Caged Temptress | 18+

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minify (verb)- to diminish, in appearance or reality

EVA PETROV

"Finish the job, princess."

Chris, Damian's lackey, is tied to one of the chairs in the living room is in front of me.

His blood drips from his face and soaks into the carpet.

It's the only thing I can focus on.

David was waiting for me when I stepped outside the club and I could tell something was wrong by the silence in the car.

He left me to come up to the penthouse by myself and when the elevator doors opened Damian was waiting. Drinking a beer on the couch while Chris was unconscious on the chair next to him.

And a knife on the coffee table.

That knife was now being pressed into my right hand with Damian's fingers around mine tightening the grip.

Chris was awake now.

Eyes begging for something I can't quite place because of Damian's proximity. His breath was against my left ear as he held his body against mine.

A slight tremor goes through my every nerve.

Fear.

"Hold it tight and stab it straight into his chest."

I shake my head again. This is the eleventh time since I stepped out of the elevator, not being able to find any words.

"You kill him and you get to go to bed. Now do it," Damian orders harshly. His knuckles whiten around my hand as I refuse the hold the knife.

"Just...just let him go." My voice cracks as tears line my waterline.

"No one disrespects me. You know the rules and now you need to be good and obey, princess."

His words. His arrogant words slap me out of my daze. 

"Fuck you," I spit at him and turn the knife around in his grip. It effectively hits his side, but not before cutting into the skin covering my ribcage.

I fall over from the stinging pain, but Damian is hardly affected. Instead of yelling or shouting, he just laughs bitterly.

"David, come here." I watch carefully as David emerges from around the corner, no doubt watching the interaction.

He doesn't spare me a single pitying look. We both know I've fucked up.

"Wild as ever, princess. You know it's amusing how after two years of keeping you, I still can't seem to tame you properly."

His eyes make a quick motion and I watch, holding my cut, as David moves to untie Chris who seems to have a change in attitude.

"I've grown fond of you, princess. You should be glad I'm trying to teach you instead of just throwing you away."

Damian forces my attention back on him by squatting down and tightly gripping my hair. "I'll never kill someone for you. Do it yourself bastard."

He shakes his head disapprovingly, "Time for a lesson, birdie."

He glances over at Chris who is rubbing his bloody wrists and is about to bark an order. I know what's coming next.

I knew there was no point in running but I did it anyway.

"Get her."

Those were the only two words Chris needed before he followed the command like a hunting dog eager to please its owner.

Racing into my bedroom, I hastily pushed the door closed only to have it slammed open and knock into my head. The force of it succeeded into my vision blurring as Chris dragged me back towards the living room.

My head was pushed against the glass of the coffee table as Chris held my wrists together.

Be it kicking, screaming, of violently flailing my body. All efforts were useless as my sweatshirt was pulled up and the cold air hit my bare skin.

A second later a whipping sound flew through the air until it ended with a sharp my pain against my back.

My bloodcurdling screams filled the room with hit after hit.

23.

I thought it was finally over after a bloodied belt was tossed on the ground, but he wasn't done yet as his hands moved to remove my sweatpants.

I started to squirm again in Chris's hold and could feel each new cut as well as the one against my side opening.

"Looks like you've still got some fight in you." Damian chuckled as he effortlessly pinned my kicking down and pulling off the clothing covering my bottom half. "That's good, I like that about you."

He pauses as if in thought, but instead roughly pushes himself into me. My scream is muffled his time by one of Damian's hands.

"It's too bad I need you to follow my orders, princess."

Long after my body went numb from the pain, he was finally finished. He pulled out and Chris let go, but Damian doesn't leave unless he has the last word.

"Next time I tell you to finish a job, you do it. Remember this bit good and well, little bird" and with that he left me there.

I laid there on the cold glass with my blood now mixing into the carpet as the sun began to rise in the early morning.

Watching as the dark sky slowly began to lighten.