MATEBOUND WITH A BEAST

Chapter 11: Only Valuable Things

“Wake up princess, and dress up now.”

Ona groaned, feeling pains excruciating all over her body and inside her pussy. She still doesn’t know what Kalus uses to fuck her. She was welcomed by the rays of burning sun from the window Kalus just harshly slid the heavy curtain wide open. Her eyes reminded her of the cries she had last night from being swollen and painful when she squinted them.

“Now….” That loud high-pitched voice from Kalus.

Made her flinch again.

Kalus grabbed a long white nightgown from her closet and threw it on her.

Her body was heavy and painful while trying to be as quick as she could before receiving a hot slap or more than that. But she could see that Kalus was in a hurry like he needed something quick from her or leaving.

“Where are we going?” Ona asked after putting on the dress.

“Why do you think we are leaving? Hurry,” Kalus said by the door and with a head gesture for Ona to come out. “I’m taking all your valuable canvases so hurry before I get annoyed.”

Fuck….

He didn’t have to remind Ona that she had a painting of him. The reminder of her painting Kalus with love and passion and ready to gift him the canvas after the wedding made her heart experience a painful pressure but she kept on walking.

Kalus last night before Ona took a shower, he removed all the sharp and harmful objects including the mirror, and anything Ona could use to kill him, and left her few clothes just her night dresses and her sandal shoes. The sandal shoes Ona had on when she fell in love with Kalus which nearly made her fall that day.

Everything that reminds her of Kalus, she hated them.

She felt her face becoming colder and colder when they approached her painting room and heard the most annoying laughter from Kalus.

“I’m going to sell each of them…. You’re a talented princess,” Kalus brushed her coiled and shrieked hair by the top of her head. “Now take this and start packing them carefully and I will be watching and please, do not take time princess.”

Kalus stood beside the door and watched Ona roll each of her canvases and slip them inside the black leathered bag he gave her. The wide smile didn’t leave his lips.

Ona wanted to steal a glance at him to see if he was watching so she could destroy the painting of him with the bucket of water by her legs. She did, stole a glance, and saw that Kalus’s eyes were on her like a hawk.

She wanted to destroy that piece so badly but she kept on collecting other pieces and started rolling one by one and grabbed the one she painted Kalus and quickly faced it to the board.

“What are you doing?” Kalus quickly hurried to her.

“I was just checking and saw that it's plain,” Ona said not meeting Kalus’s gaze.

“Okay hurry, I need to burn this room.”

Kalus saw that Ona was done so he grabbed the bag. The paintings were valuable, so he rather pick up the bag himself.

“Light all the candles and throw them to the floor, now princess,” he widened his eyes as he uttered his words and watched the trembling princess grab a lighter and start lighting up the candles. “I wish you could burn inside but I still need your service for tonight.”

What does it mean for tonight? Ona wondered if Kalus was going to assault her for the last time tonight before killing her and escaping.

She stared at her painting brushes and saw how useful they could be by killing the bastard but Kalus… Kalus was too careful, his damn eyes were not leaving Ona’s sight.