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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A week later, I wake up to Sebastian already awake and writing a letter over by his desk. It’s still dark out, but a fire is roaring in the fireplace, lighting the large room in a soft, orange glow.

I sit up carefully, clutching my sheets to my chest as I do. I’ve thankfully been allowed a nightdress to wear, but it still shows more skin than I’d like for him to see.

He doesn’t notice my movements, so I spend a few minutes just watching him. He’s dressed in a casual pair of brown pants and white shirt. His hair is a little messy, and he clearly hasn’t shaved in a little while. His face is contorted in concentration as he writes, and despite telling myself not to, I still grow curious as to what he’s doing.

Is he communicating with some foreign country? What if it’s Korya, and he’s negotiating my release with them? It’s delusional of me to think he’d actually let me go that easily, but a girl can hope.

I wish I could say that I’m curious what he’s like when he’s not a cruel vampire king. But I already know what he’s like. I’ve seen him interact with his friends, and frankly, he treats me and all his servants with more respect than I expected.

I’m his prisoner. Of course I am. But I didn’t expect him to be so soft and kind with me. He’s a cruel person for even keeping me here, and I’m not sure I’m going to survive this ordeal, but it could be worse, couldn’t it?

He’s so shockingly normal compared to what I thought I knew about him before I came here. He’s a person with his own life, friends, and duties, just like I was. And he’s kind to the people he cares about.

It’s such a strange contrast to what humans think about him and the rest of the vampires. I’m sure most of what we know about them is true still, but even after just a few weeks here, I can already tell some rumours have been exaggerated.

Or maybe I just haven’t been shown just how cruel Sebastian can be yet.

I sigh a little too loudly, and Sebastian’s red eyes flicker before they land on mine. “I didn’t know you were awake,” he says softly, like we’re husband and wife or something.

“I’m not,” I lie, but it’s partially true. I don’t know what time it is, but given that it’s still dark out, I feel like I’ll fall back asleep within moments of laying my head back down on my pillow.

His full lips tug up in a small smile. “Go to sleep. I’m meeting with some diplomats tomorrow. You’ll want your rest for that.”

Diplomats? From where? As far as I know, Thaerin is the only vampire kingdom in the world. Unless there’s one I haven’t heard about, he must be meeting human diplomats, right?

Unless, of course, he simply means messengers from within his own kingdom. But I’ve never heard them be called diplomats before. I guess I’ll find out what he means tomorrow, considering he seems to have plans for me.

But… “Why? Am I to be present?”

He grins, but this time, it’s not at all a kind smile. “Oh, yes, you sure will be.”

I hate his tone. He obviously means to humiliate me in some way, considering how he’s talking about this, but I doubt he’ll tell me how no matter how much I beg.

I change the topic instead. “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to calm myself down and maybe learn a little about Sebastian at the same time.

He looks back at all his parchment and ink, as though he forgot it was there. “Oh, just my boring, kingly duties,” he deadpans. “I just finished writing a letter for the diplomats arriving tomorrow, and now I’m writing to Owen.”

My heart stutters at the sound of his name. “Owen?”

He nods. “I’m offering him the job of governing the southern provinces in Lord Solomon’s absence.”

I frown, but then it clicks. He’s giving Owen an excuse to stay away from the castle. To stay away from me.

“Will he take the job?” I ask, suddenly more interested in this than I’d like to be.

He shrugs. “Who knows? He’s loyal to me, and he values honour and tradition above all else. Normally he wouldn’t hesitate to take the job offered to him by his king, but now…” He trails off, frowning. “Now, I don’t know. He has every right to refuse, and he might very well decide to.”

My heart is climbing into my throat. I can’t understand why Owen hates me so much. If he has a problem with me specifically, that’s one thing. But he clearly just has a problem with his king keeping me alive. I don’t know why he keeps making it my problem, though.

“Why does he hate me so much?” I ask.

Sebastian sighs, putting away his quill and leaning back in his chair. Facing me, he says, “He doesn’t hate you. Hate would require some level of care. He simply thinks you’re a worthless distraction.”

The candid confession makes my skin prickle with nerves. If Owen thinks so, and his other advisors seem to also agree, I can’t imagine Sebastian thinks of me as much more. He wants to keep me, at least so he says, but what if he just wants to keep me as a trinket? A curiosity, maybe a pet at best? He could decide to toss me away one day when he grows bored of me, or when Owen manages to convince him to get rid of me.

This entire conversation has just solidified my resolve to get out of here. I’m still waiting for Adam to come back, to help me, but he hasn’t made contact since that day in the library. For all I know, he might be dead. I haven’t seen him in the halls, and I don’t even know how he ranks among the guards.

I can’t just be a sitting duck in here until Adam decides to help me. I need to formulate my own plan – and fast.

I don’t give Sebastian a reply beyond laying back down on the bed. I feel him staring at me for a few long moments before I hear him turning, adjusting his chair and dipping his quill in his ink.

Stuffing my cheek against the pillow, I listen to the soothing sounds of pen against parchment until I fall asleep.

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I wake up hours later to bright sunlight streaming in through the windows. Sitting up, I look around, finding the still warm bed as empty as the room at large.

Nervousness pricks at my skin at Sebastian’s absence. I obviously don’t miss him or anything, but he never told me when the diplomats would arrive. What if he’s preparing now, and he’s about to retrieve me with no warning?

I shiver at the thought. Given how horrific my last humiliation was, I can only imagine what he has planned now. Logically, I would assume he needs to please his court and make my treatment as humiliating as possible to appease them. You know, since they won’t see my death any time soon.

Hopefully.

I startle a few minutes later as the door opens, sitting up as a servant enters, carrying a tray of breakfast. I calm down a bit, perking up at the smell of food landing on my bed.

I mutter a “Thanks” since other than Elana, none of the servants are very kind to me. The servant nods curtly, leaving almost as quickly as she can.

I eat my food, feeling a little lighter as I do, even though fear and anxiety is racking my body. Unlike before the feast, I somewhat know what to expect now, and so I feel nothing but terrified as I stuff myself with bread and pieces of cheese.

Once I’m finished, I get up, but just then, the door opens again. My heart stops when I see Sebastian walking inside.

“Good morning, princess,” he greets, flashing a friendly smile. “The diplomats are about to arrive. Have you eaten?”

Bile rises in my throat. I’m shaking so much from my fear that I can’t even meet his eyes, but I eventually see his feet appear in front of me as he stops inches from me.

I feel gentle fingers tilting my chin up, forcing my gaze to meet his. He looks so breathtakingly beautiful from this angle, but it’s his red eyes that suck me in like nothing else. I shouldn’t like the evidence that he’s a vampire, but his eyes are just so gorgeous it’s difficult to look away.

“No need to be nervous,” he mutters, kissing me once. For some reason, I’m unable to pull away. “Just follow my lead and you’ll get through it. I promise.”

I don’t bother pointing out that his promises are worthless.

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As we walk down the hall, Sebastian places his palm on my lower back, rubbing slow circles into my skin. He’s stuffed me into a dress, but the skirt is considerably shorter than what I’m used to. It falls to mid-thigh, making me feel practically naked in the deep red, shoulder-less gown. The neckline is deep, and it doesn’t even have any sleeves, showing off his markings on my skin.

Before we left, Elana came in to do some quick makeup and to make sure my hair was brushed and presentable. I don’t know if she knew where I’m going, but if she did, she wasn’t offering any sympathy. I assume she knew I’m going to some type of formal event considering my outfit and my makeup, but she didn’t ask what.

I just hope she didn’t know. I can’t take the idea of her, the closest person to a friend I have in this place, being in on my torment.

I’m surprised when Sebastian leads me down a path I recognise, and we soon make it to the throne room again. My pulse quickens when we make it inside, even though we enter through a door behind the throne.

It’s completely empty now, other than half a dozen guards lining the walls. None of the long dining tables are occupied with angry, horrifying vampires or humans to feed from.

Not that I’m complaining that it’s empty, but it’s eerie to see it like this. Like my humiliation didn’t even happen, and that it didn’t matter to anyone but me.

I discard the thought as Sebastian leads me around the dais, gently pulling me up towards the throne. I expect to be told to kneel like a dog, but instead, he gently pulls me into his lap, just like the first night I was in this room.

My cheeks heat. Even from here, I can see some of the guards stealing glances at me, at how their king is treating me. I instinctively lean back into Sebastian in an attempt to get away from them, like that even helps, and he straightens to give me more room.

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he leans down, muttering, “You’re so stiff.”

I scoff. “I don’t know if you know this, Your Majesty, but I happen to have these things called emotions.”

He chuckles, rocking me a little with the motion. “I know, princess. I have them too, believe it or not. Right now, I feel a lot of emotions, and they all revolve around you.”

I don’t bother replying to that, because what can I even say? He wants to mock me, to crush me in his palm and violate me along the way. I can already feel him hardening beneath me, pressing against my body as I shimmy in nervousness.

“Anastasia, you have to stop moving like that,” Sebastian breathes into my ear. “I promised Derrick I’d be good and not embarrass the diplomats.”

“Maybe you should…” I begin, breathing heavily. “…listen to Derrick.”

“Or maybe I shouldn’t,” he counters, trailing his hands down until he reaches my bare thighs. He sears my skin with his warm touch, splaying his fingers and spreading my legs. He hooks his knees to the inside of my legs, forcing them to stay spread as his fingers trail up to places I really wish he would stay away from right now.

“Fuck,” he breathes into my ear when his fingers reach my underwear. He touches me there, rubbing my clit in slow circles while his other hand grips the waistband.

“Please don’t,” I beg uselessly. I don’t really know Sebastian that well, but I suspect touching me like this right before the arrival of the diplomats was all part of his stupid plan.

“You know what I think?” he mutters, slowly pulling my underwear down my thighs. “I think Derrick doesn’t know how to make an impression on diplomats.” He completely removes my underwear, tossing the scrap of fabric somewhere behind the throne, leaving me bare beneath my already short skirt. “I think you’d agree if you knew who’s about to arrive.”

I gasp as he adjusts us, pushing me forward a little. I hear him fumbling with his pants, and a second later, I feel his thick, hard length pressed against my lower back.

He adjusts us again, lifting me. And before I can even give my useless protest, he pushes me down onto his length.

I groan at the painful stretch. The angle is so different from when he slept with me the first time. Gravity is pulling me down just as hard as he’s pushing me down by my waist, forcing me to take all of him and allowing me no escape.

He moans in my ear, nipping it between his teeth. “Gods, you feel…” he says, trailing off. “Words can’t even describe, Anastasia.”

I clench around him without meaning to, and we both gasp at the way it intensifies the friction. He’s so thick I swear I feel him beneath my skin as he slowly grinds inside me, eventually transitioning to gently pushing me up and down with a tight grip on my waist.

“Such a good girl,” he coos into my ear. “Taking all that I give you.”

It’s not like I have a choice in the matter, but I moan regardless. His pace quickens, just a bit, and soon, I completely forget myself and lean into him. I kick my head back, following his movements with my own grinding and riding, but soon, a voice interrupts us.

“Your Majesty?” a deep voice asks, sounding a bit timid. “The…the diplomats from Korya are here.”

The diplomats from Korya!?

I stop moving. I stop breathing. I’d suspected the diplomats were from the human nations, but hearing it confirmed – while Sebastian is deep inside me – makes my heart stop beating completely.

“Let them in,” Sebastian says before I can even fully comprehend what’s about to happen.

I hurriedly grab his thick forearm, panic lacing every word as I plead, “Please, Sebastian. Don’t do this.”

He pries my tight grip from his arm. “Relax for me,” he says, twitching inside me. “This will all be over painlessly as long as you follow my lead, okay?”

The doors open wide, two well-dressed Koryan soldiers walking inside.

I have no choice but to nod as the soldiers’ eyes widen. “Good girl,” Sebastian whispers, gently kissing the nape of my neck before he continues driving me up and down his thick length.

The two soldiers stop short of the dais, eyeing me carefully, and I recognise them.

Gods, I want nothing more than to sink into the floor right now.

They’re both diplomats from Korya, and they’ve often relayed diplomatic correspondence with Baronis while both my mother and I have been in her throne room. They definitely know me, even though I can’t remember their names.

But to be fair, I can barely think straight with the sheer amount of panic running through me. This might be worse than the feast, because these men know me. They’ve seen me dressed in regal clothes at Mother’s side while delivering their letters and opinions, and now they’re seeing the king of vampires violate me.

“What is the meaning of this?” one of them blurts, charging closer while Sebastian continues to bounce me up and down.

One of the guards charges forward, stopping the Koryan soldier before he can reach the dais. “That’s close enough, friend.”

“Fuck you!” he exclaims, pointing past him at the humiliating display. “We come here in good faith, willing to discuss a truce in return for Her Highness, and we find your king…doing that to her.”

“Calm yourself, Max,” his friend pleads. He looks around the room, as though to remind them that they’re in a den of vampires.

Max seethes, breathing heavily while the Thaerini guard holds a hand to his chest, preventing him from coming closer. All the while Sebastian keeps pumping in and out of me, and despite everything that is right in this world, it feels good.

My cheeks turn hot, and I’m not even sure if it’s from embarrassment.

“How can you look at this display and not feel sick, Ian?”

“I assure you, gentlemen,” Sebastian bellows, his voice surprisingly calm considering the situation. “that I have full intention to negotiate in good faith. I merely wish for Her Highness to be present. She deserves that, don’t you think?”

His voice drips of sarcasm, making Max narrow his eyes. “You will stop that at once, you fucking beast. We are prepared with an offer in exchange for the princess’s safe return, but we will keep our lips tightly sealed until you stop doing that.”

“Fine by me,” Sebastian says, pushing me all the way down onto him and making me yelp. “I’ll just keep her and you can head back home to your mistress.” He looks over to one of the guards. “Aron, would you be so kind as to escort our guests out of the castle?”

The guard obeys, but Max speaks up. “Wait,” he says, holding a hand out towards the guard. He halts. “We’ll…” he swallows. “We’ll negotiate.”

Sebastian grins against my hair, his hand trailing forward to rub my clit. I gasp, unable to keep my damn mouth shut. “See, I knew we could all be amicable about this. Samuel, you may release little Max.”

The guard in front of Max nods, moving away and to the corner of the dais, still with his hand at his sword, ready to strike should the need arise.

And meanwhile, Sebastian continues his steady rhythm, bouncing me slowly up and down while his rough fingers rub my clit. It’s humiliating, and I keep catching the soldiers’ eyes on where Sebastian and I are joined, further reddening my cheeks.

Max and Ian step forward until they’re at the foot of the dais, mere feet away from us. “So, shall we begin, Your Majesty?” he asks, the last two words clearly sarcastic and mocking.

“You’ll watch your fucking tongue to start,” a feminine voice suddenly cuts in.

I turn, watching Morgan and Derrick enter the room from one of the side entrance, her hand on her sword as per usual. She looks angry, charging at Max like she might kill him. My heart lodges in my throat as she grabs him by the hair, shoving him to the floor.

“Hey!” Ian exclaims, about to pull out his sword, but Morgan cuts him a glare just as Samuel pulls his own sword out, silencing him.

For a few long moments, there’s a tense silence until Ian sheathes his sword. Morgan, now free to continue, leans down and shoves Max’s head down to the floor, eerily similar to how I was shoved to the floor just a few short weeks ago.

“You will show some fucking respect to the king,” Morgan spits. “Your queen has lost her daughter, and your first instinct is to insult the man holding her captive? What kind of a fucking diplomat are you?”

I’ve never seen Morgan so angry, and the sight is truly terrifying. I’m reminded by how she killed Simon, but even back then, she seemed calm and methodical. Scarily so.

But now…she’s unhinged.

“Let him go,” Ian mutters, barely loud enough for me to hear over the sounds of my wet core clenching around Sebastian. “We apologise.”

“Do it, Morgan,” Sebastian orders, and Morgan obeys, releasing Max and allowing him to stand.

“Like I said,” Sebastian continues, trailing a hand up to grope my breast. “I’m ready to negotiate. What’s your offer?”

I barely keep from crying out as his thrusts quicken, but also at how he says offer, like I’m a cow up for purchase at a market. I’m a person, not a damn trinket to be traded.

Max looks over at Morgan a bit wearily, sighing as he looks back at Sebastian, eyes grazing the apex of my thighs as he does. “We’re offering a truce in exchange for her release.”

“That’s it?” Derrick laughs. “A fucking truce?”

Max turns to him. “With Baronis at our side, we will crush you, vampire.” He spits the word vampire like it disgusts him. “This is our offer, and I suggest you take it.”

“No,” Sebastian says calmly. He’s still keeping his steady pace at my clit and inside me, bringing me closer to the peak despite how hard I’m fighting it. “Now, if there’s nothing else, you may leave.”

Ian sighs. “Please consider our offer, Your Majesty.” At least he has enough awareness to be polite to Sebastian. “A war between our nations would be even worse than the last one. Her Majesty won’t back down on this one, not while you have her daughter as prisoner.”

I moan when I feel pleasure shooting through me, quickly clamping a hand over my mouth to silence myself. Tears well in my eyes, but there’s nothing I can do to escape this.

I look at Morgan and Derrick pleadingly, but they’re not even looking at me. Their attention is entirely on the diplomats.

“If that is true, then you should be willing to offer more,” Morgan points out. “We can still kill her whenever we want, boys. Remember that.”

I blanch, fear racking my body despite Sebastian saying he wants to keep me, not kill me. They can change their minds whenever they want, but beyond that, the diplomats have no idea I would already be dead if not for the man currently tearing me apart.

“And risk war?” Ian counters.

“We’re already risking war by keeping her, according to you,” Derrick says. “Besides, if we give her to you in exchange for this ‘truce’, how can we be sure you’ll honour it, hm?” He pauses, walking up to the throne and placing a hand on my head, petting me. I shiver as his palm gently rubs me while Sebastian’s pace turns fast enough to make my breasts bounce in my dress. “With her, we’ve got leverage. Without her, we have nothing. And so we ask again, dear humans: What have you to offer in exchange for her?”

Max’s eyes narrow. “The queen is an honourable woman. She will keep her word. Of that, I can assure you.”

“Oh, I have no doubt,” Derrick says. “But honour demands she destroys us for stealing away her darling daughter. And as I’m sure you know, we have zero honour, of course, so we need a guarantee.” He shrugs. “Unless you can offer something better than the princess, then we’ll just keep her.”

“Or we can just cut off her head, stick both your cocks inside it, and drop her off at the border,” Morgan says, sounding way too chipper considering her threat. “Up to you.” She shrugs.

She, Derrick, and the diplomats go back and forth for a while longer while Sebastian gropes me and drives into me. His mouth comes to my ear, licking the lobe before he whispers, just for me to hear, “I wonder what they will tell about this meeting.”

I turn to look at him, horrified. I hadn’t even considered it, how they’re going to have to tell my own mother about Sebastian’s screwing defiling the negotiations. I rapidly shake my head, desperate to avoid that scenario. “Please, no.”

“No?” he mutters, clicking his tongue. “I’m afraid it’s too late for that. Unless, of course…” He trails off, giving me a devilish smile. “Unless you mean to kill them before they can reach the queen. What a wicked mind you have, princess.”

“Please, no,” I repeat to him. “They don’t deserve that.”

He chuckles. “Very well, Anastasia.” He reaches a hand out to flick my hair away from my shoulder, and a moment later, I feel his hot breath against the side of my neck.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his soft lips kissing the delicate skin. “Such a sweet, fragile little neck you have.”

I shake my head, but he ignores me, and a moment later I cry out as his teeth penetrate my skin.

Everyone looks at me, but Derrick draws their attention back with a particularly rude remark, angering the diplomats. Meanwhile, Sebastians teeth withdraw, followed by his hot, wet mouth closing over the two small wounds.

He sucks, making me writhe and gasp. It feels strange, but it quickly feels way better than it should to have him feed off of me. I can’t even describe the conflicting emotions, but whatever I feel is certainly nothing compared to what Sebastian feels.

He moans, grinding up against me while he sucks my blood into his mouth. He seems lost in me, in the taste of my blood, and I can do nothing to resist as he gets his fill of me.

After a while, he finally pulls away, giving me one last lick. “Gods, your blood, Anastasia…” he mutters. He licks my neck again. “I wonder what your family would think of you coming all over my cock while I feed from you.”

“No!” I cry out, getting the attention of everyone in the room, but just then, everything that Sebastian is doing to me reaches its peak, and I fall off the edge.

I slap a hand over my mouth in an attempt to silence myself as I climax, but Sebastian rips it away, gripping both my wrists behind my back as he forces me to moan into the open air. All eyes are glued on mine as I writhe and come apart, humiliating me further, and by the time I slump back against Sebastian, I think death would be preferable to1 my current predicament.

The tense silence in the room is thick like soup until Derrick finally speaks. “Like I said, I suggest you make a better offer. Our king is more than happy to take care of your princess in the meantime.”

A moment later, as though he planned this, Sebastian spills inside me, moaning softly as he does. His hot release pours out of me, coating us in it as we both recover.

“So?” Sebastian eventually asks Max and Ian. “What will it be?”

Both men sigh deeply, looking at each other like they’re having a silent conversation between them. Eventually, Max looks up at the king again.

“Let’s start over.”

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