Page 71 of Vendetta

And when they finally go the silence they leave is deafening. As if all of us are too afraid, to petrified to make a sound.

All we can do now is wait as one by one the women around me are yanked from their cages and hauled out into the bright lights of the corridor beyond.

“I’m so sorry.” Amera whispers beside me. It was just her and me left. Just the two of us. We’d never been that friendly before, in fact I’d go so far as to say she hated me, she saw me as a rival for her father’s affection but suddenly it all felt so trivial, so futile.

“Don’t.” I say quietly. “This wasn’t you. You didn’t do this.”

“My father should have submitted.” She states bitterly.

“Stop Amera.” I say turning to face her but the door opens and we both fall silent as the horrific echoes of the man’s footsteps sound around us.

He opens my cage and yanks me out as I do my best not to fight, not to cry, not to do anything.

He drags me through to what feels like a holding room and I know beyond this is the stage, with all those men. I scowl looking around meeting the eyes of a girl who is watching me intently.

The man ties a leather collar around my neck and a small number hanging off it like a dog tag and then he pushes me forward, closer to her.

She is like me, I realise, at least almost like me. She smiles nodding for the man to release me and I stand shivering under her seductive gaze. Fuck, I think, because this girl is dangerous, this girl is going to strip me down to my most basic instincts and there is nothing I can do stop it. Nothing I can do to fight it.

She steps forward, raising her hand to touch me and I flinch as the fear inside my chest becomes uncontrollable. Does she know what I am? Can she see it? Can she sense it? If she does I’ll be done for. I’ll have so much more to fear than just the lecherous men beyond the curtain.

“Relax.” She says. I shake my head snarling but she just tuts, brushing her fingers against my cheek and I melt as her Magic seeps into me and I can no longer fight.

My mind goes blank, my thoughts empty, and my fear dissolves and worst of all the Creature deep inside me stirs.

The girl smiles almost secretively as if she knows what has happened inside me and then she takes my hand guiding me out as the curtains open in unison.

I’m in the Great Hall. Or what is left of it. The stage is surrounded by them; the Warlords, the Kings, the Knights who have taken this castle, who have slain King Rufus but I don’t see them. I can’t see anything but her. This raven haired girl in front of me.

She turns saying something, speaking to her audience and they shift in their seats. I look at them then, seeing the desire in their eyes and it matches to the deep want of the thing inside me. The Creature I’ve kept at bay so long. The Creature I have beaten into submission.

Only now she is alive, she is awake, and she is ready to live again.

The girl steps forward, right up to me and I shake my head taking a step away, wanting to run, wanting to flee but her hands are on me and her Magic is in me before I can take even one step and I am trapped. Caught in her web.

She pulls my dress from my shoulders and I vaguely register it falling to my feet, though I feel the cool air around me, making my skin turn to goosebumps.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” The girl says and I feel myself flushing under her gaze as her Magic overrides all my thoughts, all my fears, everything. All I can feel now is an incandescent desire permeating through every cell of my being.

Her lips brush against mine and I gasp as her tongue forces itself inside my mouth. I want to pull back, to push her away but her Magic is too strong and the Creature inside me is starting to take over, to consume me, to dominate.

“Don’t fight it.” She says quietly before leading me over to a table and like an obedient dog I walk.

Somewhere a man is talking, but I don’t hear his words, my focus is on her, on the girl in front of me and the Creature inside that was ready to surrender entirely to whatever she wants to do to me.

“Please..” I manage to stammer but if I’m honest I’m not sure if I am begging for help or begging for her to touch me again.

She kisses me, more urgently, and my body responds as if someone has lit a match and I am on fire. She reaches around and unhooks my bra and as it falls she places her palms on my breasts and the Creature inside me is set loose. It screams in my head, stretching, taking over my body and for a moment I lose all control, all meaning.

The girl twirls my hardened nipples and I groan.

“Good girl.” She mutters but I don’t hear her words. The Creature is in me and it was loving every minute of this. Wanting more, wanting to be used, wanting to be touched. Needing it after being in the cold so long.

The girl pushes me onto the table and as she straps my hands and legs into the shackles I become aware that I am naked, exposed, but I can’t remember when it happened. My breath catches and my body shivers as I struggle to get control. She turns the table slowly from right to left, and the men lean in, getting a good look at what they could purchase as my legs are spread wide and my pussy is exhibited for them all.

I shut my eyes trying to focus but her Magic is too strong and the Creature inside me is surging, desperate to take over.

The table stops. The girl climbs up beside me and as her lips find mine her fingers begin sliding down my body, teasing, playing, titillating for all the men watching to enjoy. I don’t want her to do it, I want her to stop, to get off me, but the Creature wants it, it wants it all. It groans and my mouth lets out a long low moan of satisfaction as her fingers slide between my inner thighs.

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