31 Welcome to Hell. (Chapter 30)

"DAMMIIEEEN-" I kick Kion and he grunted in pain. I was thrust to the floor almost immediately, My head slamming as I heard something crack as the sound of my fall echoed through the hall. Kion wrestled ontop of me pinning me to the floor. His weight restricted me from breathing.

"PLEASSE JUST LET ME HEAL HIM- PLEASE DAMIEN NEEDS ME-"

He put his hands on my neck and squeezed.

"You little bitch! If I ever hear you scream that Dickheads name again, I will snap you in half!" he grips harder. "You are mine-NOT HIS ANYMORE!" he growls and puts his face closer to mine, I can feel my face turning blue, as his hot breath latches on my skin. "You my love, are mine..get used to it. And fast." He lets go and I cough uncontrollably my head spinning, gripping the floor For stability. Everyone stands watching me. No one has the guts to do or say anything. Kion has a reputation of being vile and unforgiving to those who cross him. And he has a murderous way of punishing them. I don't blame them for not saying anything. But Kion thrives on fear and I will not give him the satisfaction of being afraid. Never I will give in. Never. I just looked at him, hovering above me, his eyes stripping me of all power. Once he was satisfied he got up and pulled me with him. He made me walk infront, and he walked a few steps behind. He made me walk slow, so that everyone would see the power that he so victoriously held over me. I could hear him chuckling.

"What's so funny?" I say tightening my jaw.

"It's just, I should've known that to get my prize, I should go through Ryan. Should of thought of that years ago." He laughed.

"What do you have on Ryan?! Huh?! What is this deal you have made-"

"We made a deal, yes, It wasn't till after I decided I wasn't satisfied with what I received. Soo now, I have claimed a prize, and Ryan can't deny it.."

But what he didn't know. Is THIS prize is not to be claimed, because he chose the wrong gift.

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He tied me to a rope as one of the guards helped me on the horse. I sat there staring at the back of his head as he held the other end of the rope. I imagined what it would be like to slice off his head. But Damien popped into my head. His painful eyes, and his damaged body, lying there fighting for his life not to be snatched away. The echo of his thundering cry shook me to my core. My heart heavy and my legs weak. I had no will to live if the world was without his light. I had only one desire, one prayer. For him to live. I look back for any sign of Drake coming to tell me Damien is alive. But no sign of anyone. Tears streamed and I couldn't even wipe them. I could feel him slipping away! And here I was trapped. "Let's go home my love." Kion says.

Kions guards all got on their horses and off we went into the forest. He was taking me to his manor. Commonly known as hell.

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This manor, was dark. A hole where the devil goes to hide. Kions home. The grand tree had died, the air was dirty and heavy. I had never been here before. Kion and Fosha aren't our blood cousins, they are cousins by marriage. After kion was born, his mother got married to my father's brother. But he died. Still they claim their titles, but they have never been family.

"Ahhhhhh smell the fresh air!" Kion shouted as he pounces off his horse admiring his home. I couldn't help but roll my eyes revolted by his voice. One of the guards take me off my horse, my hands still restricted by the ropes. I am greeted by two girls about my age and they curtsy. Theirs eyes were tired, but they realised who I was and looked at eachother wearily, their cheeks suddenly quivering. I smirk and tilt my head, they know who I am, and what I can do. They both look at Kion as he raises an eyebrow at both girls. They squirm in their places and stand either side of me linking my arms with theirs.

"Remember your loyalties ladies." Kion menacingly reaches into their souls with his eyes. They look down as their eyes burned by the sight of him, or maybe it was instinct.

"Take Karina to my chamber." He looks me up and down the demonic grin returning. "And give her my gift." He winks and my blood boils as he repulses me. The two girls quicky cut my ropes and whisk me away around the corner away from the lingering stench of Kion.

"My lady we did not realise it was you!" They fixed my hair and quickly put a blanket over me as my clothes were ripped.

"What are your names?"

"Lucy"

"Mika"

"I need you guys to do me a favour." I mutter. They lean in closely. "You must get a message to my brother let him know where I am and how to contact me-"

"My lady, we cannot Lord Kion is not merciful... especially towards women!" Fear radiated off of them as heat does fire. I shuddered as my body tensed, I was outraged! All I could think about was Damien. If he survived or not. And no-one was doing SHIT! The dark forces were in full alert responding to my anger, I had never felt such power before. My hands started shaking, my anger was unquantifiable as The Power boils under my skin. "My lady you cannot. Not here!" I just about her hear squeal and I fight to calm my body. Once they see it's all clear, they hesitantly take my arms and lead me upstairs.

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Kions chamber was like I had imagined, sinister. A bears skin lay on the floor, the fire crackling alive filling the chamber with thick smoke. The bed was large, black frame and exotic images on his walls. The flowers on the mantle had curled inward, and the wailing sound of the wind grew ever weary. Just being here made me cry for death. Mika gives me a box and tells me it's the gift from Kion. I shake it, just to be sure. The box was light, I was weary of the type of 'gift' Kion would give. Especially to someone he is holding against their will. I open the box and take out its insides. I hold the fabric in my hand, it was a rather revealing piece of clothing, only something to cover my sacred areas whilst everything else was on display. I crush the fabric in my hands, my rage returning. I thrust the fabric towards the fire, but it hovered above it. I turned around to see Kion, his hand stretched outwards towards the direction of the fabric. The bastard had used magic to stop the fabric from entering the fire.

"That's not how you accept a gift?" He tuttered. "Didn't mommy teach you better?" He sneered at his own remark and placed the fabric in my hand. The best way to beat Kion, is to challenge him. Never give in. At least then you will earn his respect. If I was going to survive here I needed to learn to play his game. And win at it too. I can't fight, I'm in his territory, and I'm alone. So many problems but my main one is staying alive. Lets not forget, he practically owns me now. So I need to be careful, because one way or another I AM gonna kill him..slowly. I take the fabric, taking a dry gulp. And force a smile. He steps closer, the intoxicating smell of cigars wafts around me. Close enough to make my hairs on edge. "I knew you'd come around..so tell me, that boyfriend of yours, how good was he..uno, how well did he please you?" I had bite my lip from cursing at him but I felt my knuckles go white. He snickered as he could see my temperature rise. "That's alright, you don't have to tell me." He his hands rolled down my arms tracing the edges of my trousers. "Soon enough the only name you will scream will be mine, and you will be begging me not to stop." He turned and left closing the door. I could finally breathe. He was wrong, the only name I will ever know. Is Damien Lucent.