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They were approaching swiftly. She could hear the echoes of their heavy, metal, toe-capped boots hammer profusely into the concrete floor of the dungeon. Timorously, the 16-year-old girl sat cross-legged in the middle of the cell, half covered by shadows. Only the dying natural light of the sun seeped through from a tiny bar-covered "window" on the back stone wall.
Grime, possibly dating back months, coated her once golden hair to such an extent that should an unknown person witness her current state her hair would deceive them into believing that it was a charcoal black. Her hands, clasped behind her back, were locked in silver shackles searing torturously into her wrists which were heavily coated in old scars and open flesh wounds. Both dried and fresh blood covered the shackles with the skin from scabs flaking onto the cold cell floor beneath the girl.
"If it isn't my little Fay," her Master derided smirking sinisterly at her through the cell bars.
He was the leader of a small group of rogues. They say rogues were cursed by the Moon Goddess to wonder lonesome until they eventually turn insane and take their own life; others say a demon created them with their only task in life to cause misery and destruction.
The leader stood with a tall broad frame, perhaps around 6 foot, mud brown eyes and mousy-brown hair slicked back into somewhat of an outdated 1940's hairstyle. Rumour tells that this monster had once been an Alpha but became impudent and dangerous with power leading to an uprising against him.
Never had she been allowed to learn her "Master's" name being only ever allowed to refer to him as Master and the guards as "Sir". Knowing better than to raise her head to make eye contact her gaze remained focused towards the ground.
"Good evening Master," she mumbled. He chuckled darkly knowing how he intimidated her, knowing how he struck fear into her blood, knowing how he had complete control over both body and mind.
"It's been a while since you ate has it not?"
"Yes, master."
"My, my," he tutted, "how polite you are today," he grinned as he flung open the door striding into her cell with guards flanking him either side, "and that deserves a reward."
A bowl in his hand. Food.
"If only you could only be this obedient all the time then we'd be married with you carrying my pups already wouldn't we?" He mused knowing the girl wanted anything but to be married such a repulsive man.
"Yes, master."
"Tell me, Fay, would you like to carry my children?" The man smirked daring her to speak out against him.
"Yes master," she whispered hoarsely, her throat stinging with every word.
"Say it yourself. What would you like?"
"I would like to marry you and have your children, Master," she whimpered allowing a stray tear to stumble down her cheek.
"Marvellous to hear my dear, dear Fay. Just imagine Fay, we could have that life if you were just obedient," her Master lectured condescendingly as he crouched in front of her, breathing his rancid breath into her face and revealing his yellow, decaying teeth. He dropped the bowl in front of her revealing stale bread with beads of green decorating it. "Eat up my love, only a few more months of obedience and you could be having feasts every night beside me as your husband."
Swallowing her pride Fay leant forward eating from the bowl like a dog with her wrists still painfully shackled. He chuckled whilst playing with her hair as she ate.
All she could think about is preventing herself from gagging. Crispy crumbs broke off into her mouth, slithering along every single taste bud, ensuring that she tasted every particle that she consumed. A sharp taste of the bread was caught in her throat forcing Fay to remain stuck with the lingering taste of rotten bread. Humiliation forced itself into every cell in her body making her use all of her willpower to refrain from lashing out against her Master.
"You've had little to drink my dear. Do you wish to change that?" He questioned as Fay finished her 'meal'.
"Yes please, Master." As soon as the words left her tongue, he roughly grabbed the back of her neck forcing her lips to his whilst his other hand freely roamed the girl's body, invading places that made her whimper in terror.
His chapped lips moved harshly against hers but she knew better than resist. The demon gripping her waist travelled up to her breast, back down to her waist and then down to her hips. Distressingly, the grip on the back of her neck snaked its way into her hair forcing her lips even closer against his, laying Fay down on the ground, her Master climbed on top of her never breaking the 'kiss' and not paying any consideration towards the new pressure on her open wounds that decorated her shackled wrists trapped beneath her back.
"This is what you're missing by being stubborn Fay. You could have it all. You already belong to me already. Just accept it, Fay," he growled, suddenly standing and marching out, the guards following him but not before one threw a bottle of water at the heavily weeping girl.
Fay's sobs rattled through her body making her feel nauseated. Disgusted, worthless, nugatory. Never had her Master violated her in such a manner but she certainly had expected it with his growing expression of his desire to have children with her.
But no amount of expectation could ever have prepared Fay for the events that just took place."I just want to die Mumma," she whispered, "Mumma, I don't deserve this. Mumma I don't!"
The poor girl couldn't even wrap her arms around her fragile body in an effort to console herself or wipe the ocean from her face.
There she lay just like any other night. Weeping, shaking and shivering but this time, disgusted with herself too as she drifted off into a land far from reality; her only escape.
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