Slave

Chapter 1

17 years 342 days after death
TW: assault. Sexual assault

I stare at the now blank television in shock not believing what I had just seen on the battered screen. A hotel to help sinners redeem themselves "this could be it." I whisper to myself hopefully under my breath. I just need to leave before he's done with the shoot. I run around my room frantically trying to pack up my things with a frenzy, as I shove a thong into my bag I hear a dark humorless chuckle behind me causing fear to pulse through my veins, I was frozen solid, I couldn't move if I wanted too.

"And where exactly do you think you're going?" I hear his voice ask behind me his tone smoother than butter. I whip around quickly trying to hide my bag behind me.

I looked Valentino in the eyes feigning innocence while my heart beats erratically out of my chest "I'm not going anywhere." I say the lie obvious in my tone, he cocks an eyebrow calling my bluff.

"Is that so?" He asks eyes drifting to my bag peeking out from behind me. I attempt to swallow back my fear nodding meekly. He nods twice slowly as though pondering my words for a moment before lunging at my throat. His hands wrap around my neck in a vice like grip lifting me up by it before throwing me down on the floor a cry leaves my lips as pain explodes in my skull my hand flies to my wild grey hair. I feel a collar of smoke form around my neck and before I can process what's happening I am being yanked up as Valentino pulls me closer to him.
"You think you can leave me?" He asks caressing my face possessively.

"No Val-" my words are interrupted by his hand swinging against my face, his rings cutting my cheek slightly, a gasp leaves my lips as I grab my face in pain.

"Don't lie to me!" He screams, his tone now harsh and possessive. He yanks me back up fury boiling in his eyes. Tears cascaded down my gold skin as I stutter trying to appease him. He grabs me by the cheeks forcefully boring his eyes into my own. "Why would you ever want to leave me? Hm? Why would you ever want more than what I've given you?" He growls out dangerously not really caring about an answer. a broken sob leaves my throat as I desperately try to shake my head pleading with my eyes.

His hand moves to my neck again pulling me in closer to his chest, he trails his tongue up the side of my face causing goosebumps of disgust to erupt up my body where his tongue touched  "now why would I let my favorite toy go when she tastes this good?" He hums lightly, his eyes searching mine for an answer. I felt broken, hollow, desperate for an escape.

My eyes glare at the ground hiding the pain in them. "You wouldn't." I say my voice alight with the pain that comes with the truth.

A smile grows on his face at my words, a smile that spoke of all the horrible ways he was going to use me. I flinch violently as he raises a hand to my face again. He grabs my jaw forcing my face up to face his pressing his lips against mine hungrily. A noise of surprise leaves my throat as I attempt to push him off of me. His long tongue runs across my bottom lip demanding entry I keep my mouth shut firmly. A growl comes from deep within his chest as he bites my lip hard, I taste the coppery taste of my own blood fill my mouth, a gasp leaves my lips at the taste, taking the opportunity he created, his tongue forces its way in. I whimper in pain as he continues to nibble on the broken flesh of my lip. I place both my hands on his shoulders pushing hard, desperately trying to get him off of me.

He pulls back with a cruel laugh "come on baby, we both know you can't get enough of me" He gives me what can only be described as an evil smile as I spit a mouthful of blood mixed with both our saliva on the floor looking at him, a mixture of hatred and fear in my eyes blurred by the tears.

I cross my arms turning my gaze to a spot on the floor as tears spill down my cheeks. He makes a noise of disapproval as my tears hit the floor "come on now." He says with a sickly sweet tone. He takes two steps forward taking my face into his hands once more "you belong to me and you will behave as such." There's no mistaking the threat in his words I swallow the lump in my throat formed by fear and disgust. before taking in a deep breath. I rise to my tiptoes placing a hesitant wary kiss on his lips he hums in approval "good girl." He murmurs approvingly against my lips before pulling away and moving towards the door.