Bitter Submission ✓

Chapter Seven

|Seven|
|Lux|

Once I saw 'Dominick' kill that man, I quickly knew it was time for me to leave. This was getting too real too fast. The Demon Consul would find out about this, and I don't want to be involved when they came. 

That was most certainly insane. An incubus. Why was he there? Was that his actual name? Did he know about what happened to the real Dominick?

This wouldn't bode well for me.

No one could ever find out about what happened then. If they did, the council would murder me. Or worse. 

I had no choice but to kill Dom. Before he killed me.

Dominick Petrove used to be my incubus master. Each incubus had a succubus or two as a submissive. I was the only one he really focused on. When I had first met him, he was pretty nice. Charming, even. Most incubi weren't as sweet as him. I never understood why the incubi treated succubi the way they did. There could've been a more peaceful way for everyone to get what they wanted.

Everything changed when his brother, Daemon disappeared and never returned. Dominick became more erratic and impulsive than he already was. A true incubus. Perhaps he was always crazy and he just hid that part of him. He started forcing me into things doing things I never wanted to do. He would yell at me. Tie me up and leave me alone for hours. Each day it got worse, taking a whip to my back and giving me welts each night. I would lose count after fifty-six, the pain so unbearable I would pass out. When I would come to, there would be a bowl of water on the floor next to me.

It took me four years before I snapped. Four years of being locked in the Petrove mansion, being some sort of pincushion. Having regenerative healing abilities was my worst enemy. It took me days to heal, but when I was in tip-top shape, he would start again.

I had to end his life before he ended mine.

I waited, I waited for him to slip up. I talked about Daemon, made him snap. Dominick was extra rough that night. He broke me down, tore me piece by piece and by the time he was done I could barely move.

One of his slave girls came to his basement torture chamber and cleaned the blood off. I took her by the neck and forced her to be with me, to give me sex energy. He made the mistake of using humans as maids. I don't know how the Demon Consul didn't stop him.

I escaped from his chamber and found him, ripping his heart from him. I don't remember much during that time. All I remember was his ring. I took his ring before I fled. His ring was a constant reminder that I overcame him.

I sighed, trying to shake the painful memories from my mind.

Once I arrived home, Tessa and Jamie were on the couch. Except they weren't watching TV. Tess was blowing Jamie off.

At this point, I was pretty much used to coming home and finding them doing some sexual act. They were Jamie and Tessa. Jamie was an incubus, it was bound to happen. They needed to feed somehow.

Jamie was the one who helped me escape Dom. Jamie never agreed with any incubus rule only because of the fact that he was raised in a home full of succubi. He knew what hardships we went through and he sought to fix them. He was always my right-hand man.

Jamie used to live at Dom's mansion before. That's where I met him. He was an apprentice studying Greater Incubi. Living in the Petrove house for four years was an unsightly horror. You started to forget what was real or what was insanity.

Later on, we met Tessa. With her help, we were able to integrate ourselves back into society. She never asked what happened to us, she just made sure she was always there for us.