Defenseless

Ashlyn's POV

And just as usual,he was gone right after he was done with me. I curled up on the bed finally free from all the tools he had used on me.
I was sore,stretched and ached. I did not know when I started to cry.
Just like I had thought,his punishment was more cruel than before. Would I ever be able to survive in the hands of this man?
Would I ever get freed from the hands of this devil?
There was not a chance of that happening. I was his captive. His sex slave. His mistress. His whore. Whatever names one can think of,that was all I was to this devil Lucifer.
My body wracked in sobs and I tried to control them. I did not know why I cried. Was it of the sexual intercourse or for the fact that I was the mate of a beast yet I was treated like a whore. Being a slave was better than the life I was living I was sure.
Despite the punishment,my body had betrayed me by responding to every touch of his cruel hands and igniting waves of ecstasy inside of me. I was stretched beyond my limit and yet my body liked it. The bitch was sore but she loved his onslaught.
She loved his possessiveness and violence. The traitor! Why did she not correspond with my mind was what I could not understand.
Why did she keep going against me,why? Could she not refuse the pleasures just like I did?
I sighed. I should not blame her. Lucifer had spoilt her since the first day he took advantage of her.
I laid on the bed unmoving and keeping it crossed in my mind that I would not leave the room till whenever.
I closed my eyes. Not to sleep. Not to think. Just to feel numb. Numb about everything around me. Numb of the touch on my skin but that I could not do. It lingered unwilling to leave.
Just when I thought I'd stay here till whenever,my stomach grumbled seeking for food and seeking for blood. I needed both. I needed blood more. I was dessicated. But I refused to pay heed to the yearning.
If I could draw blood from a human, feeling the rush of energy on my tongue,it would have been so easy to compel Lucifer but I could not. I was not able to. I was not cut out for it.
I was too weak and devoid of blood to activate my vampire abilities. The least I could make of was the swiftness and sensitive ears and that was all.
I stretched out my legs feeling numb at my toes. Slowly I got off the bed and went towards the mahogany wardrobe and picked up one of the dresses that I would rather die than to be in them before but right now I had no choice.
I don on the dress and walked down the dress. It was getting dark already.
I walked towards the kitchen and found the cook, Roselia scooping haggis into the dishes and platters of smoked salmon at the other side of the table.
"This smells good Roselia." I said to her.
She was also among the nice lycans I've met since I arrived here. Her,one of the helps Catriona and Ripper. I guess they found out I was a chicken vampire so they had no fear of me sinking my fangs on their necks.
She smiled. "Finally hungry now hm?" She asked. I've practically refused food since I got here. I could do without it for a while long as I had whiskey.
She'd been forcing me to eat saying I was too pale. Least I forget Roselia is a middle aged woman that's why she's so motherly.
I never spoke to her about Lucifer's treatments but she had a way of seeing them in my eyes. She would not say a word about it for fear of the alpha's wrath.
I chuckled. "I am really." I said giving my stomach a pat.
She handed me a plate. "Start with this first. I'll get more for you." She said to me smiling.
"Sure." I said taking the plate from her and walking out of the kitchen.
"I'll take this,thank you." Someone said from my side and took the plate from my hand.
I turned to see who it was and my eyes fell on Sia one of Lucifer's mistresses too.
He has been on my neck since I was brought in here. Always taunting me and making me the topic of ridicule.
I was beginning to think she was jealous of me. Jealous of the fact that Lucifer was no longer warming her bed but mine. What was there to be jealous of? She could have the demon whenever she wanted! I do not give a damn about it!
"Hand back Sia." I said to her simply.
"Really? The vampire is now suddenly hungry. Have you not been told that your kind cannot digest properly? You'll end up throwing up and that's wastage. There's no wastage in the Nightwing pack." She said referring to the lycans.
I refused the urge to roll my eyes and hiss. No one here knew I was an hybrid. Not even Roselia who insisted on me always eating. Not even the almighty Lucifer Saunron sensed my werewolf side.
"And if that happens? It's none of your business." I said to her.
She chuckled sarcastically. "It is my business. I'm the head of all the mistresses Lucifer has. I'm his first mistress." She said with an air of pride and I stared at her disgusted to my stomach.
"And is that a thing of pride? Being a mistress and not a mate?" I said to her annoyed. All I wanted was my plate of haggis and nothing more. She could drown in a lagoon for all I care.
She frowned at me. "Do not speak to me in such manner. I'll put you in your place." She said to me.
I jeered at her. "And how do you intend doing that?" I asked mocking her and before I knew it,she pulled the plate of haggis on my head.
I stared at her in shock.
"What the bloody hell?" I muttered underneath my breath.
"Would you still like to know what I can do?" She inquired sounding very satisfied with herself. I heaved. My heart clenched with anger. My face growing paler,my canines sprouting out ready to unleash the monstrous side I was born with.
I advanced towards her. For a selfish and annoying person like Sia,it would not be bad to drain her of her life source but I could not. Just like she had sprouted out,she went back in and I swallowed back the humiliation I just faced.
Why would you not just come out of me bitch? Why would you not just come out and defend me? I questioned my inner self.
"Sia,you just wasted food!" I heard Roselia yell behind me. I guess she was in trouble for that with Lucifer.
I smirked. "Who's about to suffer more?" I asked her.
Instead of fear in her eyes,she smiled. "I await my punishment." She said.
I stared at her in shock,then I realized she did it on purpose so she could get the special punishment only Lucifer gave. The smirk wiped off my face and I ran up the stairs and into my room. I locked the door behind me and slipped right there on it down to the floor.
Why did I suddenly feel so suffocated when she said so? Was it because I just realized I was not the only one getting the punishment? Why would that hurt me? I was a mistress after all. We were all his mistresses and nothing more. Why was I thinking about this so much? I held my soggy hair. What was wrong with me?.....