The Whore (part one)

The Monster

Confusion lined my brow as I looked into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes. I had misheard him. I had to of misheard him. One would not murder their soul mate and 134 years later, when said soul has become the walking dead, demand they take their clothes off upon first arrival.

"I won't tell you again, Amelia" he calmly stated. Fire and courage flooded my body.

"You - you murdered me Elijah", I whispered; searching his eyes for any sign of recognition.

Elijah's hand shot to my cheek, slapping me so hard that I doubled over to the side of him. I was in such a state of shock with recent events that it took me a minute to process everything. I slowly rose to my feet and looked him in the eye. His eyes, the beautiful eyes, showed nothing. No emotion. He was dead. He was a Monster.

I raised my hand up to slap him back, but instead found my arm pinned behind my back. Elijah turned me away from him, forcing me to look at all the soldiers and towns people that had made their way into the hall. None of them said a word, all of them just as dead in the eyes as the next.

I felt Elijah's lips touch my neck, and I froze. They skimmed their way up to my ear where he placed little kisses on any bits of my skin that he could reach with them. My emotions went into over drive. This is the Elijah i know. The sweet and loving one. The one who touches me with ease and grace and love; however, one look into the audience brought me back to reality. This was not a loving act. This was horror.

Elijah's hand made contact with my waist and I tried to pull out of his grasp. He ripped the button off my jeans, and I felt a shutter shake my body. He wouldn't do this. Not here. Not i front of all these people. Not after he's murdered me.

My jeans were dragged over my ass and rested by my ankles. I screamed at him to stop and for someone to stop him, but no one moved. My panties were next to be pulled down and suddenly I wished I crawled back into the grave I escaped from only days ago. I tried to use my hair to hide my embarrassment infront of these strangers, but I couldn't hide the misery in my heart.

My shirt was ripped off next and breasts sprung free from the confinement. My nipples instantly hardened as the sharp air lightly kissed them. I begged Elijah one last time to stop this insanity.

"Elijah we were meant to be married. I loved you more than anything. Please stop this", I cried.

I heard the zipper on his jeans go down and my hands made a loud smack on the floor after he tossed me down. I tried to crawl away, but my efforts failed.

Elijah's hand gripped my thigh as the other held the middle of my back down, positioning my face on the ground and my ass in the air. I felt his cock skim the outside of my pussy and my body, although in shock, prepared itself for what was to come. As much as I hated this man and the world for what was happening to me, my hips naturally rose to him.

I screamed as his cock penatrated me, stretching my walls out once again. He buried himself deep inside me and then stopped.

"I claim this woman as my royal whore. Let this demonstration mark the official ceremony. Anyone who touches her after me shall be put to death", he bellowed to the crowd.