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Moments passed before Xavior ended up leaving. Leaving me to my own thoughts. Maybe this could work. I mean we were souls tied together right? I mean he says it I think I feel it.

Zenia was just tired of the back and forth. She knew she couldn't live her life like that. Was she even sure she wanted to be queen. She knows why she is acting like the queen she wants to prove a point but is the point worth this?

Zenia dusted those thoughts to the back of her mind and left the practice room taking off towards her room. Or at least the way she thought it was. All the halls looked the same. White and long. White doors and she definitely felt as though she was in a hospital. The place was insanely clean she couldn't even keep her own house this clean. That's when the itch came. The itch that needed scratching a long draw on a cigarette. She hated them but she loved them. She only loved them because it took the itch of wanting them away, but she would do almost anything to get off of them. She only started in high-school because everyone else did. She thought it was cool made her cool. Unfortunately she found out later the only reason why the "cool" kids wanted anything to do with her was because she had the money and resources to keep them stashed on the smokes.

But she remembered she has been here a few days one more and they will be completely out of her system. She just had to get passed the itch.

"I don't need them." They will be my death anyway. Shaking her head pushing passed the craving she continued to walk trying to figure where the hell she was going. When a different guard came into view holding a naked woman.

"Excuse me." She spoke making them both look at her.

"Yes, My lady?" The guard asked instantly releasing his hold on the naked woman causing a small scuff from the female.

"Would you ever be so kind as to show me my room please?" She asked earning a smile from the guard he turned to whisper to the woman and she slipped into a room a few doors further from them.

"This way your highness." He motioned his hand in the opposite direction on which he was standing and started to walk that way leading her through the halls to her room.

As they walked she felt as if they were walking for some time.

"Sir? You are taking me to my room correct?"

"Yes your highness. Where do you think I would take you? A sex dungeon?" He laughed. The sex dungeon made Zenia slightly uncomfortable.

"There is a sex dungeon here?" Instead of answering he chose to remain silent part of her wanted him to answer yet the other part didn't. They rounded a corner leading to another white hall and white doors. After a few more moments he nodded to the room on his left.

"This is yours your highness."

"Thank you." She went to open the door as he stood there watching making her slightly uneasy.

"Is there something you need?" She asked still holding onto the door knob.

"Just making sure you get in safe is all." He gave her a gentle smile. She nodded and turned the knob.

What was in front of her was not her room. In fact it was infact a sex dungeon. Woman hung from the walls tied up with gags in their mouths. Woman "crying" whinning, moaning, begging for release and she didn't think it was to be released from their cage they stayed in. She heard moaning from the other side of the room. Looking around the door. She seen the one man she didn't expect here. Xavior stood proud with his naked back to her and his pants hung just above his ass; as he held a long rope? Whip in his hand and swung it forward. Causing a gasp from the woman he was whipping. She peeked to see her strung to a circular piece of wall spinning around causing her to be whipped in random spots.

"Don't you see, My lady. You will never be enough for him or for us. So just do us all a favor and get lost." He chuckled quietly in her ear.

"Also your room is two doors down on the left." She spun around and slowly walked out the room towards hers. She was placed near a sex dungeon? Of course, she meant nothing to any of them. Merely just something that can give him a damn child. Her stomach lurched as she got into her room causing her to go to the bathroom and throw up. He likes that? Whipping woman tying them to walls listening to the cry? Sick bastard. She would never give him that. After that heart warming moment with him and he takes right off to have sex? She had only met him a few months ago what did she expect?

She chuckled to herself. This is business. Keep it professional no personal. Yes she felt the bond pull but that didn't mean she had to accept the feelings that came with it.

After what happened with her ex this would be the perfect life. No male present only at quick moments to please himself or her. A child. Free food and water. Things given to her when she asked. She sat back against the wall of the bathroom and slid down mind deep in thought.

"Get back here you simple bitch!" He screamed as Zenia raced the halls of her house. Brian throwing random objects at her as she ran.

"I'm sorry please!" She cried out rushing into the bathroom and locking the door. His banged on the door over and over as he yelled.

"I told you home at 9! It's 9:20. Who were you fucking? Is that what you do dirty whore! I ought to kill you." Slowly silence fell thinking he left maybe to go to the room and sleep letting the beer take him. When suddenly the handle turned. He found the key.

"Brian please!" She rushed as he slammed the door open hitting her body in the process causing her to scream.

"Is that what you are?" He bent down to her at eye level. His deep brown eyes were empty as he smiled at her.

"No, I swear I would never I love you!" He gripped her arm hard. She tried to pull it away causing him to release the arm and slap her in the face. He gripped the bottom of her chin forcing her to look at him.

"Such a shame. I would never love a whore. Remember can't turn a whore into a house wife." He chuckled then continued. "But I sure can fuck a whore." He finished as he gripped her hair pulling her out the bathroom dragging her down the hall.

Tears slid down Zenia's face. One after the next. After that day she vowed she would never let another male be apart of her life. She was tired of getting hurt. She would never risk it and of course now she is forced into just another potentially toxic relationship. This time she stood staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her curls bobbing and her make up smearing.

Why me?

Why this life?

What did I do?

Fucking answer me!

She screamed in her head as more tears spilt the anger radiating off of her. She slammed her hand forward breaking the mirror in the bathroom. She wanted it to take her pain away and it didn't she only wanted to break more shit. Grabbing the bottles and decorations that sat in the bathroom she threw them at the walls breaking one after the next leaving glass and dirt from the broken plants on the bathroom floor. Small holes traced the walls where the objects hit. She striped herself of the jewels and the gown leaving everything to sit with the brokenness on the floor. She began to look through the drawers. Finding what she was looking for.

The only thing that would bring her some form of happiness. Scissors.