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208 vii. Dominus
She carefully brushed her hair in front of her dresser, her skin was as pale as ghost, her eyes blue and lifeless. She snarled at her own reflection, her fangs showed and irked her even more.
She went to the windows and stared at the full moon, her chains dragging with her as she moved.
She wondered where her captor is. He is usually punctual, he is almost always never late. But he has been gone for hours tonight, and that has been too burdensome.
She hated waiting for him, and yet there was a part of her that couldn’t stop from doing so. A part of her she will never fully accept or acknowledge.
Not like she cares about her abductor, because that will be ridiculous. She only ever cares about two things.
Revenge, and freedom. These two things should have been obvious to him from the start.
Why, you ask? The emperor was a cruel man. He has ordered the destruction of her race years ago. That is, even when he has been just a crown prince, given protectorate powers by the then emperor.
He issued a decree that sealed the faith of all of the other vampires that came before her. That is at least what she had been told.
For some reason none of their kingdom’s medics can explain, she couldn’t remember a thing from before waking up to find her brother beside her.
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Malavar was crying beside her, holding her hands in his as he kissed her cheek, telling her he was thankful she has finally woken up.
He told her of how she was injured from the attack of the magic knights, an attack that lead to the annihilation of yet again some of their members.
She told her brother she couldn’t remember anything, and he seemed unfazed.
Her brother seemed to be expecting it, and rightly so since he told her it was because she was first abducted by the crown prince and had been experimented on with magic.
It has been theorized by the great medics of their race that the crown prince has tortured her so badly causing her severe trauma that made her want to forget her own memories.
A psychological amnesia, if you will. That term, she don’t even know where that came from, but even that sounded right in her head.
See what she means about her possibly losing her sanity because of the trauma she had? She let out another sigh as she wished with all her heart for her rescue to finally arrive.
Her brother promised her that he will take her back after she has been abducted for the second time by the crown prince.
He and their troops were forced to flee and leave her behind as thousands of magic knights rushed into their camp, circling her tent like a swarm of bees about to attack.
Ahhhh... the audacity of them all to take into captivity the princess of a proud race! They really have no conscience, at least none that would have made them more humane.
She gritted her teeth as she wallowed in self-pity and wounded pride. There needs to be an end to it all. She knew one day there will be.
She looked around her fine luxurious prison and realized how indeed extravagant it is, almost like a giant playhouse on its own, and yet so small compared to the world.
She wanted to go back to her world, one that she can explore fully, one she can protect and govern. One where she is Mary, the vampire princess.
She was brought to his castle three years ago, bounded and gagged like some animal. He, the king of all humans who issued a decree for her race’s extinction, has finally captured his prize.
His army had one main goal- to eradicate her kind. So it came as a shock that when she was captured and brought before him, he didn’t kill her.
He didn’t even hurt any part of her, well except if you count that part of her that hurts so from his countless lascivious expeditions.
She felt shame rush through her as she realized she, the vampire princess, has been reduced to nothing but his little fuck toy.
But even that doesn’t sound real, because every time their excursions ended, he would hold her close and nuzzle on her neck, almost as if he was her lover holding closely his beloved.
Then he will let her feed on him as much as she would like, his sweet blood filling up her empty veins with life. He doesn’t even ask for her to stop.
He made her feel like she have permission to just drain the life out of him if she so desired. But despite such extravagance, she always manage to stop every single time.
For some reason, she would stop before she consumed far too much, before she could drain his life away like how she felt she wanted. She would stop for some reason as his fingers combed through her hair.
Then she would let him hold her close as he asked her if she was satisfied. She would nod and he will lift her chin, claiming her lips for another kiss.
It always ends up like that, almost as if he cares for her, and almost as if she does care for him in exchange. She shook her head because that was simply impossible.
He is the monarch who most hated her kind. He has imprisoned her and locked her up in this tower, depriving her of her freedom.
No matter how you put it, he... is her enemy.
But why exactly did the prince keep her in this grandiose prison cell? For what?
To derive pleasures from her body? But that doesn’t make sense. The crown prince is a most handsome man, with his body built and his powerful lineage, he could have any girl he wanted.
She on the other hand was as cold as ice, far from the king who is handsome beyond words, a warrior, and a person his people admire most.
Whether it be a queen or a noblewoman, it is far too impossible not to have a willing woman in his bed.
Then what does he want from her? She, a vampire. With her body that was small and frail and her skin as pale as a ghost, what would the perfect king want from someone like her?
What does he see in her that seems to convince him he must have her locked up, like a child would his favorite toy?
Was he punishing her for trying to kill him? Then why does he let her drain his blood? Why does he afford her all forms of luxuries except freedom?
She looked at the door as the doorknob turned and revealed him, her most frightening captor... Dominus.
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