Chapter 6 Heart of a beast

His voice reverberated through the expansive room, jolting me into a gasp as I spun around. The unfamiliar space, adorned with opulent gold ornaments and a grand statue of Lucian wielding a sword, evoked an eye roll from me. It was a display of grandiosity that clashed with the grim reality of my captivity.

The room was divided by a sumptuous curtain, its thickness preventing me from seeing what lay beyond. As I explored the unfamiliar surroundings, the ambiance was suddenly accompanied by the soothing sounds of running water and a melody playing at a deliberate pace. Intrigued, I followed the harmonious trail to a door.

Upon opening it, my eyes widened in disbelief. There he was, reclining in sheer indulgence, receiving a massage with nothing but a towel wrapped around his wet body. Unwillingly, my gaze betrayed me, tracing the contours of his biceps, until I forced myself to avert my eyes.

The scene before me was a contradiction of luxury and confinement, an ornate facade concealing the sinister truth beneath. The curtain that divided us became a symbolic barrier, obscuring my view of what lay ahead. The distant murmur of water and the rhythmic melody underscored the surreal nature of the encounter.

In that moment, as I reluctantly beheld the epitome of my captor's arrogance, I knew that the unfolding events in this lavish, yet ominous chamber held the key to an uncertain fate. His arrogant smirk greeted my arrival, and I felt a shiver run down my spine, a mixture of repulsion and fear.

"What a pleasant surprise," he uttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Did you enjoy your little excursion to the washroom, my dear?"

I clenched my fists, suppressing the urge to retort. The room, extravagant and ostentatious, mirrored his inflated ego. The golden embellishments and grandeur clashed with the reality of my captivity. He rose from the massage table, the drops of water cascading down his sculpted physique. Despite my best efforts to resist, my gaze involuntarily wandered over his form, a reaction I despised within myself.

He approached with an air of arrogance, and I took a step back. The room felt like a gilded cage, and I couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that my fate was further entwined with his whims.

"So, my dear," he sneered, "did the little interruption disturb your routine?"

I mustered the strength to meet his gaze, my eyes reflecting defiance. "Why am I here? What do you want from me?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration.

His laughter echoed in the opulent chamber, sending chills down my spine. "All in due time, love. All in due time." He licked his lower lip, and his long, wet hair cascaded back as he glanced behind him, revealing a pool that left my mouth agape, realizing the sheer magnitude of his lavish washroom. Gesturing to the two females massaging him, they left hastily, practically running. He strolled back and settled at the pool's edge, a picture of relaxation.

"Are you just going to stand there?" His words were laden with an unspoken demand, but all I felt was a surge of anger, an overwhelming desire to drown this handsome tormentor. "Okay," he casually remarked, taking a sip from his wine.

"Of course I'm going to stand here, what do you expect me to do? Fly?" I folded my arms cause this man was born to piss me off.

He smiled seeming amused by my anger " come here and massage my biceps, I caught you staring" he sipped his wine " and salivating, I could also hear your pussy throb at my sight" my face got so sweaty and red instantly. I was flabbergasted, not knowing what to say because they're all true except my pussy started throbbing now. This man is a perv. I mean I am, for looking at him in a way, but his is on my last nerves.

"I- I'd rather rot and you wish!" I bit my inner cheeks cause I was about to cry. I hate him and yet he is so attractive, I mean don't blame me! I haven't seen a man this hot, locked up for seven years!

He smiled at my reaction,taking in his bottom lips. "Come here" now he is stupid.

" Do you think I'm easy like your whores Lucian!" He frowned instantly. Mmm I guess he hates rejection and I won in making him mad plus the way I said his name? Lucian, Lucian, makes me wanna jump into ballons and laugh.

"I guess you love to learn the hard way Ava" he snapped his fingers and within less that thirty seconds,a woman with fiery red hair entered, tall and robust, her hair cascading down to her waist, adorned in a bright blue robe. She paused, casting a disdainful smirk my way before walking over to Lucian and planting a peck on his cheek. She began putting her red hair in a ponytail. What's this now?

"She smells." She said mockingly.

They laughed together as she stood up, shredding her robe with her fingernails. My hands shot to cover my mouth in shock as she revealed she wore nothing, diving into the pool with a carefree splash. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"What is this?" I shouted, but Lucian seemed indifferent, his attention fixated on her every move. "You just brought me here to watch this? I stayed locked up in that room for two weeks, and this is how you set me free? What kind of immoral act is this? How would you feel if someone did this to you? I don't blame you just because you're wealthy or have power. You think you can treat everyone like this? You ungrateful, retarded piece of a pig."

His eyes shot at me with anger, and I wiped the tears from my eyes. The woman also looked at me with fury. My legs went weak when I heard a roar from her, and her eyes turned yellow. She ran towards me, took me by my hair, and threw me into the pool. I was about to swim up when she came back to push my head in. I struggled to breathe as she kept pushing me down.

"You should be happy he kept you alive this long. Now you are just as useless as ever, I-"

I couldn't hear her anymore as water filled my ears. I was about to pass out when she suddenly pulled me up. I emerged from the pool slowly, looking around to regain my sight and breath. I coughed and lay down on the cold tiles.

"I am not done with you," she declared, about to pounce on me. However, she stopped when she heard him speak.

"That is enough, Caroline. Out."

Her face showed confusion as he ordered her out.

"Don't let me repeat myself," he added, sipping from his wine. She angrily walked out, muttering, how is she so strong? It made me so scared.

"You are nothing like her; you are just a weak human."I shivered, feeling as cold as snow. I heard him take steps toward me as he squatted beside me.

"This happens when you can't keep your mouth shut. Now you're all messed up," he said, his face pale.

"Please don't hurt me," I pleaded, guarding myself with my hands. I coughed out water, still tasting the chlorine on my tongue, taking in deep breaths. He removed my guarded hands, placing his wine on the floor, and lifted me up. (I'm just a weak human) then...

"What are you?" I managed to ask before feeling extremely dizzy, my sight fading to darkness