O Fortuna (Vergil x Reader - Devil May Cry)

iv.

I'm really sorry for taking so long to update this fic ;A;

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Warning: Unbetaed work. English is not my first language. Sexual situations. Unhealthy relationships. Please, if you're uncomfortable with such topics, do not read any further.

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Chapter IV

What were you supposed to do now?

He had you right where he wanted you, this despicable man! No doubt his intention was to humiliate you and, though you wanted to fight back, you knew that it would be dangerous to defy him when Amelia's well-being was at stake. Aeneas had threatened to rethink his decision regarding her fate, and you couldn't take such risks.

If this was for her sake, then you would concede for the time being.

Biting your tongue, you took a deep breath and squared your shoulders— turning to face him with a glare. But before you could even decide what to do, you were taken aback by a sight you didn't expect to find (maybe you did, but your mind still couldn't process the idea). Though his most private body parts were concealed beneath the water, it was obvious that he was completely nude. This was quite a shock to you, considering that you'd never been in such intimate terms with any male, and your experience with them was about nonexistent. However, despite your lack of understanding about certain topics, you knew very well that this wasn't a very appropriate thing to do.

You had to tread carefully with this man. He was a dangerous beast, and it was evident that his intentions were far from decent. Being taken to his bed was something you needed to avoid at all costs— but the outlook wasn't so good.

"Is there a problem?" His arms rested on the edges of the tub as he watched you intently, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

Oh, he was having so much fun with you, wasn't he? Why else would he want to keep you around? The bastard...

"No," you said through gritted teeth, approaching him with firm steps. The sooner you were done with this, the better for you.

"Bring that chair over here and take a seat." He nodded to said object, expecting you to comply without opposition.

In fact, you did— as surprising as that sounded— thankful for the excuse he gave you to focus your attention elsewhere, and not him. This was very embarrassing, to say the least. Of course, you would never let him notice how flustered this made you feel. Besides, you were so angry at the moment that your indignation did a good job at covering up your discomfort and fear.

"Make haste, woman. I don't have all day."

His impatient remark made you bristle on the inside but, even if it was difficult to keep your mouth shut, you managed not to turn this into another heated argument.

If only you could give him a piece of your mind...

As you brought the chair over, you took notice of the washing elements laid out in a wooden table next to the tub. Well, now you knew that he was being serious about you helping him bathe— but what else did you expect? The idea was unnerving, though you made no comments on it. There was no actual way that you could refuse, at any rate.

It wouldn't be far-fetched to imagine that one (or a few) of those women that had just left usually assisted him in his bath. If that was the case, then you pitied them. To be in the presence of an abhorrent man, such as him, must have been an ordeal in itself— given his insufferable attitude around others. He thought himself to be so high and mighty, it was sickening.