Chapter 12

Chapter 12
Lucien didn't allow me to get dressed. He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me out of the room, walking over his brother's limp body. Naked, I followed him as we walked to his own chambers. On the way, we passed some guards and a handful of servants. All of them bowed as we walked past, looking at my naked body almost in disgust. I just followed in tow; I was beyond ashamed. I wondered how my life would change from that moment, and it struck me that I had not had a moment of rest or even enjoyment. We reached Lucien's room and still, holding me, he pushed open the door and shoved me inside.

"Who are you, really?" Lucien said after the door was shut.

"Amara," I said, not knowing how to answer the question. "My name is Amara."

"I don't give a fuck about your name, girl," he said with a sneer. "I don't care. I just want to know who the fuck you are?"

I looked at him, befuddled. I stood with my arms covering my vagina. A chill was passing through me and I was in dire need of some covering. My body trembled lightly and I just couldn't wait for the whole episode to be over. I remained silent, my eyes on the floor, waiting for Lucien to perhaps give me instructions and dismiss me.

"Are you dear?" He barked at me. "I asked you a question and you've not answered. What are you, a fucking moron. Open your mouth and answer my question, little bitch!"

"I- I don't know," I said, even more confused.

"Why did you call Janice?" He went on. "And how did you do it? They said they found blood coming out of her mouth and nostrils. What type of witchcraft did you use? Was it some kind of magic potion. Tell me."

"I didn't killl anyone," I said, on the verge of tears. "I've never killed anyone. Why would I do such a thing? I'm new here and I'm confused, and I only wish that things would get better, I only hope to relate well with everyone else, and then I would just kill someone who has done nothing wrong to me? I'm not an animal, or a witch!"

With each word that came out of my mouth, my voice rose in volume, and by the time I was speaking the last sentence, I was half-yelling, unable to control myself. Lucien said nothing, just watched me as I spiralled, his face hard, his eyes cold and unreadable. After I was done, he ran his eyes over my body.

"But there's something about you still," he said. "Maybe you didn't kill Janice, maybe you don't have her blood on your hands, but still, there's something about you that's unsettling, that disturbs me. Do you mind explaining what that is?"

I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't know what it is."

"Well, you should," he said with a sneer. "You seem very bold, able to form thoughts quickly and articulate them. While that is commendable, you shouldn't be talking back at me. I'm in charge here and you, little girl, are at my mercy."

And then he walked towards me, slowly, measuredly, as if counting his every step. When he got close to me, he ran a finger from my chin to my neck and then to the space between my breasts. Then he did something that I wasn't expecting — he smacked me hard against the face. I staggered backwards, more shocked than pained. 

"That was for raising your voice," he said calmly. "Don't you ever do that. Understand?"

My hand on my stinging cheek, I nodded. He signalled with his finger for me to come closer and I obeyed immediately.

"I wonder what you've been doing with my brother," he said to me, his lips grazing my cheek, his voice airy. "One thing Elias and I have in common is our appetite for adventure; we both love to explore. Other than that, we're very different. I'm much stronger, as you saw earlier, and much more handsomer, as I'm sure you'll agree. Do I lie?"

"No," I managed to say. He pressed his lips against mine, and dug his teeth into my lower lip, drawing blood. I winced.

"You taste good, girl!" He remarked with satisfaction. "Even better than Janice. I think you and I are going to have a world of fun together. All you have to do is do as I say. I love me a good, obedient girl. Understand?"

"I do, Master," I answered.

"Good," he said. "Now, show me what you know. Show me what my brother has taught you. Humour me."

I understand what he was saying, but I was really exhausted and the idea of doing anything sexual with him really tired me out. But I was just a slave, a pet; I was of no consequence and so I went down on my knees, ready to fellate him, as Elias had taught me earlier. When he saw what I was doing, he unzipped and wriggled his penis out.

"Good girl!" He said as I took him in my mouth. I closed my eyes, steeled myself and sucked. He would go from gently stroking my hair to forcefully grabbing it, as if he was about to decapitate me. But I did not protest, nor did I complain. After what seemed like forever, he came in my mouth. Even though he was standing, his whole body shuddered, and he let out groans as if he was in pain.

"That's right, bitch!" He said. "That's right."

He pulled his penis out of my mouth and playfully slapped me on the cheek, laughing with satisfaction. My mouth was full of so much come and I did not know what to do with it. I only looked up at him as he laughed.

"That wasn't bad!" He said. "Not bad at all. I know we're going to have so much fun. Come on, get up and go clean yourself."

As I stood up, the come slid down my throat and I retched.