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)

Note: This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

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It takes a full minute of soaring upwards for my own shock to dissipate enough to allow me to hear my own terrified screams. We’re flying so fast I can’t keep my eyes open, the air hitting my face like a brick wall, yet Sebastian seems unaffected. His arms are wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping me secure as we soar up and up, finally levelling off when we’re almost to the top of the castle.

“Let me down!” I scream uselessly and desperately, hating every moment of this. I’ve barely had time to register the deaths of Adam, Ian, and Max, let alone the king’s dark promise moments before we took to the sky. It’s only now that my body catches up to the fact that I’m flying high up in the sky, in the arms of the most brutal and horrific vampire I’ve ever heard of.

“No,” is all he says in response, flying closer to the castle. I recognise the large balcony of the king’s floor in the distance, and we quickly swoop down there. With a yelp from me, Sebastian lands, letting me go on the balcony, dimly lit by torches littering the area.

My survival instincts kick in the second my feet touch solid ground. I run, yanking myself out of Sebastian’s hold while he makes his wings vanish.

But I barely make it five feet before I’m yanked back with a tight grip to my hair. Sebastian pulls me back, gripping my elbow and releasing my hair only when I stop struggling.

“You seek only to make things worse for yourself, don’t you,” Sebastian says in my ear, his warning monotone yet dangerous.

“Please,” I begin to beg. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Your Majesty.” I keep begging as Sebastian drags me into the castle, kicking and screaming. The guards lining the walls inside don’t even flinch at my horrifying screams as I’m dragged closer and closer to Sebastian’s room.

He all but tosses me inside like a sack of flour. There are two female servants inside, both cleaning the large room as Sebastian startles them with this display. He shuts the door behind him before I even have the chance to think about dashing back outside.

“Please help me,” I beg the two women, but both of them look frozen in shock as their king yanks me up, forcing me to stand on shaky feet.

Neither make any movements until Sebastian orders, “Strip her.”

My heart plummets, and I swear I feel the blood draining from my face. I turn to face the monster I’m forced to sleep with, tears welling in my eyes. “Don’t do this,” I plead. “I will never make another move against you again, my king. I promise you. But please do not do this.”

“Shh.” Sebastian cups my cheek, placing his thumb on my lips, silencing me. “You’re right.” I frown, confused. “After tonight, you will never dare move against me again. That, I promise you, princess.”

I gape, horrified, but before I can muster up a response, Sebastian shoves me towards the two servants, neither of which waste much time before stripping me out of my already minimal clothing. I don’t try to fight them, having become resigned to my fate with enough ease to terrify me almost as much as the vampire eyeing every inch of revealed skin.

My dress pools at my feet, quickly yanked away by one of the servants. The other grabs my undergarments, almost tearing it in two with the speed she rips it off my body.

Neither has any modesty as they leave me naked, shivering with fear at the sight of King Sebastian making his way over to me. He watches as I take him in, the way his face morphs into a heated grin when his chest touches my naked breasts.

“Bring the cross,” he tells his servants, still staring at me.

Both servants scurry away, and barely a minute later, they return. I turn to face them, watching as they push a large X-shaped contraption into the bedchambers. It looks sturdy, its frame taller than Sebastian himself. My heart stops beating in my chest when I notice iron shackles at each end of the cross, but I don’t get to look at them for long before Sebastian grabs my neck, pushing me towards the cross, now placed right in front of the burning fireplace.

“Leave,” he barks at the servants, who seem more than happy to leave me to my fate.

Once they’re out the door, Sebastian yanks my arms up towards the upper restraints of the cross. The metal digs into my wrists as he binds me, then he repeats the process with my ankles, spreading my naked legs and arms in an X-shape.

I’ve become numb throughout the entire process. I can’t find it in me to fight him, yet I’m terrified. So terrified I can do nothing but quiver with fear as I listen to the sounds of Sebastian grabbing something behind me.

My skin is soaked with sweat, my entire front being heated by the fireplace before me, yet I’m still shivering like I’m in a cold tundra. The fear is paralyzing, frankly enough of a punishment in and of itself, but Sebastian clearly isn’t satisfied.

And I dread to find out when he will be.

He comes up behind me, placing a hand at my hip. Leaning in to kiss my cheek, he mutters, “You belong to me, Anastasia. Your king, and your master. It doesn’t matter if you try to escape. You will forever belong to me. The sooner you realise that, the better.” He moves away from me, standing a good distance away.

“I’m so sorry…” I whimper desperately. “Please, just—”

My begging is suddenly cut off by a sharp lash of pain along my ass. I scream in pain and surprise, only realising seconds later that he just whipped me.

“No!” I cry out, but I’m again cut off by another lash. “Please! Stop!”

But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even give me enough time to breathe and let the pain register after each strike before he hits me again, and again, and again.

Tears roll freely down my cheeks, as I have no way of stopping them. My wrists and ankles ache and scratch against the rough metal restraints, as I keep uncontrollably trying to yank myself free to no avail. My cries and begging fall on deaf ears, as Sebastian doesn’t even acknowledge me while he tears me apart with his whip.

And he keeps going, all the way until I lose count and then some. He hits my ass, the backs of my thighs, my back, over and over again until my entire world fades into nothing but pain.

After what feels like years of this, Sebastian finally stops. Tears are rolling down my cheeks, but I somehow keep from sobbing. I feel like I’m one breath away from breaking completely, but I stop myself, only because I don’t know if I’ll be able to put myself back together if I do.

Sebastian approaches me slowly, but I don’t dare look over my shoulder at him, too terrified of what I might see. Taking a deep breath, I brace myself as he presses his hard, clothed body against my soft, naked one.

“Don’t cry,” he whispers, like the massive contradiction he is.

Don’t cry? What kind of a command is that, after he’s whipped me into submission?

“Please,” I whimper, still not having given up on begging for mercy. “Please just stop…” My last word ends on a hiccup of a sob, and I sniffle, desperately trying to keep myself together.

I gasp as Sebastian’s rough hand grips my ass, kneading the bruised flesh between his calloused fingers. It hurts like hell, but it doesn’t feel wet, which must be a good sign.

I hear him dropping the whip on the floor moments before his other hand grips my breasts, toying with the flesh and pulling my nipples. I grit my teeth, not wanting to feel how good it feels. His touch and his affection, as opposed to his anger and his punishment.

I can feel him hardening behind me, almost involuntarily grinding against me. It’s sick—he’s sick—but I must be just as sick as him since I can feel myself growing wet from his touch alone.

“Stop—” I try to get out, but Sebastian quickly smacks a hand over my mouth, silencing my pleading.

“Quiet,” he orders gruffly, sounding a little out of breath. He trails a hand to my front, trailing it down my flat stomach until he reaches my clit. I grit my teeth as he pinches it between his fingers. “Gods, you’re a wet little thing…” he mutters, and I shake my head, desperate to deny what we both know is true.

The hand on my mouth tightens, pulling my head back far enough so I’m forced to look up into my monster’s red eyes, my neck bent backwards at a painful angle. He doesn’t even smile at me, his face instead lit up with a heat I don’t think I’ve ever seen in him before.

“Do you understand why you’re being punished, princess?” he asks.

I shut my eyes, like I might not lose any more shreds of my sanity by pretending I’m literally anywhere else, but Sebastian’s low growl of warning leaves me no room to do anything but answer. I nod.

“Are you going to try to escape again?” he asks, and I hurriedly shake my head. I won’t pretend to myself that I’ll never try to escape again, but I know I will never accept help from anyone ever again. I’ll need to work alone and take the consequences of my failures alone.

But that’s assuming Sebastian will even let me out of his sight again.

“Your…friends,” he continues, sounding the word friends like it’s a foreign language, “knew in their hearts there was no chance of escape. And they paid the price for their treachery. So will you.”

Wait…so will I? Is my punishment not over?

As though recognising my sudden realisation, he yanks himself away from me, and before I can even open my mouth, he whips me once more.

And again, and again, and again. Over and over again until I see nothing but red and hear nothing but my own screams. They ricochet off the walls, making their way back to my ears like a million voices screaming alongside me. It’s horrifying, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Only Sebastian can, and after a long, long time, he finally stops.

We both breathe heavily, the only sound in the room other than the crackling, hot fire right in front of me. I’m still way too warm and sweaty, and I’d fucking kill for a bath right now, but my first priority is to get out of these damn restraints.

My wrists and ankles are killing me. I don’t know if I’m bleeding, but I feel sore as hell. I don’t dare open my mouth, though, not until I hear Sebastian toss his whip away and come up behind me again.

“Please,” I gasp as he grabs my throat.

He uses his other hand to shove his pants down, and I only realise what he’s planning when it’s too late. I cry out as he leans down to shove his hard length inside me, spearing me on him and grinding his hard abs against my bruised ass and back.

“Fuck!” I yelp when he begins thrusting in and out of me, but he quickly silences me by shoving several of his fingers into my mouth. Unable to close my mouth, drool quickly builds up, dripping and pooling onto my breasts and the floor.

And his thrusts are unrelenting. His other hand gropes my breasts, all while he takes me like he wants to hurt me—to punish me. I’m writhing and moaning as he keeps going with unrelenting speed, desperately trying to get away yet also unable to deny the buzzing low in my abdomen.

He thrusts all the way into me, pushing a pained yelp out of my mouth. “You belong to me, Anastasia. You’re not free. You don’t have a will of your own anymore. Your life, from the moment I found you, is to be devoted to me, your king and owner.”

I sob at his words.

“Shh, don’t cry.” He leans forward, brushing my tears away with his hand and kissing my neck gently. His cock twitches inside me, yet another attack on my remaining resolve. I throb in response, unable to control myself. “I promise to be good to you, and I promise you’ll be happy.” He thrusts once. “But if you try to escape me again, your next punishment will be much worse than a simple whipping and a good fuck.”

I can’t respond, my words being twisted up in my throat, unable to escape. I instead make a sound that sounds like a strange mix of a moan and a scream as his thrusts continue, harder and deeper this time.

He grips my breast in a rough, possessive hand, twisting the peak until I cry out in a combination of pain and pleasure. With his fingers still stuffed in my mouth, I’m simply forced to take whatever he gives me. Biting him seems to do nothing but make him groan in pleasure like the sick, twisted man he is, and my restraints are as solid as ever.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Sebastian groans, his mouth against my neck. “You were made for me, Anastasia. Such a perfect fit.”

I don’t know how to parse his words, and I’m not sure I even want to try. Instead, I try to wrench my neck away from the drag of his sharp fangs along my sensitive skin, but he quickly grips my hair, keeping me still. A moment later, his fangs pierce my skin, and he sucks deep.

It's such a conflicting sensation, being fed from. It feels intimate and like a horrific violation, but my body doesn’t seem to get the memo. The deep, unrestrained way with which he sucks my blood into his mouth just makes me shiver with pleasure, and the deep, masculine groan that escapes his lips makes me feel like the most important woman in the world.

He clearly loves the taste of me, and I can’t, despite how much I wish I could, deny that the feel of his hot, wet mouth against my neck makes me feel divine like nothing else.

Sebastian pulls away, his thrusts hard and deep, and gives me a kiss to the area he just drank from. “Your taste is something I don’t think I will ever quite get enough of.”

His candid admission does something weird to my heart, but his quickening thrusts override all other thoughts passing through my head. Within moments, he finishes inside me, moaning my name and pushing all the way into me.

Panting, he stays inside me for a few, long moments, still with his fingers in my mouth and a tight grip in my hair. He releases me, then trails a hand down the entire length of my body until he makes it to my clit. He rubs the sensitive area in slow circles, and it doesn’t take long before I’m writhing from pleasure despite the horrific conditions I’m in.

“Please stop,” I beg uselessly, knowing it’s futile yet unable to give in to what I know I feel. “Gods…”

“You know you want this, princess,” Sebastian says, voice deep and firm. “Stop fucking fighting it.”

I come apart with a loud moan, crying out as my release pours through me. It paralyzes me, my limbs shivering and my eyes rolling back into my head as my sensitive ass rubs against Sebastian’s hard abdomen, creating a horrific mixture of pleasure and pain as I come higher and higher until finally, I slump against Sebastian’s tight hold.

Sebastian finally pulls out, placing a foot of distance between us. I give a sharp yelp of pain as he slaps my bruised ass with his hand, like a reminder of the torment he just put me through. “Don’t you ever try something like that again,” he barks at me. “You belong here, girl. With me.”

I hang my head in defeat, terror racking my entire body. Sebastian’s horrific, sadistic display of ownership has ruined me, absolutely fractured me to pieces. I’m not sure there’s much left, but whatever remains, it’s clear Sebastian has laid claim to all my remaining pieces.

“Say it,” he suddenly orders. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I hiccup.

“Good girl,” he says, the praise making me feel warmer than I wish it did.

I startle when Sebastian comes up behind me again, unfastening the cuffs and carefully helping me down. My limbs are useless, and I can’t walk, so he has to carry me in his arms.

Unable to help myself, I cling to him, sniffling and stuffing my face into his chest. The man has just beat me, but I just can’t help myself from clinging to his physical affection and careful touches. I’m too far gone to even care.

He kisses my forehead as he deposits me in a hot bath, one which I didn’t realise had been filled until now. He strips out of his clothing and joins me moments later, pulling me against his chest and comforting me like he’s a completely changed man.

I hate him for what he did to me. Kidnapping me, assaulting me, feeding from me, and hurting me. Yet that doesn’t stop me from burrowing into his chest as I softly cry, seeking comfort like a kitten separated from its mother for too long.

He rubs my hair as he gently scrubs and cleans my wounds. When I look over my shoulder, I see he only broke skin in a handful of places, yet the whip still hurt like hell and left several marks I don’t think will fade anytime soon.

I don’t dare think about that, about having his marks on me. It creates too many conflicting emotions, and right now, I’m too exhausted to sort out what I’m feeling and thinking.

Instead, I lay my head down on the monster’s chest, letting him soothe me until I drift into a deep sleep.

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