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“To find love and romance and have very fat children to spoil with a prince charming by your adoring side?” he filled in the rest for her and watched how her face faded.

Hades made a disgusted sound from the back of his throat, hands resting on his hips, he leaned down until his face was in hers, she reared back, his hand fisting in the back of her hair stopped the motion, he yanked her head back to better look at him.

His voice very quiet.

"Who would ever look twice at you, sweet love?" he licked the side of her face, sucked on her neck and smirked when she tried to recoil into her shell as she always did. "You're trash, my little fuck-toy, and you'll always be trash."But you're my trash and I want you so fucking badly.“So, I’d use your Christmas wish more wisely because if there’s a day I’m dead, you’ll be left with the others. I’m your only saving grace here, remember that. Your cushion between you and them is me and you ought to start showing me some gratitude for the shit I don’t allow them to do with you.”

There was no need to say more, the weight of his words landed on her and she began crying, curling her arms around her knees, she sobbed so hard, so loud it was an orgasm for his senses as the noise flashed through his spine making him shiver.

She was so fucking broken in that moment, a china doll with all her pieces in the wrong places. He cut her off sharply, not wanting to ruin this beautiful gift by spilling come on the goddamn floor, he wrenched her to her feet.

“Let’s celebrate our new deal.” Something in his chest was reaching, making the pull of that next breathe more difficult.

Excitement.

He was excited,happy, even, to taste her submission when she pulled her arm from his grip but walked ahead of him right where he wanted her to go, like his fuck-toy just knew what he needed before he did.Perfect.

“I hate you.” He caught her whispered sentiment and Hades began to laugh and laugh loud following her at a slower pace. Yeah, he felt happy.

Oh, look at her, walking like she’s going to her doom.So pretty and pathetic.

“And a happy holiday to you too, my sweetest love.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“Under my skin.”

Seasons passed, the years clicked numbers one after the other and he tested her time and again. But the girl never did try to run again. It was as though seeing the photos of her family brought the catalyst to her granting him her obedience over every aspect of her life, for what it was. Oh, he tested her, when she wasn’t looking, he purposely permitted the entrance way door to be left unlocked, wide open sometimes, Hades would stand back out of sight, while the club was heaving with members, other times it was barren of any other soul around and the girl would cautiously walk up to it, kind of inhale the cold air breezing in from outside, she’d stand there for a long time, watching, doing nothing.

He found she particularly enjoyed looking at the snow and for a crazy second, he thought about driving her up to the mountains where it was thick and deep and letting her … play.

She never tried to run again and from that day he allowed the girl free rein in his club. She became a somewhat of a dogsbody, she brought him food, she cooked and cleaned for everyone. She was his yes girl.

Oh, her punishments continued.

His men enjoyed her most of all.

She still spat her infuriation and hatred at him but now she was beautifully, irreversibly soul destroyed.

She was seriously ridiculous and pathetic and beneath him, yet at odd times, he found himself in the middle of whatever shady underhanded deal he was embroiled with, seeking her out, sending one of his men to bring her to him, so he could needle her, taunt her with stories of pain and agony.

Just to have her close to him.

He’d stand her before him and ask her was she sorry, to see that confused panicked look cross her insipid eyes while he bit the inside of his cheek to hold back his wicked grin. She always ended by saying she was very sorry and it wouldn’t happen again while her small hands wrung together in front of her body with her pleading little girl eyes pooling with water.

It was far too easy and altogether enjoyable to watch her squirm.

He’d leave her a few days, telling every man there to not touch her in any way, not even a tit grope, and he’d slyly watch her as she surveyed everyone in her cautious way she had of ghosting around the club, blending into the walls and fixtures, bracing herself for the physical abuse, only when it didn’t come her shoulders would drop and her tiny mind searching desperately for answers.

Occasionally his twisted enjoyment came from when he made her watch while he fucked a club slut whowantedon his dick.See how wet she is when I sink in, sweet love? Hear her begging for this big dick harder.Looking for signs of jealousy, of hints of envy of what she could have if she only relaxed into it, instead the girl with her lip curling would commentate on the intelligence of the slut if she wantedhimto fuck her right to the other bitch’s face, much to his amusement. He came harder with her watching him.

Outside of the club, it was easier to forget the slave he owned. When he was dealing with matters of money he forgot the girl like she never existed. But the moment he approached outside on his bike and he stepped inside, the punch of his ownership overcame him, and he was once again beastlike in his acts of terror and mind torture.

He thrived on the fear she emanated with every shudder.

She shouldn’t be so damn appealing in her anguish and he might’ve forgotten her existence. When in fact, lately, the girl was all he thought about.

She was carrying food from somewhere to somewhere else, he didn’t fucking know the details, nor did he care who she was fetching for, his eyes watched and roamed before he bellowed for her to come to him.

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