THE MEPHISTOPHELES BOOK 2 18+ (complete)

Chapter-92

Author's pov 

Few months later 

You can imagine how Drake broke her i can't write it anymore

Time and life never stops for anyone. It continues on its own the same thing happened with Leah and Drake as well. 

Drake was torturing Leah and Leah? She has turned herself into a stone statue. She doesn't speak or smile, just does the chores given to her. 

Cleans his chamber once he leaves for the royal court. Eats what he leaves for her on the plate sometimes if there is nothing she doesn't dare to ask him for anything. She drinks water and serves him. 

It's not that she serves him daily, sometimes he goes to others As well. At least that's what Leah knows. In the beginning she used to cry and beg for mercy but now she has no emotions left other than fear. 

Fear of Drake doing something horrible to her. He once left her in the whore house because she refused to serve him due to her period and that experience was hell for her. Even though no one touched her or eye her but the environment there wasn't something her fragile self could handle.

She fainted there and was brought back to him. 

Drake thinks he loves her but in reality he doesn't know what love actually is. His definition of love is not less than torture and slavery. He forgot that to get love he needs to show love as well. 

Today is Drake's engagement with princess Daphne. Leah is standing in a corner of Drake's room waiting for his command to do something. 

She isn't feeling anything about his engagement but Drake on the other hand is getting agitated by her no response. He wants to see pain, jealousy or at least regret but there was nothing on her face. 

She is standing there as if today is a normal day. She looks like a ghost now. Her bones can be counted easily. Her full cheeks are long gone now it's just a structure of bone. 

"Come in front of me, slave." Drake called her and without wasting a moment she walked towards him 

"Yes Master, what can I do for you?" she asked him with perfection 

It's the most used line of her life now. At night she just lay down on the bed and let him do what he wanted to do, no talking or anything. She dreamed of a loving husband who will love her and make her blush and smile while making love but here she stays like a lifeless body. She doesn't smile or do anything because she doesn't feel like doing it and that irritates him as well. 

He slapped her many times for not showing emotions but it didn't change her reaction. For a few days she has been feeling sick. Upset stomach, nausea and light-headed feeling. She can't sometimes eat the leftovers of Drake either. 

She didn't go to the doctor thinking if she dies she will be free from this hell but then if she gets seriously ill will Drake use her till her death or leave her thinking she is useless? She hopes for the second option but her mind knows that the first option is what she will get. 

"How am I looking today? Will my fiance like it?" Drake asked her intentionally to get some reaction from her 

"You look majestic, master, mistress will love it." she said bowing her head as much respectfully she could 

"I could have dressed up for you like this but you being an insect of mud didn't deserve it." He taunted but as always Leah kept her head down and mouth shut 

Drake was about to hit her but he was summoned downstairs for the ritual. So without saying anything he left pushing her away from him in the process.