I lived a tragic past. I was abused, violated, and left alone to die. The only person that understood me perished before my eyes. I went through one hell into another. But I thought there was hope for me when I met Claude Faustus-a demon whom I've m...
I came to a familiar room painted with red and the smell of an old man. He was sipping a glass of wine. His lust-filled eyes traced my figure slowly. He stood up causing me to flinch and back away.
“Please, not again!”
Earl Trancy grabbed onto my legs, pulling me towards him. I instantly teared up trying to kick him away, but he was just too strong.
“You’re not getting away, Jim!”
He pulled the blankets covering my naked body, exposing me to the core. I wailed and started to thrash around as he forced himself on me.
“P-Please, no!” I screamed in pain.
“Shut up!” his gruff voice echoed through the room.
He firmly grasped my trembling hands and pinned it on the bed. I felt disgusted as he did those awful things to me. The Earl was so busy pleasuring himself that he didn’t pay heed on how much he’s hurting my body already. The agony seemed to last for hours until I saw a silhouette beneath the shadows.
“Claude, help me!”
He pushed up his glasses and grinned. He was obviously enjoying how the Earl violates me in every way.
“Your Highness, your cries of pain are music to my ears.” He gave a cold laugh driving me to sink into despair even more.
I stretched out my hands toward him, hoping he would rescue me. The old man suddenly grabbed them back and slapped me across my face.
“Nobody’s going to help you, slut.”
I whimpered which caused his anger to boil. He shook me, telling me to shut up but I was too scared to stop crying. I received a blow on my stomach which resulted into a coughing fit.
“I b-beg you, stop. It hurts.”
Tears streamed from my eyes. He was still clearly unsatisfied and just smirked at me. I turned to Claude and he did the same. Unsure of when will I be set free, I drifted into darkness.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- “Your Highness, wake up.”
I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Claude’s face filled with worry.
“Your Highness, are you all right? You’ve been wailing in your sleep.”
I immediately sat up and hugged Claude.
“Oh, Claude. I dreamt of the old man. He was so cruel.” I sobbed.
Claude gave me a warm embrace and planted a kiss on my forehead.
“It’s over. No one will ever touch you again. I won’t let anyone harm you.”
He kissed my lips making me blush.
“C-Claude.”
“If you want, we could go on a date tomorrow.”
My face lit up and I nodded. Claude smiled and he pulled me closer to him.
“Go back to sleep, Your Highness.”
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* “It looks beautiful on you.”
I blushed as Claude tucked a bluebell on my ears. He pecked my cheeks and I turned redder than a tomato. He chuckled while preparing our food.
“I made mango tarts especially for you today.”
I laid my head on his lap and opened my mouth.
“Aaah.”
He placed the mango tart in between my teeth and I took a bite from it.
“Mmm! It tastes good, Claude,” I talked with my mouth full.
“You’re cute.”
My face heated up again. I slowly reached for his free hand and intertwined them with mine. I placed both of our hands on my chest.
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“You trapped my heart in your spider’s web, Claude. And I’m glad it will always beat for you. I am yours and you are mine.”
He smiled tenderly at me and caressed my cheeks, pinching them softly. I took some of the mango tart and fed them to Claude. He did the same.
“Master…”
Claude suddenly leaned down and kissed me. I gasped as his tongue wet every corner of my mouth. The mango tarts melted inside our mouths and saliva trailed down my chin.
“Aaah…” I moaned.
Claude held my hands tighter. I trailed my fingers on the back of his head at the same time. I groaned when I felt the area under my shorts tightening. I accidentally bit Claude’s lips in the process. He pulled away only a trail of saliva mixed with blood connecting us.
“Claude, I’m sorry.”
He gave me a teasing look and licked his lips. He moved his eyes away from mine and stopped at the bulge on my shorts.
“Your Highness, please not in public.”
“Oh, right.”
I looked away from him and stared at the sunset.
“Hey, Claude. Want to play a game?”
“Hmmm?” He looked at me curiously.
I stood up and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Tag, you’re it!” I giggled and ran off.
No doubt Claude was running behind me as well because I was hearing the click and clack of his footwear. I looked behind me. Claude was laughing and running as slow as he can for he is a demon after all.
“You can do it, Claudy!” I cheered.
I stumbled all of a sudden and landed on the grass with a thud. I scraped my knee pretty badly and it burned.
“Your Highness!”
Claude went to my aid. I tried to contain my tears but it hurt so bad.
“C-Claude!” I wailed.
“Oh no, please don’t cry.” He cupped my face and placed gentle kisses all over it.
I calmed down a bit. He carried me and I buried my face on his chest.
