Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“She’s quite the prize,” the second henchman added, stepping closer so that I could see his black shoes on the floor behind me. “Bet she can’t wait to be fucked by both of you. Over and over.”
“She’ll serve her purpose,” Marcus replied coolly, his grip on the leash tightening a bit. There was a note of warning in his voice, a subtle command that silenced the henchmen’s laughter. “And she’s mine to train. Delacroix will have her when I’m done.”
I could almost feel the henchmen exchanging a look. I pictured their amusement dimming slightly under Marcus’ steely gaze. They backed off, but not without one last lingering look at my exposed body as Marcus used the leash to raise me up. My skin crawled under their scrutiny, and I bit down on my lip to keep from whimpering at the mingled shame and fear they had inspired.
“Come,” Marcus ordered, tugging the leash gently.
I followed him, each step a battle against the humiliation that threatened to overwhelm me. As we approached the grand staircase, the echoes of the henchmen’s crude remarks lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of my new reality.
“Careful on the stairs, Sophia,” Marcus warned, his voice a low, velvet murmur that sent shivers down my spine. The leash tugged at my collar, and I stumbled slightly, finding my footing on the first marble step of the grand staircase. The splendor of Delacroix’s chateau enveloped me—gilt finishes gleaming under the dim light, mirrors reflecting our journey upward.
“Your life will be simpler when you accept your role,” he continued, his tone conveying a kind of dark promise. “You have no choice but to serve Delacroix and anyone else he sees fit. If you resist in the slightest, you will be severely punished.”
The words cut through me. My training with Malleus had prepared me for submission, but the harshness of Marcus’ reminder stung deeply. The collar felt tighter around my neck, suddenly.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. At least Malleus’ training helped with that part: the automatic answers that could create a facade of compliance. My skin prickled under the weight of his gaze every time I sensed him turning around to check on me.
“Keep your head bowed, Sophia,” Marcus said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “There’s no point in hiding what you are now. You are Monsieur Delacroix’s fucking piece, and you mustn’t try to pretend otherwise.”
In the brutality of his words I thought I could discern the wish to make my life easier. Each phrase seemed calculated to help me embrace my submission, in a way that—unless it was all just wishful thinking—reflected actual care for me.
“Yes, sir,” I repeated, though the humiliation burned through me. We reached the landing, and he led me down a corridor adorned with extravagant tapestries and antique furniture.
“Here is where you’ll sleep,” Marcus announced, pushing open a heavy oak door. The room was small but luxurious, with real cloth wallpaper and a comfortable bed that contrasted starkly with the confines of my situation. “This hallway is the concubines’ quarters. Monsieur’s bedroom is around the corner. When it’s time, I’ll bring you there for your first fucking.”
“Thank you, sir,” I murmured, the words hollow as they left my lips. He didn’t allow me time to dwell on it, pulling me towards another door.
“Now, to the bathroom,” he instructed, his grip firm yet guiding. The bathroom was pristine, every surface gleaming. My reflection in the mirror showed a young woman stripped bare of her former life, now only a vessel of submission.
“Relieve yourself,” he ordered, pointing to the porcelain toilet. His eyes bored into mine, demanding obedience and more. “Pee in front of me.”
“Please,” I began, my voice trembling. My bladder, which had troubled me only slightly on the way from Legeria City, suddenly felt much, much too full. But I couldn’t pee that way, with him watching. Even Malleus hadn’t made me do that.
“Now,” he interrupted, the force of his dominance unmistakable.
Heat flushed through me, not just from embarrassment but from the conflicting emotions roiling within.
With shaky steps, I moved to the toilet, conscious of every inch of my exposed skin. Sitting down, I felt the cold porcelain against my thighs, a stark contrast to the heat burning inside me. My bladder was painfully full, but the mortification of being watched made every muscle tense.
“Look at me,” Marcus commanded, his voice softer yet unyieldingly firm. “Keep your eyes on me.”
I lifted my gaze, locking onto his piercing blue eyes. The intensity of his stare stripped away any remaining façade of dignity. My body trembled, struggling to obey his command, the act of peeing suddenly an insurmountable challenge under his scrutiny.
“Let go, Sophia,” he urged, his tone unexpectedly gentle, yet the demand clear. The pressure built, my body fighting against my mind’s resistance.