Heart Vacancy

Chapter 6

Perfect. It worked, her plan had worked! Cynthia was testing Damien the whole time to see what he was all about. His strength, his weakness so that she can get closer to him. The perfect moment to test it was when she interfered at dinner. So far she only knows that he is VERY dominate and goes by the rules. Once she disobeys, all hell breaks lose. Unknowingly, Cynthia liked what he was doing to her earlier. She craved the feeling of where his hands had been. She wanted more. Quickly slipping back into her dress, leaving the ribbons untied, she ran back to her room. Unfortunately Rossetti caught her before Cynthia had a chance to open her door.

"Cynthia? What happened? Did the prince beat you?" Rossetti asked with worry.

Cynthia shook her head, still unable to speak from Damien's doing.

"Just a talk is all." Cynthia replied weakly. With that said she went straight to her room.

Rossetti watched the door slam. God

she was horny and knew that Cynthia and the prince did something intimate. Cynthia's dress gave her all the proof that she needed. From the moment she saw the prince her dreams about him were sexual. Every second she thought only about him. So big and majestic. So handsome and filled with pride. Rossetti believed that once the prince's eyes met hers, he instantly fell for her. And so, Rossetti followed the way Cynthia was running from. Straight ahead was two big golden doors. It has to be the princes room since he was a prince. Her hormones told her to go in and give the prince the night of his life. Instantly she undressed herself until she was completely nude. Eyeing at the doors, she was fully confident that it was the right room. Rossetti slowly motioned towards the door and opened it, there she saw the prince sleeping in the darkness. She could barely see anything but trusted that it was the prince. Slowly she sat next to him. Deep heavy breaths escaped his mouth. Rossetti leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Trails of kisses went down his neck. Moving her hand, she soothingly petted his hair. He grunted and sat up from the bed, mumbling something that was too hard for Rossetti to hear. She motioned closer to him and straddled him. Suddenly his hands clapped making the lights turn on. Rossetti was not expecting what she was seeing. Alistair face fumed in fury with the nude Rossetti on top of him while his woman sleeps next to him.

Cynthia and the rest of the girls were in their night gowns ready for bed, that is until they heard a shrilling scream. Cynthia, being curious ran towards it. Doors to all the girls rooms were open considering they were just as concerned as Cynthia. Aaliyah was the last to come out so she was behind Cynthia.

"What's going?! Is someone hurt?" Aaliyah asked from behind.

"I'm not sure." Cynthia responded honestly. Screaming came straight ahead. The group of girls huddled around in a circle shocked to see Rossetti bare naked and was strangling from Alistair's grip tightly around her neck. Rossetti's body was disgusting in Cynthia's perspective. She didnt mean or want to look, it all was just there.Her cunt was full of pubic hairs, red and curly along with hairy under arms. Gross. Damien being the very last person to arrive the scene, walked slowly and groggy.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked sleepily.

Noticing that Damien was shirtless, Cynthia couldn't take her eyes off him. Six rock hard abs were perfectly alined on his stomach along with a V that lead to his manhood. Before he could notice her staring she focused back on Rossetti.

Alistair growled at the whimpering girl. "How dare you come into my chambers with your disgusting nudity! Luna cries thinking I was unfaithful! You disgust me!"

Once Alistair mentioned Luna, Damien was wide awake. Pushing aside the girls, he quickly went inside for his mother and slammed the door behind him. Cynthia was surprised to see him aid his mother so quickly. He must somewhat have a caring side to him. Most sons let their father's be the only one to show worry and sensitivity to their wife. Such actions made Cynthia more curious about Damien.

Horrifying screams rang through the castle by Rossetti. Cynthia felt terrible for her but she couldn't interfere this time. Alistair seemed far more scarier then Damien, not to mention the fact that he is king. Like his son, he was shirtless and only wearing pants. His body was overly masculine and built with power. Whatever Rossetti did she is glad it wasn't her dealing with it. The door to the kings room suddenly swung right open showing a pissed off prince. Oh God.

Damien was blazing in fury and hate over the red head. When he came inside the kings room, Luna laid helplessly crying thinking her mate was unfaithful. Damien comforted her until she calmed down and fell right back asleep. Being in Haven,relationships was a big deal. Once a male has decided his women to cherish and dedicate his life to, that's the only thing he could focus on protect and love unconditionally. Thus the reason why Damien is still unmarried, he couldn't dedicate or even fact love. Although Damien was dominate in many ways he has needs to, sex. That's the only thing he truly enjoys about women. He never cared about how they felt it was always what he wanted, nothing more.

Darkness filled his eyes and he moved quickly to Rossetti. Once Rossetti saw Damien her arms were desperately flailing for him. Thinking that he was going to save her from the king. Damien had a different idea in mind for her.

"Hold her up. And don't let go." He said eyeing at the king. Alistair nodded in agreement and lifted Rossetti higher. Damien lashed out a whip from the air. Electricity bursted onto the whip, the girls watched in horror unknowing what to do. Rossetti understood her punishment in matter of seconds what Damien was going to do to her.

"Please no my love! I..." She was abruptly cut off by a strike of the electrifying whip. A sharp painful screech came from her but Damien was only getting started.

"You whore! How dare you treat Luna this way after feeding you, clothed you, and gave you her welcoming arms into our home!" He boomed, striking two more times.Rossetti's flesh was begging to bleed by the electricity, it was to much to bare. She screamed in pain, tears burning her eyes, but Damien had no sympathy what's so ever. He enjoyed watching the whip cut her and made her bleed. All the girls stood horrified as the poor Rossetti begin to slowly die.More and more strikes came again and again until she almost looked dead. Alistair knew it was time for him to stop.

"Damien enough." Alistair said so low that it was surprising that Damien actually heard him. The whip disappeared. Rossetti's only movement was her twitching and whimpering. Alistair threw her to the ground where she laid helplessly nude in a pool of her own blood. The king had enough for the night and left to his room. Damien scowled at Rossetti, wishing he could do more but instead left to his room.

Cynthia was in complete shock. This made her look at Damien more differently. He scared her. The look in his eyes, full of hate and anger. It was terrifying. All the girls eyed at Rossetti with sorrow. They couldn't just leave her there to stay bare naked and in her blood. Just by looking at one another they all had the same idea. Grabbing a blanket, Cynthia and the girls helped up Rossetti back to her room and into her gown for the night. Tomorrow was going to be interesting.