The marks feel like him. Like his smell, his large, intimidating presence, and his scary yet somehow handsome face.

He’s marked me. But not just by branding me like cattle. No, he’s marked me as his by placing part of himself inside me, like the most primal, horrific display of dominance.

I barely swallow the bile that threatens to shoot from my throat.

Derrick yanks me up to standing, and I wince, my legs feeling like I’m walking on stilts. I’d fall if not for him gripping my hair tight.

Sebastian grips my arms, making me gasp in surprise, and he holds them up to his face, as though to examine them. He looks at them closely, a satisfied, sadistic grin appearing on his face. “You belong to me now, Anastasia,” he mutters, his red eyes meeting mine.

I swallow nervously, not really knowing what to make of that. Does…does that mean I’m not going to die? That I won’t be traded back in exchange for money or a truce?

I don’t really know what this means, that I belong to him? But when I look questioningly at him, he just grins wide, dropping my arms and speaking to the crowd. “May you all drink and eat well, friends,” he says loudly, voice surprisingly friendly and kind. “Enjoy yourselves tonight.” He yanks my hair, twisting my head to show my face to the frothing crowd. He grips me tight as he leans closer to my face, licking my cheek, and I whimper with disgust. “Our dear guest of honour certainly will.”

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Once the excitement and celebrations die down, the feast truly gets started. Servants – all vampires – bring delicious looking food to all the tables. Everything from expensive meats to wine that I know would drain Korya’s treasury.

The humans on the tables are replaced too. The ones who are not already dead are put out of their misery, and more are brought in, some screaming but most scarily compliant as they’re laid on the tables to be fed upon.

I can’t look at them, because despite having just gone through horrific torture, I feel lucky. Not only am I dressed (even if “dressed” is overselling it), but besides the public humiliation and torture, I’m being left alone.

Granted, Sebastian yanks me to his side, holding my leash while I sit on my knees to his right. It’s humiliating, but that’s the point. What better way to degrade a princess than by turning her into little more than a pet, after all.

It’s also uncomfortable, sitting on my knees, my neck bent at an awkward angle. I adjust, crossing my legs and tucking my ankles beneath my butt to get more comfortable. I breathe a sigh of relief at the less strenuous position, but suddenly, I feel Sebastian yanking my leash, forcing my head back.

He grips me beneath my jaw, holding me close as he leans down to my ear. “You’re going to be a good girl and kneel. You got it?”

I breathe heavily, unable to stop myself from protesting. “But–“

“You. Will. Kneel,” he growls.

I obey, his firm tone leaving no other option. Once I’m kneeling again, he releases me, though I don’t miss the way the chain is more taught now, allowing me less room to move.

As I sit there, I look out at the crowd of terrifying vampires, feeling sick to my stomach. I keep catching several of them looking over at me, their eyes snagging on my exposed skin, at the tattoos and at my neck. I feel fragile and like a scared cat in their presence, because if Sebastian ordered them to, they’d happily tear me apart.

But one man keeps looking at me more than the others. He’s dressed in black fineries, making him look sinister, especially with his bony face and pale skin. He grins when I eye him nervously, his fangs long and sharp. His red eyes look a little more striking on him, and his grey-white hair is swept back.

Frankly, he looks like the exact type of vampire I was always warned about as a child. The scary, sinister looking vampires that wanted to snatch me in the night.

I look away, cheeks flaming hot with nervousness, but I still feel him looking at me from his seat.

But my focus is torn from him when I see a female vampire marching through the middle of the room, her black hair flying behind her with her speed. She wears an entirely black military uniform, hand on her sword and a blank expression on her face.

I recognise her instantly. Morgan.

The woman who killed Simon.

Breathing becomes harder in her presence. She so casually murdered my best friend, grinning at me as she did, but now, she’s not even looking at me as she approaches the throne.

“Your Majesty,” she greets, bending her neck.

Sebastian sits up a little, thankfully loosening his grip on my leash as he does. “Morgan. What’s the matter?”

“It’s the–,” she says, stopping herself. She opens her mouth again, but pauses, awkwardly looking at me, clearly uncomfortable talking about this with me present.

Sebastian chuckles, pulling my leash hard enough to make me wince. He pulls me back against his leg, gripping my head and petting me. “Don’t worry, Morgan. She’s not going to tell anyone, now is she?” he says, amused.

That snaps her out of it, but I don’t miss her small, amused smile either. “It’s Owen. Some of his men caught a human at the border, one who had some very interesting things to say. It concerns her.”

My breath catches. A human at the border? Are they looking for me?

Morgan must catch my concerned, confused expression, because she looks at me and says, “Don’t worry, little human. You’ll be all safe here with us.” She grins, and I shift uncomfortably, making the chain of my leash rattle.

“Enough, Morgan,” Sebastian chastises. “Fine. Where is Owen?”

“In the library. I’ll take you to him.”

Surprisingly, Sebastian stands, shockingly abandoning his own feast to discuss some human prisoner. But it must be important if it concerns me.

Sebastian looks at me as he lets go of my leash, his hand holding me beneath my jaw. “You be a good girl and stay right there.”

“I’m not a–“ Dog, I try to say, but he’s already walking off.

Did he really just…?

I mean, it’s not like I can charge out of the room, but I’m not tied down either. I’d have expected him to bring me with him, if only to keep me close, but instead, he’s just left me alone for some reason.

I shift, suddenly feeling cold and scared now that I’m all alone. It’s not that Sebastian wouldn’t have hurt me, but I honestly feel safer with him than alone in this room.

Because now, those wandering eyes linger for longer. Some look at me with sneers, some occasionally making rude gestures in my direction.

But others look like…they want something else. Their eyes look at my breasts, my neck, my waist with hunger. Like they want to eat me for dinner rather than the food they’ve been served – including the other humans in this room.

That same pale looking man from earlier is one of them. His blood red eyes, previously just lingering a little too long, are entirely focused on me now. He licks his lips, unashamed as he looks my body up and down, and I swallow nervously, backing away closer to the throne like that might keep me safe.

But it doesn’t.

He slowly walks over, hands folded at his lower back. I want to scream with terror when he stops right in front of me, but instead, I try to not look at him, praying that he’ll just go away if I show I’m not interested.

Instead, he says, “Such a pretty little pet His Majesty has found, wouldn’t you agree, girl?”

I shake my head, desperately hoping he’ll leave me alone. But in a flash, he grabs my arms, yanking me to standing before I can even yelp in surprise. He grips me tight, holding my arms out in front of his face to examine them closer.

“Such beautiful markings…” he mutters to himself. I want to reply, tell him to leave me be, but I’m too terrified of him to speak up. He’s tall and lanky, yet his strength is terrifying. “I wonder, dear, has His Majesty claimed you yet?”

I don’t like the sound of that, but I don’t really know what he means. “Claimed me?” I mutter.

He grins wide. “So he hasn’t, then. Oh, what a shame that he won’t be the first.” He chuckles to himself as I nearly collapse to the floor with dread.

But he doesn’t let me. Instead, he begins dragging me away from the dais and to one of the walls. I begin fighting him, desperately wanting to avoid going wherever he’s leading me to, but he’s relentless and unyielding, slamming me against the wall.

I shriek, trying to fight back, but he just calmly grips my arms, holding them steady at either side of my head. I breathe heavily, noticing that by now, he looks a lot more feral than his refined, sinister hunger he displayed earlier.

“Do you know how special you are, Anastasia?” he mutters, lips inches from mine. Bile rises in my throat as I shake my head. “It is ever so rare that we get to make thralls of royalty up here, and even rarer that they’re beautiful princesses like you.”

“Please stop,” I beg, but he forges on.

“I’m sure the king wouldn’t mind if some of his oh so loyal subjects got a taste of you first…Wouldn’t you agree?”

I shake my head, but he ignores me. I scream, horrified, as he grabs the chain of my handcuffs with one hand, pinning it to the wall, and uses the other to angle my head, exposing my neck. His fangs come closer to my skin, right above the collar, and I prepare myself for the bite, but suddenly, he stills.

He sputters, and when I open my eyes, I scream, horrified, as I see the tip of a sword sticking out of his chest, stopping only inches from my neck. He drops to the floor when the sword is pulled out, and I sob, sinking to my knees with the pure terror and horror of it all.

It's only then that I see Sebastian looming over me, flicking blood off his sword. Morgan, Derrick, and another man I recognise from the attack stand behind him, all looking grim and serious.

The hall has grown entirely quiet, the only sound being my horrified sobs and whimpers at the king’s feet, a literal vampire corpse right next to me. His blood has soaked my chest and neck, and I feel like he’s still on me, his disgusting hands gripping me and trying to get a taste of me.

Sebastian calmly sheathes his sword, then hands it to Morgan. His hand extends down to me, but I shake my head. I just want to die. On this floor, if that’s what it takes.

He sighs, gripping me by the arm and holding me so I face the crowd. His mouth comes down to my ear, shivers running down my spine as he mutters, “This is for your own good, princess.” He then speaks to the crowd, loudly barking, “The princess is mine. Anyone who touches her will die, and if I find anyone’s scent or marks on her body, they will die a slow, painful death.” He looks down to the dead man’s body, looking exasperated and annoyed. “The next one won’t be so fucking lucky.”

That grim, unmistakable warning silences the crowd, but it also silences me. I don’t know what to make of the way my pulse quickens at his possessive claim, or the way his tight grip feels on my arm, like he’s holding on tight to his property.

But I do know that I hate Sebastian more than anyone in here. He’s responsible for bringing me here, even if he’s now protecting me from the other vampires in the hall. It doesn’t matter how shivers run down my spine when I hear his deep, commanding voice booming across the hall.

It's terror that I feel. Nothing else.

“Clean that piece of shit up, would you?” Sebastian asks a pair of guards standing by the wall, both of whom quickly nod and comply with their order. His command snaps everyone out of it, and the sounds of chatter and people eating start up again, though even from here, I can tell everyone is more tense than before.

Once satisfied that everyone is back to enjoying the feast, Sebastian grabs my leash and pulls me back towards the throne. I don’t resist, knowing it’s useless, but also still in shock from watching a man die in front of my eyes.

He sits down, and I go to kneel, but instead, a yelp of surprise escapes me as he pulls me onto his lap. My cheeks turn hot from the contact, of sitting practically naked on a man’s lap in front of all these people. He pulls me back against his chest, and I feel every hard, masculine ridge of him, even beneath his clothes. “You’re staying here with me, princess,” he mutters into my ear, shivers running down my spine at the promise.

I’m still in shock, but when I look down my body, I pale at the sight of all that blood covering me. It’s everywhere, sticking to both my outfit and my skin, and Sebastian notices my discomfort.

“Do you want me to clean it off for you?” he asks, and I nod, because even if he bathed me, I’d do anything to get rid of all this blood. The sight of it makes me want to throw up, even more so than the idea of Sebastian cleaning me.

But he doesn’t move. Instead, he raises his hand, hovering it inches above my body. He slowly trails it down, and I gasp as I watch the blood literally dissolve from my skin. It evaporates into nothing, and I touch my now clean, pristine skin, both amazed and horrified by Sebastian’s casual display of magic.

“Thank you,” I mutter, running my hands down my now clean, smooth stomach.

I gasp when he grabs my hand, moving it aside so he can splay his fingers on my stomach instead. “Are you okay?” he whispers, just for my ears.

I nod, but I’m lying. I’m not okay at all, not after having come so close to being assaulted by a vampire. For a second time within a few hours.

“It’s okay,” he continues. “You’re safe now.”

His reassuring tone just brings more tears to my eyes. How can I be safe while being held captive by a clan of bloodthirsty vampires? How can I be safe when their king has me in his lap?

But all my questions seem supremely unimportant when I feel his fingers trailing down to where they don’t belong.

I gasp, trying to flick his hand away, but his other hand grips my throat, squeezing the skin above my collar in warning. “Hands to yourself, little girl,” he warns.

I can do nothing to resist as his fingers tuck themselves under the fabric covering my most intimate parts, and he groans at the feel of me. I grit my teeth, the friction uncomfortable yet somehow still nice.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?” Sebastian asks, surprising me.

I nod. “Once,” I admit.

He was one of my guards back in Korya. Alexander. I remember him well. He was a handsome man, a few years older than I was and clearly interested in me. I wasn’t a stranger to men at the castle taking an interest in me, but he intrigued me more than anyone else.

It didn’t take long before he snuck into my bedchambers and we became a flurry of kisses, rough touches, and discarded clothing.

But once Mother found out, he was sent away, and I was sworn to secrecy. My virginity and purity were part of what made me valuable to any prospective groom, and so I’ve never told anyone except Simon.

And now Sebastian.

He growls somewhere deep in his chest. “I don’t like that. From now on, no man touches you except me. Do you understand?”

I nod, just wanting him to show some damn mercy on me.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Already so obedient for me, aren’t you?”

My cheeks flame at the humiliating insinuation. I don’t want to obey him, but in this position, what choice do I have? Either I obey, or he might just throw me into my cell again.

Or worse.

His calloused fingers keep touching my clit in slow, torturous circles. “I can smell you, you know,” he mutters, voice a little amused, a little restrained. “So wet for me, hm?”

“No,” I desperately try to deny, shaking my head. It’s such an obvious lie it’s laughable. I can feel how wet his touches have made me, and my cheeks grow warm as a result. And the fact he can smell me…

He chuckles in my ear, his fingers speeding up. “You smell delicious, Anastasia. You’ve no idea how bad I want to taste. It.”

A small moan escapes my lips despite my best attempts at containing it. I forget for a moment that we’re in a crowded room, and that hundreds of people can just look over and watch as Sebastian violates me.

But I don’t stop him either.

Because gods help me, but his touches feel good. And after days of practically rotting in that cell and then almost being fed on from two disgusting, horrifying vampires, it feels good to feel something else.

It’s my body reacting, I know that, but that doesn’t mean the logical part of me likes it. I hate it, how good it feels, but even if I could stop it, I don’t know if I would.

“How does it feel, princess?” he asks, fingers trailing down further to tease my entrance. His thumb keeps rubbing my clit while his middle fingers threaten to enter me, all while he softly chokes me with his other hand.

I could lie of course. I could tell him it feels horrible, but he can feel the evidence of my arousal on his fingers already. Smell it too. So, after a moment’s hesitation, I say, “Good.”

The admission makes him grin, something I feel as his face leans against the side of my head. “Such a good girl.” As what must be his version of a reward, his thick fingers enter me in one slow, smooth motion. He bottoms out, and I moan at the friction, all while his thumb still rubs my clit.

The red fabric lays on top of his hand, but it does a poor job hiding what he’s doing. I try not to look out at the crowd for too long, but whenever I succumb to the temptation, I see several eyes looking over at us with interest.

My skin prickles with nerves, but Sebastian doesn’t acknowledge my clear apprehension in being watched so closely.

Instead, he keeps fingering me, bringing me higher and higher. I writhe and grind against his fingers, instinctually chasing the climax he’s pushing me towards.

“You’re close.” A statement, not a question, but I still nod.

“Yes,” I gasp, my hands gripping his wrist to keep him close, to not let him leave. I feel no shame at riding his fingers like this, even though I know I will after this is done.

For now, I desperately moan and grind against him, eventually feeling the evidence of his arousal beneath me.

“Careful, girl,” he warns when I grind against his hard length. “You want me to fuck you in front of all these people?”

I shake my head, but he just chuckles, thumb pressing harder and fingers moving harder and deeper and hand squeezing my throat tighter. It only takes a few more seconds before my climax crashes over me.

I cry out, barely able to contain my noises in this crowded room, but with the way he touches me, it’s a lost cause. He doesn’t stop through my entire climax, only pulling out when I slump against him and grow quiet, breathing heavily with exhaustion.

But then he slaps me between the legs, hard enough to make my wetness audible. The sound echoes in the large room along with my horrified, pained cry, but Sebastian just groans with pleasure at my pain.

And when I look out at the crowd, I see so many eyes on me it makes me want to sink into the ground with embarrassment. So many of them look at me like I’m filth they want to scrape off their boot, but many more look at me like they’re jealous that Sebastian just got to touch me but not them.

I swallow my nerves away, but suddenly, Sebastian stands, and I shriek with surprise, barely catching myself before I land on my butt.

He grips my leash and starts leading me out of the room, and I hurriedly ask, “Where are we going?”

“To our bedchambers.”

Our? I don’t bother asking that, though, instead I ask, “For what?”

He grins at me, bringing me out into the hall and slamming me against a wall. He comes close to my face, muttering, “I’m going to claim you, princess.”

“Claim me?” I whisper nervously.

He nods. “I’m going to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours, Anastasia. I’m going to make you take me, no matter how much you cry or beg for me to stop. And once I’m deep inside you, I’ll bite your fragile, delicate neck and feed from you, tasting your delicious blood.” He pulls away, smiling. “You’re mine, and I’m going to make sure everyone in this castle can smell it on you, that you belong to me.”

I don’t get a chance to voice my protests before he’s dragging me further down the hall. We climb a few sets of stairs, and after a minute of walking, he stops before a massive door.

Then he pushes me inside.  

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