The Arrival at Vespera

With trembling hands, I sank back onto my knees, obeying him despite every fiber of my being screaming for rebellion. The cold metal bars of the cage pressed against my skin, a physical reminder of the prison that held me both body and soul. I wanted to fight, to resist his control, but something deeper, perhaps fear or a twisted, inexplicable pull kept me rooted to the spot, obedient to his every whim. His voice slithered through the darkness, low and dangerous.

"You're mine tonight.”
"You'll learn to love it."

Without waiting, he stripped with a calculated swiftness, his belt clattering to the floor. My heart pounded in my chest as he grabbed my hand, forcing it onto his rigid arousal. The growl that escaped him was predatory. Before I could react, he shoved me onto the small bed, the impact jarring, and positioned himself over me. His rough grip on my waist made it clear: there was no escape. I screamed in pain as he thrust into me, the sharp intrusion overwhelming my senses. His hand clamped down on my mouth, stifling my cries.

"Shut up, pet," he spat.
"You're lucky I didn’t snap your neck after the stunt you pulled."




His hand shifted, wrapping around my throat, squeezing just enough to remind me of his power. His movements were relentless, and though I loathed myself for it, my body betrayed me, reacting despite the pain. I clawed at his hand, gasping for air as darkness crept at the edges of my vision.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like this,” he hissed into my ear, his cold laughter echoing off the walls of the small chamber.
“Your body tells me everything I need to know.”
“You’re a bad girl who likes being punished.”

He released his hold on my throat, and I gulped for air, my body trembling uncontrollably. I wanted to fight, to scream that I didn’t want this. When I found my voice, it was small, broken.

“Stop, please—I don’t want this,” I whimpered.
“You don’t make the demands here, pet,” he growled, his hand tightening on my thigh.
"Now beg me."
“Beg me to fuck you harder.”
“To punish you for being naughty.”
“No,” I spat, gritting my teeth against the pain as his fingernails dug into my flesh.
“Beg.”


His voice was ice-cold.

Through gritted teeth, I whispered the words I hated more than anything, “Fuck me harder master.”

A cruel smile curled his lips as he rolled me onto my back, my body crying out in pain as I hit the metal bars of the bed. He stood, positioning me like a doll, my legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into me, harder and deeper. His size overwhelmed me, pushing past the limits of what I could bear. His hand twisted in my hair, yanking my head back, and exposing my neck.

I squirmed in terror as his teeth sank into my skin. His hand clamped over my mouth, silencing my scream. He continued his brutal assault, each thrust harder than the last until, finally, with a grunt, he finished. Relief flickered for a brief moment, but it was fleeting. He wasn’t done.

He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me back to his bed and pinning me beneath him. His weight was crushing, his intentions clear.

“I never said I was finished with you,” he sneered, his lips crashing down on my chest.

His teeth clamped onto my nipple, pulling until I screamed again, the sound muffled by his hand. I thrashed beneath him, but his grip was unyielding, his strength far greater than mine. Minutes stretched into an eternity as he ravaged me, his dominance absolute.

My body ached with every movement, every touch another reminder of my helplessness. When he finally relented, leaving me gasping for air, I lay still, too weak to move, my spirit shattered.

His cruelty wasn’t over. He lay beside me, his arm snaking around my waist possessively, like a predator claiming its prey. I shivered at his touch, the cold calmness in his demeanor more terrifying than any violent outburst.

"What are you doing?"
A malicious smirk crossed his face as he responded, “I aim to impregnate you.”
“Then maybe you’ll learn some respect.”

The words turned my blood to ice. His arm, heavy and possessive, held me in place even as sleep claimed me. The long night dragged on, my mind restless with fear and agony. When dawn finally broke, I awoke alone. My body was sore, every inch bruised and battered from his abuse. With a staggering effort, I pulled myself to the bathroom. The mirror reflected the grim truth—bruises bloomed along my jawline and neck, angry red welts marked my chest where his teeth had bitten into me, and my thighs were a patchwork of bruises.

I cleaned myself up as best I could, my movements slow and mechanical. Another form-fitting dress awaited me. I forced the fabric over my bruised body, each tug of the fabric another reminder of my helplessness.


Stepping onto the deck, I was met with a scene of tension. James stood nearby, his face bruised and swollen, locked in a silent standoff with Captain Blackthorn. His eyes met mine for a moment, something unreadable flickering within them, but before I could make sense of it, Captain Blackthorn’s gaze captured mine.

He beckoned me forward, his eyes gleaming with dark intent. My steps faltered as I approached, fear wrapping around me like a suffocating cloak. The cage loomed before me once more, and before I could protest, he shoved me inside. The door slammed shut with a finality that echoed through my soul.

“Does the little princess have something to say?”

His voice dripped with mockery, his hand tightening around my throat through the bars.

“You won’t get away with this,” I gasped, my voice thick with defiance despite the terror gnawing at my insides.

His grip tightened painfully.

“I can do whatever I want with you.”
“You belong to me.”


His hand finally released me, and I collapsed to my knees, gasping for air as the crew around us carried on, their furtive glances filled with silent curiosity and fear. Through the haze of pain and tears I saw that the ship had steered toward Vespera. I was about to face a new hell.

“Welcome home, pet,” Captain Blackthorn sneered as the ship docked, his wicked grin promising more torment to come.

With a clang, the lock on the cage was undone, and I was dragged forward. My legs gave out, and I collapsed against the mast, the rough wood scraping my back. Before I could gather myself, he circled a cold metal collar around my neck, pulling it tight. A leash followed, and with a cruel yank, he led me down the gangplank like an animal.

The eyes of the villagers burned into me, their whispers like daggers in the air. Captain Blackthorn’s grip on the leash left no room for defiance as he paraded me through the streets toward the looming silhouette of the castle, where my fate awaited.

The heavy doors to the castle opened. I knew I was trapped, walking toward a nightmare with no escape. The guards, their expressions a mixture of fear and deference, parted before us like obedient shadows as we entered the hallowed halls of the fortress. Captain Blackthorn's footsteps echoed like thunder against the cold stone floors as he led me inexorably toward the heart of the castle, toward the throne room.