Page 18 of Scarred in Silence

“You will stay wherever I tell you to.”

I swallow the dense air surrounding me. My throat feels constricted. He moves his hand to my neck, and he squeezes lightly on each side, causing my eyes to roll slightly at the pressure.

He knows me. Lucien knows I enjoy knowing he could kill me at any moment. He knows I fantasize about death.

My lips part as he stares into me with his golden eyes. They are the lightest of brows and glow so brilliantly.

“You will prove your loyalty to me. Only then will you be free.”

His grip tightens almost as a warning when I try to nod. I feel wetness running down the inside of my leg. I clench my thighs together to give myself some relief, but he notices. He smirks.

“I need more than your pussy’s loyalty.” He winks as he releases my neck.

I catch my breath and shoot him a glare.

“I need your mind, your soul, and your pussy—got it, baby?” He flashes me a devilish grin.

“No.”

He places his hand on my lower back and pulls me into him. His breath on my neck has me squirming to get out of my skin.

“You will prove yourself. You don’t have a choice,” he whispers into the shell of my ear.

He then sinks his teeth into my neck, sucking as his tongue swirls around on my skin. I let out a soft moan. He immediately pulls back.

“Do you fucking understand?” He sounds nervous and angry.

“Y-yes…” I admit. Lucien can be so scary when he is at war with himself. I know he had an altercation like this with his brother, Damien, and let’s just say it didn’t end well.

The last thing I want to do is be on the receiving end of Lucien’s wrath.

He turns to walk away from me. I stand still, gripping my towel tightly around my tiny frame.

He stops at the base of the ladder, turning to look at me once more.

“Why did you do it?”

I pinch my brows together, wondering what the Hell he is talking about.

“W-what?”

“Why did you become a real fucking whore?”

My lip quivers.

“I… I didn’t… I just needed money…”

“Exactly. You’re nothing but a fucking whore.”

He looks me up and down, disgust written all over his face.

“You used to be my whore. You used to beg me to fuck you. Now, you beg everyone. Now, you’re not so special. Are you?”

Tears threaten my eyes. I press my eyes shut, wanting to vanish. He can’t be serious. I gave myself to him for years. He will leave me here to rot. I should have fought harder, but I trusted him. He always saved me.

He’s not my savior. He’s my fucking death sentence.

I let the tears flow as I stand naked in the concrete cell. Suddenly, the room feels cold. I feel alone. No one sees me. No one can hear me.