Chapter 69 - Emily

**EMILY**

Emily followed the two men with mixed emotions. The man in black went down the stone spiral staircase first, then she followed, with Alexander close behind her, a hand on her shoulder. Was he trying to assert his ownership?
Dominik was a little smaller than Alexander and also younger. He radiated a dark, mysterious aura that really scared her. It wasn’t like a thrilling chill, but really dark and scary. She didn’t want to be alone with this man. There was something sinister in his eyes.
Her heart beat faster and faster against her chest the deeper they went. Why did the two of them take her to the dungeon? When she had visited the castle, she had imagined huge halls with dining rooms, family portraits, thick carpets and tapestries. Maybe an old bedroom and a nursery. She could even have settled for servants’ quarters under the roof and a smoky kitchen. But she did not like being led by this gloomy man into the cold, dark, vaulted cellar. Alexander’s warm hand on her back didn’t help either. She had long suspected that he was sadistic.
Oh God, when she thought of Dominik Davencourt’s gaze, she felt faint. He had looked at her as if he wanted to see her naked on the rack. Could it be that men had similarly cruel thoughts? Did they perhaps want to attack her together, whip her, stab her with needles, stretch her legs and arms and enjoy her screams while rubbing their cocks with lust and finally cum on her tortured body? Her heart was racing, cold sweat glistened on her forehead, her hands were clammy and her mouth was dry. 
When they had passed the last step, they stood in a large room with electric torches flickering irregularly. It looked natural, but it made everything a little creepier. Emily spotted a rough-hewn wooden table on which lay a huge set of keys with large iron keys. On one wall was a wooden rack with ancient weapons. She recognized lances and clubs. Several wooden doors with small iron bars led to other rooms. A dark stone corridor wound further under the castle.
“Welcome to the dungeon, Emily. Are you here as a visitor - or are you really a slave?” Dominik approached her with a threatening voice and posture, and she screamed in fright and backed away, bumping into Alexander. He now placed both hands on her shoulders and squeezed hard. His grip was not protective, but painful. When Dominik took another step towards her, she whimpered. Alexander’s hard cock pressed eagerly against her ass as she stared, heart pounding, at the greedy glow in Dominik Davenport’s dark brown eyes.
I’m doomed, she thought, frantically blinking away the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Suddenly, everything became clear. She remembered the encounter with Poseidon. I should have known. Dominic Davenport is Alexander Fitzpatrick’s lover! Good heavens, how stupid I am! They’re going to torture me and revel in my desire and pain before they satisfy each other!
“Are you afraid, Emily? Are there beads of sweat on your forehead?” She felt Dominik’s fingers on her brow. Alexander’s loud growl didn’t help either. Dominik pulled his finger back, sniffed it and then put it in his mouth. “Delicious! I would like to taste your fear somewhere else. Or should I say... lust?”
Now Alexander did not growl anymore. “Dominik, that’s enough, don’t push your luck!”
A smug smile spread across the black-haired man’s face as he leaned down towards her. “Do you think that’s enough too, little Emily? Or does your wet cunt crave a tingling treatment in my gruesome chambers?”
“That’s enough, Mr. Davenport,” Emily replied, out of breath and blinking nervously. The grip on her shoulders tightened. Was Alexander angry with her? Was she ruining his game with his mistress?
“Pity.” Dominik straightened up again. “Then I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. Alexander, you know the rooms, you know the rules. You have two hours for whatever. After that, please clean up. If you’re interested, I can send you both an invitation to the slave show.”
“Slave show?” Emily swallowed nervously and licked her dry lips.
Just one step. It was just one small step and Dominik was so close to her that she screamed at the exact moment he pulled her into his arms with a wild jerk and his lips remained close to hers. “Darling, never lick your lips in the presence of a horny dom - or he’ll devour you!”
She felt the man’s breath on her lips and suddenly tears welled up in her eyes. She flinched helplessly and cried into his firm grip. She had never felt so miserable in her life! Suddenly he let her go, glared at her and Alexander again and hissed: “It’s time for you to teach her.”
With that, the man hurried past them and up the stairs. Alexander, however, pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered miserably against his chest. “I didn’t mean to scare your friend away.”
“You didn’t chase him away, he shouldn’t have followed us down here in the first place,” Alexander explained. “He only did it because of you.”
“Because of me? Yes, I know you wanted to scare me to death in front of you, before you... before you...” She took a deep breath, it was incredibly difficult for her to say. “Before you satisfy each other.” 
“Excuse me?” Alexander stared at her, his eyes wide.
“Well, you must have gotten off somewhere in the last few weeks. Since you can’t come with me, you’re obviously gay, or at least something like that. It’s really no problem. Really. Ms. Enders from the DarEnd-Agency has already hinted at something like that.”
Oh God, let me die, Emily groaned inwardly. What nonsense am I saying?
“Emily,” he said in a hoarse voice, pressing his rock hard penis against her stomach. “I’m definitely not gay. Before I fuck you right here so you’ll believe me, let’s go see the rooms. Because I’m not here to fuck you, but to show you the torture chambers.”
Piece by piece, his words trickled into her mind. He wasn’t gay? He was even horny for her? “Then why don’t you fuck me if you’re not gay?” She glared at him angrily as she finally put all the statements together. “What’s wrong with me? Or what’s wrong with you? Can you only fuck me when someone is watching? Or when you wear suspenders? Or do we have to be in a dungeon? What’s wrong with you?”
Without a word, he grabbed her by the hips, looked her in the eye menacingly, and... threw her over his shoulder! 
“Aahhh!” she screamed angrily, slapping his back. “Put me down, put me down now!”
On the contrary, he grabbed her legs tighter and slapped her bottom hard. He hurried her down the dark hallway. There were three doors at the end. He chose the right one amidst her screams and struggles and entered a chamber while continuing to slap her bottom hard. He finally let her down and pushed her onto a chair.
“Stop it, let me go, I want to go!” she screamed, not recognizing herself. She had never been so hysterical. She could already feel the metal restraints around her wrists and ankles. As if that weren’t enough, she felt the sharp thorns on the inside of the clamps. Then he stepped behind her and she turned her head, panting wildly. 
“Untie me now, Alexander Fitzpatrick! I’m not your slave!” 
“Unfortunately,” he growled, pulling at her hair to force her head back. Now she felt with horror as a metal clamp snapped at her neck, and here too she felt thorns on the inside.
She froze. Only her chest heaved violently. Fear crept up on her again. But this time it was a different fear. She realized that despite this rough treatment, she had nothing to fear. He would only hurt her as much as she could stand. Nevertheless, the fear of the unknown remained and lurked deep inside her like a terrible monster.
Now he stood before her and glared at her angrily. She licked her lips and jumped. What did Dominik Davenport say about licking her lips?
“I see you’re just beginning to learn, Emily.” His voice sounded threatening. “Actually, I wanted to show you the rooms and find out what you feel when you see them. But it seems you want to feel directly.”
Even though she was fully clothed, the clamps took all her strength. She couldn’t move. In just a few seconds, Alexander had shown her how strong he was and how weak she was.
She lowered her eyes humbly as she realized what he had meant by his words: “I will devour you body and soul!”