Creatures of The Dark

Chapter XIV

"Lucius, I missed you," he moved like lightning, pressing me to the door that had just shut behind me. I had just barely healed from my last whipping, brutal enough that I hadn't been able to walk for days. The Dark King gripped my wrists, his hands encompassing the cursed cuffs. My ravaged back was forced into the hard surface behind me. I swallowed a groan of pain, black dots decorating my vision momentarily.

His mouth was on my neck. His breathing was heavy against my skin as if he was trying to inhale the pain. I jerked away though there was nowhere to go. He slammed me hard against the door, and nothing could stop the sound that left my mouth as pain lanced down my spine. He hit me hard then gripped my jaw to turn me back towards him. The Dark King dipped once more, licking the trail of blood that had leaked from my mouth.

Hands were on me, pulling me roughly off the bed. He all but threw me across the room. I hit the bed post, hardly having a moment to recover before he was on me again. My head hit the floor as I was thrown to the floor. The sounds of drunken laughter filled the air, snickers. There were several males in the room. His tongue was down my throat, his grip bruising my hip. I shook my head desperately trying to gain control. I was in Neulight. I was in Neulight.

Someone's hands were in my hair, reeling me back before slamming my head back against the floor. He pressed my face down into the bed, his hands gripping my hair. I cried out, jerking viciously against their grasp. More laughter, deep and careless. Their faces swam in my vision, five– maybe six. The male gripping me pulled me up, his touch like knives. Another crouched in front of me. Blood trickled against my temple. My jaw clenched, breathing heavy.

"What do you want?" I seethed.

He spat in my face. I shut my eyes against it, hatred and embarrassment washing over me. When I opened my eyes the male's face held nothing but venom, a snake left too long without prey. The males laughed and snickered at my expense.

"You," he hissed, "Are no prince to me. He had us kneel to the likes of you. You are nothing but the dark fae's bitch." I paled, jerking away from the male. The male behind me held me firm.

I snarled, "What do you want?"

He tutted, feinting a disappointed look. "I thought you were taught to use your mouth better?" Bile rose in my throat, and I started to struggle profusely. I wrenched harshly in my captor's grip to no avail. I twisted sharply, freeing my arm and elbowing the male behind me in the groin. He cried out, releasing me to grip his wounded pride. I hardly had a chance to stand before the male in charge was upon me.

Dizzy, I dodged his first hit; his second blow landed. I punched him square in the nose. Blood trickled from where I had broken his skin. Other males rushed me. The feeling of their skin on mine was enough to send nausea coursing through me as fiercely as the fear. They slammed be across the wall, the bedside table falling with a crash. The golden crown clinked against the ground, discarded in the chaos. I kneed one in the stomach only to be struck by another. I stomped at their feet furiously, a scream at my throat. The male in charge rushed forward, hurling his hand against my open mouth.

My eyes shut hard, memories threatening to consume me. I jerked away, but his grip was iron. My teeth sunk into the male's palm. A string of obscenities left his mouth as he tried to pull away. I didn't let go until a metallic taste filled my mouth, blood coating my tongue. It was my turn to spit in his face. I was flung back against the wall, the males struggling to hold me in place. I watched, satisfied, as his crimson coated his face. Gone was the drunken laughter of my assaulters. The room was filled with pulsating anger.

"Hold him still, dammit!" More hands gripped me. At my hesitation, he backhanded me, hard enough for the room to spin angrily. He pressed himself on me, violating. I fought for purchase, fought to drag myself to the present. The males were ripping at my shirt, a thin linen tunic meant to be slept in. They tore it from my body, leaving my torso exposed. One ripped a strip from the clothing and pressed it against my mouth in a makeshift gag. I tried to bite him too, but someone was holding my head still. I thrashed furiously and caught someone's chin with my elbow. Fists pummeled into my stomach.