Page 7 of Dark Prince

“I told you, you’re mine.” I thrust again, feeling her body shake as she orgasms and I let go, releasing everything I have deep inside her warm cunt.

“No!” She tries to fight me off mid orgasm, which only makes her moan more from the angle of my dick behind inside her and my pubic bone rubbing against her clit.

My entire body throbs as I finish cumming inside her, and I want to wrap her up in my arms and fuck her again. But she has a game to play. I pull out of her, and lift her off the ground. Her underwear are completely torn off, her tit is hanging out of her bra, there are bruises everywhere and her hair is a fucking mess. “Go on little deer, you have a game to finish.” I state, pushing her towards the door I came in.

She turns away from me and looks through the door as I tuck my dick back into my pants and zip up. “I’m not doing this Axel. You’re fucking nuts.”

“The only nuts around here are the ones that I just emptied inside you. Go.” I push at her back until she’s through the door and I close it behind her.

With a sigh, I run my hands over my face, realizing I’m fucking screwed. She slams her body against the door, cussing me out, “I don’t fucking care who you are, I will kill you!” She shouts, trying the handle, but that door won’t open without the special remote I have in my pocket.

“I’ll see you on the other side, little deer.” I shout at her, the same line I used when I took her from the club. She smacks her hand against the door again. “Go on.” I shout, turning away from her.

I head back to the computer room and watch her stumble through the barbed wire room, tripping and cutting herself several times. I tie a piece of my shirt around my arm where she stabbed me, and keep watching. Once she’s through the barbed wire room, I wait impatiently for her to go into the next one. The next one is a trick. It’s nothing but mattresses on the floor. But they’re full of jacks. The first one she’s going to jump on will be a regular mattress, tricking her into jumping to the next one.

She bounces on the first mattress, judging what she’s going to do next. There are a few different mattresses she could jump to, but they’re all the same. I lean up, with the mic ready to go as she leaps into the air.

When she lands, she screams and falls to her knees, screaming some more. I laugh as shaky hands reach down to push up off the mattress. When she stands and moves to the next one, she’s more gentle, not rushing. I watch as her body wobbles, stepping over the mattress filled with jacks.

Her tear soaked face fills my screen as she looks at the next room, completely defeated. “Come on little deer. You’re so close.” I tell her, giving her a sliver of hope.

She pushes through the next room, which is nothing but mirrors, a little funhouse play here. She’s going to have to find her way through there and then she’ll come stumbling into the hallway next to the room I’m in, she’s right fucking there. But as she stands there staring at herself, she doesn’t move. She just looks at her body. She didn’t bother to fix her bra and as her head cocks to the side, she takes a deep breath and removes the bra altogether.

She takes another deep breath, gathering her hair into a bun on her head, and usings the band around her wrist that I didn’t notice before to tie it up. “I’m coming for you Axel.” She says, limping through the mirrors, completely naked with no weapons.

She can say whatever she wants, all of her threats are a moot point at this time, because she’s too weak to do anything and I proved that earlier when I fucked her into the ground and nearly choked her out. She can’t win against me, so why does she keep coming? I’m curious to see what she’ll do though, so I open the door and turn to look down the hallway, waiting for her to come find me.

?Chapter Seven

?Cordelia

When I open the doorin front of me after running into too many fucking mirrors, I’m seething. My anger has never been this fucking untapped. I usually keep it in check, even if I have to kill someone to keep it from spilling over.

My entire fucking body hurts, I’m having trouble breathing, and my feet are fucking killing me. Now, now I have to face this prick of a man so I can go home and soak in a hot bath and get ready for my fucking shift tonight. When I burst through into the hallway, I see him sitting at the end of the hallway, in his chair, smiling with his finger on his temple.

A growl rumbles in my chest as I charge at him, my body burning and screaming at me to run the other way. He licks his lip and sits up, waiting for me. I run straight into him, my chest and knees slamming into his body, knocking him and the chair backwards. I land on him hard, my knees in his chest as I heave for air, exhausted and done with his fucking games. I grab his throat, taking away his air like he did me. But he just fucking smiles at me.

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