"Rise and shine my gorgeous little Fay," the Master grinned as he leant smirking against the cell door. Softly groaning, Fay raised her head struggling to reach a sitting a position.
"Good morning Master," she snivelled.
"My dear is something wrong? You have not drunk any water," the Master questioned expressing genuine concern for the first time in 9 years towards his 'fiancée'.
"Please Master, please may you give me my drink?"
"Certainly my dear, dear Fay," the man smirked as he unlocked the cell, swinging the door open, picking up the water bottle, uncapping the bottle and bringing it to her lips. Water slipped down her throat quenching her thirst.
Relief shot through her system like a bullet. After not drinking for two days, the satisfaction of the cool water flooding her mouth was incredible. Her Master believed that starving the girl into obedience would work- and it slowly was.
"Thank you, Master."
"Of course Fay. Fay, we have something we need to discuss."
"Yes, Master." This wouldn't be good.
"We are going to try for a baby because, dammit Fay, I need an heir and I don't give a damn if you're not ready. I'm 33, I need an heir."
Her heart stopped.
She would be forced to have a child with someone she despises and loathes. This man was over double her age! He was completely deranged. Perhaps she could buy herself some time but what good would that do her? She had no means of escape and hadn't stepped foot outside of the dungeon in 9 years.
"N-no Master, please. I'm 15 I'm not ready!"
"Fay, you're 16 years old now, you are ready darling. You'll have me every step of the way my dear Fay," he somewhat attempted to comfort, however, there was a tone of finality in his voice.
Confusion riddled its way onto her soft features. 16. Since when she did not know but then, in hell, hours merge into days, days into weeks, weeks into months. No knowledge of the outside world ever entered her cell- not even the time or date.
"No you fucking monster! No! I hope the Moon Goddess curses you. You're a fucking monster! I'll never have your children! Ever!"
In less than a split second, his now black eyes swirled like a storm as he lifted Fay pressing her against the wall. His hand clasped tightly around her frail porcelain neck, snarling and baring his now prominent canines.
"You will be my wife. You will have my children. I don't care if the Moon Goddess curses me for all eternity, and dammit Fay, you will respect me! I demand it!" Her master yelled cutting off her oxygen as he began lifting her by her throat.
"No, please Master, this hurts," she gasped in pain, savouring any oxygen there was left to spare.
"Hurts? Hurts!" He screeched. "I'll show you true pain you pathetic bitch! Guards!"
Two stern guards rushed in grabbing Fay's upper arms, dragging her out of her cell and towards the torture chamber. A place Fay knew only too well.
"No, no, no please Master, I'll do anything, no please!"
Her master laughed contemptuously at her pleas.
"Whilst I enjoy hearing you scream my name Fay, I'd much rather you be screaming it underneath me," he jeered as he stalked into the chamber tauntingly behind them.
Right in the centre of the room lay a table with leather restraints screwed to it. The guards dragged the struggling girl with ease, unlocking her silver shackles and strapping her to the table.
"You're a sick bastard," she seethed.
"You think I don't know that?" He mused. "Now, now love we can't have you using such vulgarity when not in the bedroom can we?" He winked crookedly and sauntered to the wall that contained various torture devices, the tall framed, evil, monstrosity picked up two pieces of fabric; tying one around her mouth and the other around her eyes, ripping her shirt off, revealing her stomach to him.
All this time Fay struggled relentlessly to no avail against the leather straps restraining her to the frozen metal torture table. Only the clanging of metal sounded- not even Satan himself spoke a word to her as he prepared her punishment.
"Such a shame to harm such beautiful, soft, porcelain skin," he chided as his calloused hands glided over her midriff. "Perhaps you'll learn soon that you belong to me, not even Fate or the Moon Goddess themselves can change that Fay. Dammit, you are mine!"
Pain seared through her stomach, seemingly ripping her in half. Moving from her stomach the pain rolled like a tidal wave up into her chest, sending rivers of pain rushing through her veins into her arms. Her head felt as though someone had pierced the skull with over a thousand silver knives- she could have sworn her scalp was peeling away. Although her porcelain skin was already far too pale to be healthy, her complexion faded to a grave ash.
Screaming interminably, the fabric did little to silence the pained screams of the torture. Her life flashed before her very eyes, body convulsing furiously, straining her limbs against the leather straps, turning her flesh white under the severe pressure.
"There we go my darling," he mused, obviously satisfied, "we both got something out of that. You now know that you belong to me and I got to listen to you screaming my name."
Fay's shallow pants could be heard as he removed the restraints and pieces of fabric. Inspecting her stomach Fay was horrified. Her Master had burned letters into the flesh of her stomach, using a scorching silver pole, claiming her as his. Raw skin bubbled and flaked around the markings which would scar her for all eternity both mentally and physically.
"I apologise f-for my behaviour M-Master, please forgive m-me." Fay only lay there too exhausted to move, too exhausted to cry. She just wanted to die.
"Of course my dear Fay, I do not wish to harm you but you upset and anger me when you say you do not want my children or to marry." Stroking Fay's hair he looked 'adoringly' into her eyes.
"I didn't mean it," Fay gulped praying that the Moon Goddess would forgive her for such lies, "I was nervous Master, I'm still innocent." He chuckled, his yellow teeth revealing themselves, as he continued to stroke her hair.
"Sleep Fay, we may talk some more when you are in the right state of mind." The monster carried the hiccuping girl back to her cell but left the shackles off. "But Fay you are mine."
She couldn't sleep. Not with the unbearable pain still lingering on her stomach. Had she eaten more recently than the evening before she surely would have vomited it up. For the first time in weeks, Fay had some form of relief at least though, it was the first time her silver shackles had been removed.
Perhaps if she "willingly" complied to marrying Master she could have more freedom before being reunited at long last with her beloved, late mother.
Oh, how she missed her mother.
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