The Whore (part one)

The plan

It must be around noon now. The meeting dragged on with voices that spun a web of plans that my ears couldn't quite grab ahold of. I was lost in a sea of thoughts- trying to save myself from drowning in them. After Elijah touched me I lost connection with the room. My mind was a mess. Hurt and confusion lined my brow but I didn't care who saw.

Soon after chairs started to drag across the marble floors I glanced up, watching the eyes of strangers take in my discombobulated form. No sympathy filled any of their faces. The arm around my waist tightened.

"Did you enjoy the dinner, love?" Elijah's deep voice whispered in my ear. It took a moment for me to process what he said as my mind was still in a fog.

"You're cruel", I whispered. My voice didn't sound as it normally does- sorrow and sadness were eerily prominent. Perhaps it was someone else who answered for me- but I knew better than to try to convince myself of this.

Elijah's head snuggled into my neck, his lips pressed against my cold skin. My nipples hardened when his tongue ran across my shoulder. Shame melted into my heart. How could I possibly become excited by this man regardless of any situation?

The torture went on as his hand slid up my stomach and cupped my breast, exposing me to the entire room. I closed my eyes, denial was my best friend today.

"I can touch you whenever I please, girl. You are mine. You were from the moment I met you".

My eyes flew open and anger flooded my body. I threw myself out of his grasp.

"Do not speak of such things. You are not the same man I once knew- you are a monster" I spat at him. His eyes stayed calm as a smile tugged at his lips.

"Why don't you just kill me and get it over with" I yelled. His body rose from the chair, towering over me.

"Because, my dear, that would be much too easy" he sighed as he rolled his eyes. With one last scornful look he stepped around me.

"Wait"! I bellowed, "can you at least tell me why the fuck you decided to finger me in front of a room full of people?"

A hand swiped across my cheek before I realized what happened. My shocked eyes connect with Elijah's dark ones.

"You will not swear at me", he demanded. I felt tears swell in my eyes. I was tired of this game. None of it made any sense to me.

"Eli, please give me something. Tell me anything. This is a nightmare and even if you truly don't care for me anymore you once did", I whispered. My eyes searched his dark orbs but they gave nothing away. It was as if he didn't feel anything. Looking into his eyes I saw my reflection looking back and it was then when the hair on my body began to stand up. A wave of coldness settled over me. I felt scared.

"Many years have passed, Amelia" is all he replied. With that he turned and left the room, whispering to a guard to escort me back to my corridor. Panic settled in my chest. I needed answers. I couldn't let him leave.

The guard approached me and I decided that I needed to do what I could to get Elijah to talk. He may not love me but he clearly loves fucking me. I looked at the guard and did the only thing I could think of- I pulled my shirt over my head and took it off.

The man stopped in his tracks, his eyes taking over my tits as they sat firmly on my chest. The air made my nipples harden instantly. The guard released a small growl, the tent in his pants showing how much he enjoyed the view.