"When that pretty little heart is finally yours, I want it ripped from her chest with no mercy. I want to see the look of betrayal in her eyes knowing you, the one she loved, was the one to bring her to her knees." //
When an evil demon king wants t...
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(A/N: There WILL be light dark sexual themes in the chapter. Just a trigger warning, nothing too bad or graphic, though.)
Grecia looked over the fabric that had been tossed at her. It seemed to be a maid's outfit, one that was a bit too revealing like the ones on the servants that she had seen occasionally.
"Change into this." Phantos commanded, arms crossed and his eyes harsh on his new pet.
"Why? To feed a fucked up fetish?" Grecia inquired, throwing it down and crossing her arms. "No thank you." She refused to change, especially in front of him. The last thing she wanted was to give herself up to the creep.
Phantos pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "You know, most people would be cowering in fear right now."
Grecia scoffed. "I'm not afraid of you, old man."
Phantos seemed offended. Even though he had the physical appearance of an extremely attractive thirty-two-year-old, Grecia noticed he was insecure about the thought of not being beautiful.
At an instant, hands were around her neck and the wind was knocked out of her as her back hit the hard floor, her head following. She gasped immediately for air, looking up at the red eyes which for once made her heart skip a beat - they were identical to Matthias'. She could have been tricked into thinking they were his if only the hands around her neck were smooth and silky instead of the calloused ones that held her now. Matthias' hands felt as if he hadn't worked a day in his life. Phantos, on the other hand, felt as if his hands held the blood of dozens of people.
They had.
Grecia regained her breath. Luckily, his hands weren't constricting her, but strong enough just to hold her in place. She began to struggle, bringing up her hands to grip onto his hair and pull hard. That actually made him wince, a glare forming on his face and he brought up his ringed hand, smacking Grecia across the face. She winced, bringing her fists down and feeling that his rings left a large cut in the side of her cheek. She looked to the side, shaking subtly and not wishing to look at him again. It finally hit her - she was utterly powerless against him.
"I'll change." she muttered, feeling the blood drip down her cheek. Her eyes wandered to Phantos now, who smiled gently.
"Come now, princess. You aren't getting off the hook that easily." he brought his hand up, stroking her bloody cheek. She shivered beneath him, clenching her eyes shut at his gentle touch that felt so sinister.
"Matthias will hate you," she began, opening her eyes once more. "If you hurt me." her voice held fear within it. Grecia had hoped that would strike emotion somewhere within him. She thought of Christopher, her father, who spoke such dark stories about Phantos. But even then, they were sugarcoated. She knew that if he wanted to, Phantos could be doing a lot worse.
