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"You talk about people leaving anyway, and my worth but you've made damn sure that I won't ever get the chance to find out! I'll never get the chance to see if there's anyone out there who could value me for who I am, because I'll die here, alone." Vice looks at her, his expression unreadable. "Don't forget, Ivy. This was you're choice." He says, as he raised and eyebrow.

"Oh, here we go! The "It was you're choice" card! You conveniently forget the reason I made that choice. James was dying. Alice was going to lose her father! What choice did I have? Stand by and watch him wither away?

“Yes,” Vice roared, his anger now taking hold of him. “Like everyone else in this world, but instead you choose to let you're daughter grow up thinking that love is sacrificing yourself for another person’s happiness.” Vice snarled.

Ivy’s anger gave way to a deep sadness. In that moment she knew he was right. Her eyes dropped to the floor once more unable to look at him. "I... I hoped I was helping make things better for Alice," Ivy choked out, the words punctuated by ragged sobs. Her entire body trembled; a fragile leaf caught in a hurricane. The weight of her actions, the desperate gamble she'd taken, now pressed down on her with suffocating force, threatening to crush her.

A cold, dismissive snort filled the air. "Hope? A foolish emotion in my opinion." He brought his face closer, his shadow engulfing Ivy, making her feel smaller, more insignificant. "You traded one prison for another, Ivy. You belong to me now. Your life, you're choices. All belong to me, to do with as I see fit. AndI have no doubt you'll be a good little toy, driven by you're need to please."

Ivy's voice was shaking, yet a fierce resolve burned in her eyes, a defiant spark against the encroaching darkness. "I may be you're prisoner, Vice, but you will never break me. You can take whatever you want from me, but you can never take away the love I have for my daughter. And that's a strength you will never understand." She lifted her chin, a small act of rebellion in the face of overwhelming odds. Her words were a shield, a desperate attempt to protect the core of her being from his poisonous influence.

Vice merely smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips that sent a shiver down Ivy's spine. There was no warmth in it, only a chilling promise of what was to come. "We shall see, Ivy. We shall see just how strong that love is and how far I can push it…" The words hung in the air, heavy with implied threats, a suffocating premonition of the torment he intended to inflict. The air crackled with tension, the unspoken question hanging between them: how far would he go? And how much could Ivy endure to protect the one thing she held dear?

Ivy thrashed against Vice, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Get off me!" she spat, the words forced out through gritted teeth, a mixture of fury and fear shining in her eyes. Her muscles strained against his hold, but he was bigger, stronger.

"You really think you can tell me what to do?" Vice sneered, his voice a low, menacing growl that sent a shiver down her spine despite her anger. His grip tightened around Ivy's wrists, the pressure almost painful, a clear demonstration of his power over her. His nails dug into her flesh. Everyfrustrated twitch of her body only amused him, fueling his cruel confidence. He clearly relished her struggle.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she felt his warm breath on her neck. His fingers traced the delicate skin just below her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Why are you doing this?" she spat out, trying to keep the tremble from her voice.

Vice leaned in, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Because I can," he murmured, his lips brushing against the softness of her neck. His other hand slid down to her lower back, pulling her firmly against him. "And because I know want you crave," he added, his voice a low growl that seemed to vibrate through her very core.

His hand wandered under her shirt, his rough fingertips grazing past the tattoo on her stomach. She gasped when he reached the waistband of her skirt, her eyes flying open in a mix of fear and unwanted arousal. "No," she whispered, her voice strained as she felt his hand sliding down further.

Vice's smirk grew more pronounced as he felt the heat emanating from her body. He took her feeble protest as encouragement, his hand finding its way under her skirt. He chuckled darkly at her desperate pleas, enjoying the power he had over her. His fingertips grazed the damp lace of her panties, and she squirmed against the wall, trying to escape his touch. "You're so wet for me, Ivy," he taunted, his voice a sinister purr that seemed to resonate in the very air around them.

Ignoring her cries of protest, Vice hooked his thumb under the elastic of her panties and tore them away, the sound echoing through the cold stone chamber. Ivy's eyes widened inshock and humiliation as she was left exposed to his hungry gaze. She felt a rush of chilly air against her sensitive skin, and a wave of vulnerability washed over her, making her body quiver.

"You're mine now," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His hand found her slick folds, his fingers sliding through her wetness with a sense of ownership that made her stomach twist in a knot of fear and arousal. "Say it," he demanded, his fingers circling her clit with a maddening gentleness.

"No," she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to ignore the sparks of pleasure that his touch elicited. But the word came out as more of a whimper than a protest. She could feel her body responding despite her mind screaming at her to resist.

Vice's chuckle grew deeper, more triumphant, as he felt her wetness coating his fingers. He continued to rub her gently, his touch deliberately teasing and light, keeping her on the edge of pleasure. "You can't hide from this, Ivy," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You're mine to play with."

Her eyes flew open as he inserted two thick fingers into her, stretching her tight entrance without mercy. Ivy's back arched, and she couldn't hold back the moan that tore from her throat. "No," she managed to choke out, her voice filled with desperation. But the word was drowned in the symphony of gasps and moans that escaped her as he began to move his hand in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Vice's smile grew even wider as he watched her squirm, his thumb pressed hard on her clit. He leaned in, his mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss that made her taste the metallic tang of fear and lust. She felt the tip of his tongue probing herlips, demanding entry, and she bit back a whine as she realized that she was responding to his advances despite herself.

He let go of her wrists as his other hand slid down to her breast, his calloused thumb flicking over her hardened nipples through the fabric of her shirt. Ivy's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - anger, fear, and a burning need that she wishes she could deny. She hated him for what he was doing to her, but her body had a mind of its own, begging for more of his touch.

"Please," she whimpered, not sure if she was asking for mercy or for him to continue. The way his eyes lit up with victory told her all she needed to know. He was enjoying her torment, feeding off her unwilling arousal.

With a cruel twist of his hand, he curled his fingers inside her, stroking a spot that had her toes curling and her hips bucking against his hand. Ivy's protests turned to moans, the sound of them bouncing off the ancient stones of the castle walls. She felt the first tremors of an unwanted climax building deep within her.

Vice's tongue slid into her mouth, tangling with hers in a dance of dominance. His free hand continued to pinch and roll her nipple, the sensations a confusing mix of pain and pleasure that sent bolts of electricity straight to her core. She tried to fight him, but her body refused to do as her mind willed it to do, moving in sync with his, her breathing matching the rhythm of his relentless strokes.

"Say it," he demanded again, pulling back just enough to allow her to speak, his voice a gruff whisper filled with need. "Tell me you're mine, Ivy."

Her eyes searched his, a storm of defiance brewing within them. "No," she spat, her voice trembling with the effort of keeping her body still.

Vice's eyes narrowed, his smile slipping for a moment. He increased the pressure on her clit, watching as she gasped and writhed against him. "Say it," he growled, his voice low and threatening.

But Ivy clamped her mouth shut, her jaw tightening. "No," she managed threw gritted teeth, the words a faint echo of the fiery determination she felt.

Vice's smug expression faltered, his eyes flashing with irritation. He withdrew his fingers, leaving her panting and trembling against the wall. Her body was on fire, desperately craving the release she had been denied. "Fine," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "If that's how you want to play it."

With a swift move, he spun her around and bent her over a nearby table, her palms flat against the cool wood. He stepped closer, the heat of his body searing hers. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass, a cruel reminder of his power over her. Ivy's heart raced, her breath coming in shallow pants as she anticipated what was to come.

"You think you can deny me?" he hissed, his hand reaching around to cup her breast. "You're dead wrong, Ivy." His voice was a dark promise that she knew he could force from her.