Bitter Submission ✓

Chapter Twenty Eight

|Twenty Eight|

|Luxinia|

My eyes fluttered open again for the hundredth time. My appearance was atrocious and I didn't even know where I was. A cough bubbled up throughout my chest and the next thing I knew I was coughing up blood. My chest heaved, forcing me to sit up. Looking around, I realized I was in a bedroom, naked. There was dry blood caked throughout my body. Unhealed scratches marred my legs and abdomen. Dom once again used me. And I passed out. Again.

Slowly, I dragged my gaze over to the woman in the corner. She had a bucket in one hand and in the other, a sponge. I frowned. If she was going to give me a sponge bath then I would definitely beat her ass. "Why?" I whispered, almost no sound coming out.

"Master Dominick has requested for you to be cleaned and dressed properly," She replied, coming over and tugging at the restraints at my ankles and wrists.

"Why?"

"The ball is in a bit. You've been passed out for a few days due to your injuries. Be grateful that Master didn't end your life," The half succubus grabbed the sponge and dripped it into the bucket. She gingerly pressed the sponge against my stomach.

I watched quietly as the sponge soaked up all the blood. My cuts were still visible even more so due to the blood. I noticed that my thighs had Dom's named engraved into them. I ran my hands slowly over the wound. I would pay him back... soon.

"You know, if you weren't so stubborn you wouldn't be in this state," the girl remarked, her eyes traveling to my legs. Bruises decorated my ankles like some sort of twisted art piece.

"I stand for my own beliefs," I muttered, anger set in my gut, "you wouldn't understand."

"I have my own beliefs as well. Our race was made to satisfy. Look at the way our bodies work. This sex energy controls us. Incubi are more powerful. We are purely made to please them. In due time, you will realize. Once Dom breaks you, you will see the error of your ways," The girl half-smiled at me and proceeded to wash my body.

I glared at her, my hands clenching slowly and unclenching. She was lucky that I was restrained or else I would've killed her. "Thank you for telling me that. I'll remember to rip your throat out along with Dominick's."

The girl continued to wash me in silence. Once she was finished, she left the room.

I stared up at the ceiling and took a deep breath. The ball is coming up. I need a plan that helps everyone and not just me. Tessa and Jamie were still captured. I needed to rescue them along with myself. I was simply not strong enough. Part of me wanted to depend on Jesse and that he would take me out of here safely, but I knew I couldn't solely depend on him. He couldn't do all this alone. I'm capable of my own fate. 

The door opened and in came the man of the hour. Dominick. He had no smile upon his gruesomely handsome scarred face. He wore a suit, looking lethal as always. I grinned lazily. I was completely done with the way he treated me and I didn't care if he hurt me further. There was no breaking something that's already broken.

"Why the smile Lux?" He questioned, a truly confused look on his face.

I shook my head and continued to grin. "No reason. I just find it funny how no matter if you have me imprisoned here, I will never submit to you. I would rather you kill me. This life? This isn't living."

Dom chuckled softly. "Lux, do you honest to god think I even want you in that way anymore? Do you think I want to punish you because of what you did? No, I just take pleasure in bringing you to the point in which you don't care if you're dead or not. Do you feel death is bliss compared to this? Then I'm simply doing exactly what I should be doing." Dom reached over and grabbed my arm tightly, "but if you think for one second that I won't hurt Tessa or Jamie, then you have another thing coming."