The Hole

‘Delilah?’ Visenya called out to her wolf.

"I’m here," Delilah replied softly.

"I’m scared, Delilah. I can’t see anything." Visenya sobbed.

"I'm right here with you," Delilah reassured her.

"Why have you been so quiet?" Visenya queried.

"I'm sorry, Visenya... Our mate frightens me," Delilah confessed. "He is not like us, with a wolf that I can connect with in hopes that he’ll reason with his Lycan. He doesn’t have a dragon... He is a dragon."

"Do not call him our mate," Visenya declared firmly. "He is nothing to us."

Visenya gasped and turned her head in the direction of a mysterious sound. "What’s that? Did you hear that?"

"I didn’t hear anything, Visenya," Delilah responded, trying to calm her.

“I heard whispers... someone’s down here,” Visenya exclaimed, her voice trembling as she started to hyperventilate and weep simultaneously.

“Visenya, that’s just your mind playing tricks on you. Try to calm down,” Delilah said soothingly.

“I can’t... I don’t want to be down here anymore,” Visenya pleaded, her voice filled with desperation.

“Shhhh... why don’t you shift, Visenya?” Delilah suggested gently. “Once you transform, you won’t be shackled or blindfolded anymore. You'll feel a lot better, I promise.”

“You know I can’t do that, Delilah,” Visenya responded, her voice filled with despair. “He will only punish me more.”

“Then sing with me... sing that song that your mother used to sing to you,” Delilah gently suggested.

“Delilah...” Visenya hesitated.

“Come on... sing it,” Delilah insisted, her voice filled with warmth.

Reluctantly, Visenya began to sing the song from her childhood. It was the same melody that her mother would sing to Synora now, to lull her into a peaceful slumber. As she sang, Visenya felt herself slowly drifting off to sleep, the comforting memories of her mother soothing her troubled mind. Hours passed, and she was eventually awakened by a gnawing hunger and a full, aching bladder.

Panic surged through her, and she screamed at the top of her lungs, begging Lucian to let her out, but her cries fell on deaf ears. It was then that she realized, with a sinking feeling, that the last time she had eaten was the morning after Lucian's initial attack on her kingdom.

As another hour passed, she found herself unable to hold her bladder any longer and was forced to soil herself. The sense of degradation was overwhelming, as if she had lost all her dignity. Even squatting over the filthy commode seemed preferable to urinating all over herself. She sobbed helplessly, questioning what she could have possibly done to anger the Moon Goddess.

"Don't be ashamed, Visenya. It's alright," Delilah consoled.

Lucian kept her confined in the dark, cold space for endless hours, plagued by a gnawing hunger that refused to subside. Sleep eluded her, the spasms of pain serving as a constant reminder of her dire circumstances. When morning finally arrived, her fitful doze was abruptly interrupted by the creaking sound of the door above. Footsteps slowly approached, and she remained motionless, her breath caught in a mix of anticipation and dread.

With a swift movement, her blindfold was removed, revealing Lucian's towering figure standing before her, his expression as unreadable as ever. He crouched down, meeting her gaze, and his scrutinizing eyes surveyed her lower body with a look of revulsion.

"You stink, dog," he taunted.

Anger flared in Visenya's eyes at his comment, and Lucian observed her reaction very closely.

"Is there something you want to say to me?" He asked, his tone dripping with dominance.

Visenya had a plethora of thoughts that she longed to express, none of which were wholesome. Her piercing gaze, fixed upon Lucian, radiated the intensity of her rage.

"You know, if a slave ever dared to cast such a gaze upon their master, their eyes would be gouged out without a moment's hesitation," he remarked.

"Are you going to gouge out my eyes?" Visenya retorted sharply.

Lucian's reply came with an unsettling calmness. "No... I wouldn't dream of it," he replied. "Because I want to witness that fire extinguish within them when I finally shape you into the most obedient slave. It appears you still possess a streak of resistance, so perhaps another night in confinement is in order."

“No!” Visenya vehemently objected. “I will obey! Please, do not leave me down here again!”

“Of course, you’re willing to comply when you’re facing punishment,” he retorted.

“You want me to beg?!” She exclaimed, her voice filled with desperation. “I will beg! I will grovel at your feet! I won’t even dare to look at you in any kind of way! Whatever you want, just please, I cannot bear to stay down here another second!”

Lucian looked at her with curiosity in his eyes. One by one, he unchained each of her wrists, and she rubbed at them in relief as she looked up at him, awaiting his command.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Start begging,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

She felt another surge of anger building within her, but she managed to suppress it. Pushing herself up onto her knees, she inched closer to where he stood. With a pitiful expression in her doe-like eyes and her hands pressed together in a beggar-like gesture, she looked up at him. “Please, master… I beg of you. Do not leave me down here again,” she pleaded, her voice carrying a sweet, innocent tone.

"You can do better than that," he scoffed, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Visenya closed her eyes, suppressing the urge to roll them at his infuriating arrogance. She took a deep breath, preparing to give an over exaggerated tribute. "Please, oh glorious master, the greatest and most powerful being in all the world, would you be so merciful as to spare a lowly creature like myself from spending another second in this pit of hell?"

A smirk slowly crept across Lucian's face, savoring the taste of his superiority. He reveled in the power and control he held over her, relishing every moment of her submission. But as he stood there, towering over her, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of unease. For all his dominance, there was one thing he couldn't command: the rebellious stirrings within his own body.

A flush of desire began to spread, unsure if it was the sight of her on her knees before him, the tantalizing glimpse down her flimsy top, or the proximity of her lips to his pulsing core. The mere thought of her mouth enveloping him sent a surge of arousal straight to his throbbing cock.

He found himself struggling to maintain control in her presence. It had only been two days since he laid claim to her, but if he didn't rein in his desires, he would become a walking, hard on. As a powerful dragon, he enjoyed many privileges, but the restriction of only mating with his complement once found proved to be a frustrating flaw.

"Get up," he commanded, his voice stern.

Visenya quickly rose to her feet, and he led her out of the wretched hole by the chain of her collar. They entered the opulent dining room, where a flurry of new slaves worked diligently to clean. Sorrowful tears welled up in her eyes as she saw the very humans she had once kept safe and free, now fallen into a life of slavery.

Upon Lucian's entrance, a hush fell over the room, and every gaze fixated on him. Everyone instinctively lined up, as if he silently commanded their every move. In just one day, Lucian had succeeded in conditioning them to be completely subservient.

With purposeful strides, Lucian made his way to the grand dining table. A young woman, quick on her feet, hurried over and gracefully pulled out the chair at the head for him. "Your seat awaits you, Dragon Lord," she declared.

Visenya couldn't help but roll her eyes, though her fear quickly overtook her, wondering if he had noticed. She knew she had to be cautious in her mannerisms and with her words if she wished to avoid the hole.

The delicious aroma of the cooking filled the air, causing Visenya's stomach to growl loudly. All eyes turned to her, momentarily breaking the spell of subservience. Lucian took his place at the table and commanded Visenya to kneel beside him. Without delay, the woman returned with a tray of food, carefully placing it in front of him.

"My slave here is famished. Have you prepared her dish as I instructed?" Lucian inquired, his tone laced with impatience.

The young woman glanced at Visenya, her eyes filled with pity. "Yes, I have, Dragon Lord," she replied softly.

"Well, then... bring it out," he snapped, his voice tinged with annoyance.

Visenya was taken aback by Lucian's unexpected request to bring her food. The notion that he genuinely cared about her hunger definitely caught her off guard. The young woman walked out of the kitchen and placed a dish on the floor in front of Visenya. As she examined it, her heart sank when she saw that it was ground meat served in a bowl, similar to what one would serve a dog.

As Visenya stared at the degrading meal, a surge of anger boiled up inside her. Tears welled up in her eyes, not from sadness, but from sheer fury. She lifted her gaze to meet Lucian's unwavering scrutiny, his eyes fixed upon her with keen interest, testing to see if she would conform to the submissive role he wanted her to play.

Turning her attention back to the bowl, she clenched it tightly in her hands and hurled it directly at Lucian's head. "I am not a fucking dog!" She screamed..

Lucian swiftly ducked, narrowly avoiding the bowl that collided with the back of his chair. However, the majority of its contents now dripped from his face, eliciting gasps of horror from the onlookers. Their minds raced, brimming with fear over what the Dragon Lord might inflict upon her for such an audacious outburst.

In Lucian's eyes, a tempest of literal burning fire raged, consumed by fury at Visenya's blatant disrespect. Moving with the fluidity of a predator, he closed in on her, causing her to scoot away on her backside, her gaze filled with trepidation.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcefully dragging her out of the dining room as she kicked and screamed in protest, her desperate cries echoing through the halls. The women and men present couldn't help but weep at the sight of their beloved Queen enduring such harsh treatment.

Lucian dragged Visenya back to the hole, with her putting up a fierce fight at every step. Her defiance only fueled Lucian's anger, causing his grip on her hair to tighten with each passing moment. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he ruthlessly chained her back up to the wall and placed the blindfold over her eyes.

"I hate you! I fucking hate you!" She cried out, her voice trembling with a mix of anguish and rage.

He roughly grabbed her face with one hand, his fingers digging into her skin. "You hate me, huh?! Good! I hate you too! You disgust me, mutt! I'd willingly let you rot down here until you take your last breath, just to rid myself of your presence!"

Visenya fell silent for a brief moment, her breath catching in her throat as if his words had struck a nerve. "Then do it... let me die... it has to be better than spending another day here with you," she whispered, her voice filled with resignation.

A thick cloud of silence was the only response that she received. She didn't know what he was thinking or if he was just standing there, staring at her, contemplating her request. She didn't care though. All she could think about was the pain in her heart from being dealt a fate that she didn't believe she deserved.

Eventually, Lucian made his way out of the hole, letting the door slam shut behind him. Once again, Visenya was forced to survive another day in that dark, eerie space in the ground.