Chapter 2 Lucian

My gaze lifted, revealing a breathtaking figure in the dimly lit room. Tall and imposing, he commanded attention with a chiseled, muscular frame and a strong jawline. Jet-black hair framed his handsome face, and hazel eyes held a depth of experience, both powerful and vulnerable. Confidence and allure radiated from him, captivating the room.

"Touch her and end up like Avian " I'm guessing Avian is the man who was harassing me,who is now a corpse. " The party is over,head back to your place now" everyone started walking almost running out of a huge door which left me in disbelief to how much power this man has.

His attention shifted, carefully holstering a compact pistol in the pocket of his black jacket. His gaze fixed on me, a chill running down my spine as his eyes held a sense of danger. In a calm yet foreboding voice, he addressed a woman named Martha, instructing her to take me to his chambers. The revelation sank in-this stunning man wasn't just attractive and accented; he was also a murderer and my captor.

It had been hours since he forced the lady called Martha to drag me into this room. The dark Lucian was illuminated only by the moonlight. I curled up in the duvet on the bed, anticipating what he might do when he returns. My eyes were swollen, and a persistent headache throbbed. Illness had already taken hold; my feet were still swollen from my escape the night before. The slave market had been the cruelest chapter of my life. Sold by my own father at the age of 13, he promised a wealthy buyer within two months, yet seven years had passed.

My escape had seemed like freedom, a chance to break away from the torment of the market. But now, I found myself in an unfamiliar place, questioning if captivity was my inevitable fate. Tears streamed down my face as I buried my head in the pillow, crying and screaming.

The door opened, and I snapped my head up. He walked in, holding a glass of wine.

"Why did you take me? Why?" I shouted, desperately seeking answers. He slumped onto the couch, seemingly indifferent to my presence. I stood up, my frustration growing. "I asked you a question. You can't keep me here against my will. I need to go. I don't know you, and I don't want to be held hostage." My breath became heavy, anger building at the audacity of my captor.

Ignoring me, he snubbed my presence, and I couldn't contain my frustration. I approached him, intending to slap him, but I froze when his eyes opened. He scrutinized me, and a shiver ran down my spine.

"Let's go see the doctor immediately," he suddenly declared, reaching for my hands. I slapped his hand away, refusing to comply.

"No, I am NOT going anywhere with you until you tell me why you took me," I asserted. "I have been running for years just to end up here. What is it you want?" I looked at him with a mixture of frustration and sadness. "You want sex? Fine! Take it and let me go." My trembling hands attempted to undo the rope tied on my robe, tears blurring my vision.

"Shut up and stop," he ordered. Ignoring his command, I persisted, feeling like I had nothing left to lose.

"No," I whimpered, almost undoing the last rope when he pushed me onto the bed, towering over me.

Lucian's POV

The dim light cast long shadows in the room as I looked down at her with a mix of concern and vulnerability. She lay there, lost in her thoughts, and I knew she must have a thousand questions racing through her mind. She didn't meet my gaze, her eyes elsewhere. Did I still feel hate for her after all these years? She seemed like a different person in a different body. Fate had brought me to her, and the decision now rested in my hands.

"Do you value yourself? You give your body to men this willingly?" Tears flowed from her eyes, and she sucked in her lips to hide her cry. "Only whores throw themselves so cheaply, and I hope you are not one, not that it matters." I didn't know where her journey had led her or what she was running from, but she looked broken. I sensed her broken bones and swollen, infected feet-who could do this to a person? Fate had brought me to her to end the existence of my kind, and I couldn't change that. Her body tensed, bringing me back to reality.

She looked up at me, and our eyes met-a rare occurrence. No one dared to look me in the eyes, but she did. I made a noise that scared her gaze away, a gesture of dominance. "Please, I just want to be free...for once in my life," she whispered, stunning me. She had been held hostage by others in her past, and now I understood why I found her almost ending her life. She seemed so fragile and broken.

Sensing her unease, I released my grip from her neck and slowly reached out, gently cupping her face in my hands. I tried to erase the image of the person I once knew, replacing it with the vulnerable girl I was staring at. "Hey," I said softly, attempting to comfort her. "You're safe here."

She hesitated, her gaze still haunted by fear, but slowly she let herself lean into my touch.

"Whatever you are running from, they won't come for you," I continued, my eyes locking onto her emerald eyes. "You need rest now; we'll talk tomorrow." In that moment, I stood up from her.

The room, once filled with shadows, now held a flicker of warmth and silence. She wrapped herself in the duvet, and I turned my back, walking out of the room, making sure to lock the door. I sighed heavily, knowing that she had no idea I brought her here to give a nice slow death. I can finally rest knowing I have my revenge in my feet.