cursed by you┊. ➶ ˚lee felix

twelve

He sat down at a dining table and asked Ara to stand behind him until he finished eating. 

There were other people there, and Ara kept her head down and arms in front of her, like he'd instructed. 

Though she'd noticed what he'd said about revealing outfits was true. 

Most of the female servants were wearing bikinis, or workout clothes. In the middle of winter. 

"Ara, get me some cold water," Felix said, and she nodded hurriedly and rushed into the kitchen.

"U-uh, excuse me?" She asked one of the women cooking, "can I have a glass of water?"

She gave her a pitiful sigh when she told her it was for the Prince.

"My, my, you poor girl," another one said, "the Prince is a real beast. He's so obsessed with torturing his toys, he even does it for no reason."

I'm his TOY now!?

"Stay out of trouble, dear," she said, giving her a glass to fill water with, "it's sad enough to see you in such a state when you were just bought yesterday."

Ara half-mindedly gave the cup of water to Felix, who handed it over to his friend next to him.

She snapped back to reality when he threw the glass at the wall, and it shattered. 

"You bitch!" He glared at Ara, "I asked for cold water, not hot water!"

The whole table had gone quiet, and everyone was staring at Felix. 

Ara felt the weight of what she'd done as Felix stood up, excused himself with a smile, and dragged her out the room.

"F-Felix, I'm sorry! I d-didn't do it on purpose!" Ara begged for him to let her go, but he pulled her into the torture room, slammed the door, and threw her onto the floor.

"Princess, what were my three rules? Remind me," Felix asked, smiling dangerously.

Ara looked down at her hands, shaking, "1-1-, don't leave the room w-without permission, 2, don't make eye contact w-with any of the other vampires, a-and 3... don't d-disobey you."

"Exactly," he picked her up by her left arm and dragged her to the chains that were hanging from the roof.

"F-Felix, please, don't! I swear it won't happen again! I'm sorry, so p-please, don't, I didn't do it on purpose!" Ara cried as he locked her wrists with the shackles. 

Her legs were just hanging above the floor, and she felt her heart beating rapidly as he let go of her hands, and she was hanging from the roof. 

Felix was taller than her, and he looked down at her terrified face with a smirk.

"It's so satisfying to see you begging," he said, walking over to the torture tools and picking up a knife.

"Felix! I swear on my life I didn't do it on purpose!"

"You know what I hate more than anything?" He pointed the knife at her neck, "Lies."

"But I'm not lying!" Ara cried, tears running down her face.

Felix ignored her, "you were complaining about how tight your clothes were," 

he reached the knife behind her back and cut the dress off, "maybe I should just strip every piece of clothing off your body and kiss your bare skin."

"NO! NO PLEASE DON'T," Ara screamed in embarrassment as her clothes fell off, leaving just her bra and underwear.

 Felix traced his fingers on her waistline, making a disappointed sound.

"Maybe I should starve you. Your waist certainly isn't curvy enough to match my expectations."

"I don't fucking care what you think of my waistline!" Ara spat, regretting it after seeing the expression on his face. 

"What was that, princess?" Felix said threateningly, raising his eyebrows at her. 

"I- I meant-"

Felix walked over to the fireplace and pulled out the stoker. Ara noticed it had a print of a crown on the end.

"Waitwaitwaitwait! She said, panicking as he brought the hot iron closer to her exposed back, "what are you doing!?"

"Branding you, of course," Felix said as if it were obvious, "so each time you think of disobeying me, cursing at me, or running away from me, you'll remember who you live up expectations for, who owns you... and who punishes you."

He placed the branding stick on her back, and Ara screamed so loud her throat hurt. But it was nothing compared to the pain on her back. 

It was blinding, burning, and so painful that even when he took it off, the pain still seared through her body.

She gasped, hiccuping in between crying as her back burnt in agony. Felix pulled a chair and sat in front of her, looking at her teary eyes with satisfaction. 

"Hurts, doesn't it?" He smiled, "torture is my hobby, princess. You'll learn to enjoy it since you'll be spending more lovely time with me."