They Call him Demon

Chapter 8 (M)

Casper's POV

The whip came down on my back over and over and over again. I was a bawling mess and I could feel my eyes puff up beneath the blindfold. Sweat pooled on my forehead and neck and my throat was sore from all my muffled screams. Damon wouldn't stop. He really was a demon. A monster.

"M-MRPH!" I continued to sob and I prayed that the searing pain would stop. I thought back to the warning that Enzo gave me and I now knew firsthand why he was so serious about it. I could imagine the blood oozing from my split skin and dripping down my tortured back but Damon continued to bring the whip down, fulfilling his uncontrollable blood lust.

He stopped. He was probably admiring his work on my back as if it was a canvas he had been painting on. My weeping and sniffling was the only thing that could be heard in the room. He suddenly grabbed the back of my head and chuckled dangerously close to my ear.

"Pretty." My irregular breathing came to a halt. I froze in fear. Not that I could be even more terrified. He finally undid my gag.

"Stop! No more! Let me go and you'll never have to deal with me again! I-I promise I'll stay out of your way. P-please, just let me go." My words came out in a breathless stutter and I kept stumbling over my own tongue. It was hard speaking through hiccups and drool was dripping out of my mouth. I couldn't stop shivering nor could I stop the tears flowing. I want to go back to the orphanage. I never thought I'd ever think such a thing but at least I would be safe back there. This was hell. Anywhere would be better than this burning monstrous hell.

"Aww. We're having so much fun though. It'd be a shame to cut our session short, Cassy."

His grip tightened around my hair but it didn't hurt as much as the excruciating pain on my back.

"No! I'm begging you. I'll do anything else..." I trailed off in a whisper. I knew I was negotiating with a brick wall. Nothing I said was going to change Damon's mind and I clenched my jaw knowing I was going to suffer some more.

I felt a tug at the waist of my uniform trousers. Once again, I froze.

I started panting hard at the implication. "NO! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I was practically yelling. Through my sobs of course. I'm going to get raped. I'm scared. Just what did I do to deserve all this?

Damon's ice-cold hands slid down further and further. I kneeled there helplessly.

"It's either this or more lashes. Your choice, Cassy." This asshole wasn't giving me much of a choice because either way I would end up in pain. He was making my blood boil up in anger. And by the way, I HATED the nickname he gave me.

I stayed in silence weighing up both options. If my back wasn't already smothered in wounds and blood, I would've chosen the lashes in a heartbeat. There was no way in hell I was getting fucked by this psycho. But then again, I didn't feel like dying from blood loss.

"Choose," he demanded in a low, impatient growl.

I gritted my teeth, feeling pissed off. "I don't want to, you fucker. You're sick."

He snorted in response. "I'll continue then." I was utterly helpless.

His large hand slithered past the waistband of my underwear and he was closing in on my hole from behind me. I still couldn't see anything but I screwed my eyes shut. It's my first time and it's being taken from me like this. My heart sank at that thought. One finger forcefully pushed its way into me and I groaned in discomfort. The muscles in that area cramped up at the feeling of an intruder and all I could do was shut up and take it. I was vulnerable - I couldn't say anything that would rile him up and cause me even more pain.

He kept on fingering me, squirming around inside until he added another finger.

"Ugh, no!" I cried out at the forceful entry. This is disgusting.

Another finger and I felt like I was being ripped apart. He continued to pull out and thrust in and I couldn't help but tense. I heard that sexual activities create pleasure for both parties, but to no extent did I experience any sort of gratification. I felt sick again and I swallowed multiple times to not throw up.

"Does it feel good, Cassy?" I practically could hear Damon's satisfied grin throw his mocking tone.

"No, it fucking hurts," I snarled through my teeth.

He traced the wounds on my back with his free hand and I hissed in agony.

"Liar. Look how tight you are."

"Let me go. I want-" I paused. I'd imagine other people would say 'I want to go home' in this kind of situation but I realised I didn't have a home. Or parents who would tell me everything will be okay. I was alone in this cruel world and nobody would come save me. Nobody loved me. The tears just kept on coming. I was better off going along with everything Damon would do to me and hope that in return, he wouldn't do any permanent damage and let me go afterwards.

"I'm sorry. I-I'll do as you say," I whispered.

It's not worth putting up a fight.

Damon's POV

I've caught a good one. Casper is one feisty omega and his muscles looked delicious. Even in the dark, my superior vision allowed me to see his cute abs and toned limbs. I admit I had gone overboard with the whipping, but I couldn't help it when he smelt so good - I wanted a taste of his blood.

I witnessed the fight break out earlier from the balcony in the dining hall and Casper was right, he was not at fault when it was my pack members who had pounced on him first. But I just had to seize the opportunity to spend some quality time with him. He was different from other omegas. He wasn't afraid to fight back. He made me curious and I felt the need to own him.

"I'm sorry. I-I'll do as you say," he whispered like a frightened pup.

He was acting all tough a minute ago but now he was back to crying and it was getting annoying. He was terrified of what I was going to do to him and he had the right to be. His sniffling made me want to gag him again but I wanted to hear him moan for me whilst I fingered his ass. That wasn't going to happen anytime soon though  since he was an absolute mess and I was no longer in the mood to toy with him anymore. I hadn't planned on advancing any further than this in the first place so I pulled out, resulting in a pained groan, and walked in front of him.

I looked down at the pathetic sight as he continued to tremble and it made the chains rattle above his head. What a bitch.

I took out my taser and knocked him out in an instant. I left the confinement cell and closed the door behind me - he would be cleaned up later by one of the nurses.

I grinned at the thought of taming Casper and making him beg at my feet. He would be seeing a lot more of me whether he liked it or not. After all, I had been marking him with my pheromones the entire time. 

He can't escape me. He's all mine.

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