His reign

My first story guys! Tell me what you think please :)

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Annabelle.

It was such a sweet name. Innocent like her but also just as beautiful.

He raised his index finger to trace her pale pink lips, tugging at the bottom one so that they parted slightly. His eyes shifted focus to her cheeks which didn't have the rosy hue that he preferred his bed warmers to have.

No matter. He'll just have to make them flushed himself. A smile twisted his lips as that thought crossed his mind.

Her hair was a simple and unspectacular brown colour yet it did not detract from her beauty. He figured that one didn't really pay attention to it as they were too captivated by her face. His eyes flickered back down to skim over her features with an almost obsessive glint. His expression not hiding his hunger nor his savage intentions.

If anyone were to look in at that moment, they would put him down as the devil and her as an angel.

His eyes ravaged her ethereal form again before he rang the bell to summon a servant. His attention going back to her as he waited.

A middle aged plump woman entered the room and bowed to him while murmuring a quiet 'master'.

He waved towards his newest prize which lay on the bed unmoving. "I want you to prepare her like all the others. Cut her hair short as well. It must be no longer than her chin".

"Yes master", she said obediently.

He nodded and left the room with one last glance at the bed.

Walking through the halls, he drummed his fingers against his thigh impatiently. He wanted to test out his newest plaything but knew he had to wait until the servant had done her job.