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Where's My Happy Ending? ((butterfly0408/Kolath))

Haylel sat in a chair facing the fire and the chest was set in front of him. he raised a eyebrow slowly taking the key. He could hear a young woman banging on the sides of the chest and smirked a little. â??What is this? Another of my fatherâ??s bitches that he is done with and thought he would grace me with?â?

Haylel was a tall thin man with deep black hair and seemingly darker eyes. He wore almost completely black except for the dark crimson shirt underneath his vest. He kicked the chest onto its side so when he unlocked it the contents would roll out toward the fire. He stood slowly moving over toward the chest and unlocking the lid to allow her out.
 
"Not the King's...." the guard said, pausing in the doorway. "A woman plucked by order of the king from Prince Aiden's bed." To some that might not seem at all important but for Aiden to share a bed with a woman, his own bed... she had to mean something special to him. Especially since it was widely known that he was seeking a wife at this very time.

With the unlocking of the trunk, just as he had wanted, Crista came rolling out. She was still naked, only wrapped up in the bed sheet she had been clutching when they came for her. Her body was still sweaty from the love making she and Aiden has shared last night and only an hour or so ago. Her eyes were wild and confused as she came tumbling out, quickly moving to sit up, looking about. Her heart racing wildly. What was happening?! Where was she?!

Her eyes found Haylel, staring down at her and by instinct, she hugged the sheet tighter to her still. There was something hauntingly familiar about him at first glance, but dark. She could not find a voice to speak to him and demand to know who he was or why she was here.
 
A evil smirk spread over Heylelâ??s lips as prince Aiden was brought into the picture. This was just too good to be true. He bent down resting on his hunches his hand reached out and one finger brushed over Cristaâ??s neck and down over one breasts. â??Well well, one of Aidenâ??s bitches hmmm. Interesting.â? He looked down over her body smiling liking very much what he saw knowing what his half brother saw in her. â??What is your name girl?â?
 
His touch made her skin crawl. It was cold against her skin, even thought they say before a hot fire. This was not good. She could tell. He looked at her not like Aiden did, but how Dilian did.

As he asked her name, she was silent a few moments more before shaking her head, "Where am I? This is a mistake. I should not have been brought here... the prince will be looking for me. You have to send me back."
 
He laughed, â??Oh yes I doâ?¦but only once you are no longer something that anyone wants.â? His hand was suddenly roughly grabbing her hair and pulled her to her feet. One hand grabbed her sheet as he roughly pushed her toward the center of the room. The fire was the only source of light in the room and his face was now cast in deep shadow as he held her sheet in his hand for a moment before tossing it into the fire.
 
Crista knew harsh treatment well. One night with Aiden did not erase that. She did not react as some sweet, innocent maiden did, but reacted like one who already knew a harsh hand well and knew small simple ways for ease her own pain, even if it looked as if it did not. Would he be able to tell it though? Her step family never had. Her cry of pain was so believable as she moved her hands to cover up her bear body. One arm across her breasts while the other tried to cover her womanhood, still with hints of cum... as well as her virgin blood...
 
He was beside her in a moment the back of his hand descending hard across her cheek one of his rings causing a cut. â??First lesson, never cover yourself in my presence.â? His hand pulled her head back again as he shook his head. â??You have experienced this form of treatment before havenâ??t you? I see the mark of one that knows how to disguise her pain wellâ?¦that wonâ??t last long.â? This time his open palm came smashing across her cheek. â??I asked your name bitch!â?
 
This time, the pain was real as her face bore the grunt of two hard, harsh blows. Her hand reached for her cheek, feeling the cut there already starting to drip of blood. She was shaking. Why did she fear him so? Dilian and Juliet had gone far worse then two slaps to the face but now... something about him left her in utter fear. "C...Crista..."
 
Heylel smirked a white patch against the shadow of his face. The fire behind him almost seemed to make his eyes glow a deep red of a demon. â??Cristaâ?¦a lovely name.â? suddenly his hand came up gripping her throat as his glowing eyes looked into hers. He lifted her slightly from the ground cutting her breath off for a moment. â??I told you to do something I have given you one chance for me to repeat myself make me do it again and you will regret it. I said to never cover yourself in my presence.â? he waited to see if her other hand would obey.
 
Her hand was already in motion before he even commanded it to move for both her hands responded to how he gripped her throat. Both hands shot to his arm, grasping it and holding it, trying to ease his hold on her own throat. Little good it did her. He was far stronger as she gasped a moment for air and left herself totally exposed now to his sight.
 
He tossed her back against the sofa behind her. his rough hands were instantly on her knees forcing her legs wide and kneeling down between them much the same way that Aiden had been the night before when he tasted her. in the backlight of the fire it would almost seem similar to last night since Heylelâ??s profile was very similar to Aidenâ??s. â??Well well, Aiden has been busy.â? His rough finger brushed over her still wet pussy lips gathering up some of Aidenâ??s cum as well as flakes of dried blood. â??So he has taken to deflowering virgins now? He is becoming more and more like the king every day.â?
 
He was speedy and had her totally off guard and off her feet before she could do anything about it. His hands were rough and hard to grip her as he had her legs spread open wide. Crista's face covered with a red blush of embarrassment, her body strangely frozen, even though in her head she was screaming at herself to fight him off. It wasn't until he made such a horrible and mean accusation about Aiden she started to struggle and come to her loves defense. "It wasn't like that! Aiden didn't..." she didn't know how to put it into words, "I mean he isn't... I'm..." did she tell him? Perhaps he would let her go if he knew what she meant to the prince. How hurting her would look once Aiden found her. "I'm not his whore. I'm his lover. Now, you see? You have to send me back to him! If you don't..." she trailed off letting him come to his own conclusions.
 
He laughed a deep long laugh but not one of amusement, more like a predator that has been handed a new toy. â??You really think that you were his only lover?â? he stood slowly and walked over to the small table that had many vials on it. â??My dear you were just one in a long list of conquests all royals do is think of the next woman they will destroy.â? He picked up one vial that had a dark brown fluid in it and slowly came back over toward her. â??Now who are you that you have been treated so roughly? And yet Aiden would want you?â?
 
"Crista didn't know how to respond to that as he taunted her. Now that he had let go of her legs, she quickly closed them up once more, sitting up on the sofa, as normal as she could even though she was naked and in grave danger. It was as normal as she could be at that moment. "It's not like that!" she repeated again, "I'm no fool to think I was his first lover but..." she trailed off, wanting to say that she was going to be his last, but her gut to defend herself started to kick in. That confidence in herself that Aiden had helped place within her. "What right do you have to know personal things of me and my life. Or how Aiden and I meet. Or what our relationship is. Though this I will tell you again, you send me back to him or he will not be happy when he finds you have held me against my will! I'm not some whore, I'm of noble birth! You have no right..."
 
Heylel laughed softly standing over her. â??What right? I am your new master Crista, and when I am done with you there will not be enough left to put back together.â? He shoved her hard back against the sofa grabbing her nose roughly tilting her head back and holding her nose closed so she had to breathe through her mouth. â??You will from now on call me Master Heylel. If you do not you will be punished but since you are noble born I do expect I will have to teach you this.â? He popped the cork of the vial and waited for her mouth to open before pouring the disgusting liquid down her throat.
 
Crista's emotions and instincts were mixed up something awful. Part of her had Aiden's words sounding in her head. That she was truly a noble woman and that she was worth so much more then how she was being treated. But then, part of her also had her family's words sounding in her head. That she was worthless and a whore, but as he was telling her she was now. Half wanted to fight, but the other half wanted to submit for her own protection. For now, Aiden's words were fresh still. He love still warming her heart and making her want to fight, which she did. Struggling against him, she did not make it easy for him to hold onto her as he tried to force the unknown liquid down her thought. She did not want to know what it was or what it would do to her. Whatever it was, she knew she would not like it. As it slipped down her throat, she tried to spit it up, but no success as she was forced all the way down her throat.

But.... deep inside she knew.... her strength to fight would not last forever. She was going to be in trouble and fast. If Aiden didn't find her, she knew she was going to loose all ground she had made within herself and be that same girl she was under Juliet's thumb all the time.
 
Heylel smirked as the last of the liquid slipped down her throat and smirked. â??Thatâ??s a good bitch. You know when to submit but I can tell you have had some fight put back into you recently. Well I can take care of that.â? He slapped her hard across the face twice leaving her cheeks red. â??You will relearn your place now come.â? He grabbed her hair and pulled her off the sofa and started to drag her toward one of the doors unless she walked with him.
 
Again, she knew how to ease her pain when need be. Thought she still struggled against him a bit, she walked along with him, not wanting to know where it was he was taking her. She had a sinking feeling she was not going to like it. Her fighting spirit returned to her a moment, once she was able to recover from the horrible liquid's vile taste, "Aiden is going to come looking for me! He'll find me and then you will pay for not listening to me! You'll see!"
 
He laughed again, â??Please continue I find your threats amusing seeing as Aiden doesnâ??t care about you. All you were was another girl that spread her legs for him.â? he pulled her down a set of steps and then stopped half way down pressing a few stones in the wall. the wall suddenly swung open revealing a dark room that smelled of sweat and sex. Heylel pushed Crista into the room roughly the only light coming from torches around the wall. â??Welcome to your new home.â?
 
Crista stumbled, falling to the stone floor of the room, taking a moment to recover before looking up and around her surroundings.

The room was far worse then anything she had ever seen while under the rule of Juliet. Devices of all shapes and sizes she had no idea what they could be used for, but feared she would soon know each and every one of them all to well. Chains hung, swaying from the ceiling all over the place as well as from the walls. The whole place was so dark, she could see more things off across the space but couldn't make out what they were from her. Among them, she swore she saw a person. After staring longer, her eyes adjusted and indeed it was for it moved. Arms chained over her head, bloody whip marks on her back as it was faced towards her and sitting, straddled across... well... it looked like a wooden... something.

Another movement drew her attention and she shifted towards the other side of the room. Two woman emerged through the dark, looking totally different then the other one. And the fourth she could also now see. As least she thought it a person as it lay crumbled in a pile on the floor in the corner beyond the two that now came forth, smiles greeting the vile man still standing over her.

The first, a red haired beauty wore nothing but a sort of collar around her neck. It glimmered slightly in the low light. It appeared to be silver or maybe even gold. She took the lead and came up to Heylel, falling to her knees a bit before him and crawling the rest of the way to end up kissing his feet, literally.

The second had long, LONG black hair that draped over her front, semi covering her breasts, but the nipples still popped of from amongst the locks. She wore a similar color, but this was one clearly made of gold and made her then rethink the other to be silver. She walked right up to Haylel first before kneeling next to him and kissing his thigh. They both seemed to purr the same greeting at the same moment, "We missed you Master Heylel..."

How could they worship a monster like that, Crista could not help but wonder as she watched the scene.
 
Heylel smiled his hand gently brushing over the head of the one with long dark hair before he pulled her head back much the way that he had been with Crista. A soft moan slipped from the girls lips as Heylel brushed his hand down her cheek. â??How is the new girl fairing Jacquelyn?â?

A soft purr came from the dark haired girls lips. â??She is alive master but she wishes she wasnâ??t. She is by far the most stubborn girl you have ever dealt with.â?

Heylel smirked, â??Well I think that will change.â? He pulled Crista forward his hand under her arm. â??A gift from the king, Aidenâ??s little whore.â? He pulled Crista close and bit down hard on her shoulder breaking the skin leaving the mark of his teeth in her skin. â??Shall we get to work on her girls?â?

Both the girls purred softly and stood taking Cristaâ??s arms and starting to drag her deeper into the dark chamber.
 
Crista cried out from the pain of his bite. He was like some kind of animal! And his girls didn't seem much different. "No!" She screamed out as they grabbed a hold of her. They were both quite strong, but Crista was a worker. Strength was one things she could use when she needed it. She never dared us it against Juliet or Dilian, but this moment, she dared as she squirmed and struggled in the two girls hands like a worm on a good struggling to get free. They held tight thought, dragging Crista's feet across the stone floor, "LET ME GO! LET ME GO!!"
 
The two girls didnâ??t let her go holding tight shocked at how good she was at struggling. There was a grinding sound behind her before a dull thud. A thick stone wall had just moved over the entrance. The two girls were trying to force her hands into some chains that hung from the ceiling though they were having a hard time with her.

To one side there was a soft whimper from the girl on the wooden contraption that Crista would learn was called a horse. Heylel was over by her his hand rubbing over her still bloody back from a fresh whipping. He was whispering something to her but it couldnâ??t be heard from where Crista was and with all the struggling.
 
Crista felt one of her wrists touch the cold metal above her and a panic seemed to course through her. A panic and a moment of strength. She had read once in a book about something like this. Then when a person felt the instinct of being in danger or a loved one in danger. For a moment, the could do things they usually could not. This was one of them as she yanked her hand away from the red head, swiftly swinging it around to punch the raven haired on in the face. She fell, but held firm still to Crista's wrist, trying to pull her down with her while Crista used her now free hand to attempt and crawl the others hand off her wrist.
 
The red head tried her best to get her hand around Cristaâ??s again but with all the thrashing around she was finding it hard. Jacquelyn, the raven haired one struggled to hold onto her other one as her nose started to bleed clearly having been badly damaged from the punch.

Heylel had walked over to a wall with many different kinds of implements on it. picking up a long nasty looking whip he uncoiled it and with a sharp snap of his arm the small barb dug into Cristaâ??s back. This was not just a simple leather whip the barb on the end had been designed to sink into skin and rip part of it out as it was pulled back. Which is just what Heylel did now.
 
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