Strong

Chapter 5: Violet's POV

My heart froze as I saw the flame in his eyes. Goosebumps appeared on my skin and it wasn't the good kind.

The way he stared at me caused fear to grip my frozen heart. I could almost feel the evil that hovered in the air.

I thought he was taking me to a prepared room in the palace. I thought he wanted to speak to me about what had happened and where my parents were...

I thought so many stupid things but forgot to remember how much my parents had inflicted pain on him.

This was revenge.

This was a trap and I had walked myself right into it.

Tears pricked at my eyes but sniffled them back and bit down on my teeth to keep them from shattering. I had to be strong. Not just for me but for my parents too.

"Please Axel, I know where your anger is coming from but this is not you..." I whispered, hoping a part of him still remembered our friendship.

"You do not know me, Violet..." He growled with a voice that sent chills down my spine.

Then his hands slipped around my waist and he pulled me closer to him in such a swift move it left me panting.

His large chest was right before my eyes and I could breathe the fresh scent of his cologne as our bodies flushed together. I raised my head to meet his eyes and a small gasp escaped my lips for the third time that night.

His eyes were no longer their alluring green color, they were now an impossibly red one that glared down at me.

It didn't just look like he was burning from within, I could feel the heat as it swirled around him, threatening to swallow me with it.

"And do not ever call me by my name again! I am a master to you. Not Axel... Is that clear!" He roared in my face.

My soul felt like it had been pulled out of my body as an involuntary wave of fear coursed through me.

This wasn't the Axel I knew.

"Stay away from my little girl!" My father yelled behind me.

"She has nothing to do with this! Let her go, please!" My mother cried.

But their cries only seemed to intensify the fire of anger, cackling within him.

"Your daughter is now my slave and you do not tell me what to do with my slave!" He hissed, moving his lips dangerously close to my ears.

I closed my eyes as the first thought that came to my mind was —he was going to eat me alive.

"Let's give Mommy and Daddy a show, shall we?" My eyes snapped open at once. His voice was husky and it carried a message I didn't want to understand.

But as he pulled his head away from my ear, I saw it. Lust.

The sound of my parents' cries and pleading around me turned into silence and all I heard and felt was my thumping heart.

He was going to rape me in front of my parents.

"Axel—"

He brutally leaned his weight into me and grabbed my jaw roughly.

"Master!" He hissed and I nodded sharply as tears trickled down my face.

"Master, please I—" my sentence didn't leave my throat as he crashed his lips over mine.

He kissed my lips roughly, pushing himself into me.

I was still recovering from the shock of the kiss when I felt his hands move to my chest.

Before my brain could decipher what was happening the sound of the material tearing filled the corridor.

He pulled his mouth away from mine and leaned to my right ear. "Hope you don't feel bad doing this in front of Mommy and Daddy, princess?"

A lump settled in my throat and I found it hard to form words. I could only cry.

His hands grabbed my breasts as he started a trail of kisses around my neck.

"No, answer?" He mumbled as his fingers settled on a nipple and he squeezed harder.

"I will tell you how this works princess... You do exactly as I say or you get punished," he said but I was defiant. I would not give in.

Suddenly, he turned me around so that my body was now facing my parents.

The bubble of shock I was in broke open and I could hear my parents again.

My mother had tears in her eyes as she dropped to the floor watching the scene before her in horror while my father refused to give up.

"You animal! Leave her alone!" My father screamed pulling at the bars but it had no effect on Axel he continued fondling my breasts and kissing my neck.

I could feel his erection push at my ass and my heart broke all over again. I was going to lose my virginity in front of my parents in the cruellest of ways.

His tongue darted to my ear and he began sucking the lobe while his fingers fiddled with my nipple.

My breathing shifted and I fought back the panting. My body was about to betray me but I fought back.

"Please... Have mercy..." My mummy cried from her position on the ground.

Axel chuckled against me and I could almost tell what was going on in his mind. Where was that mercy when they flogged him every night in the cold night air for no reason?

I felt weak, unable to fight. I just stood there with tears streaming down my eyes and let Axel humiliate me and my parents.

"Moan for mommy..." He suddenly ordered but I bit down my tongue.

"I see you want to be punished..." He whispered.

The dress I wore was already hanging loose on my waist, he lifted it and tore through my pants, letting it pool between my ankles.

I held my breath, expecting him to finally get over it but rather, I felt his fingers.

They traced over my lady parts, taking his time to feel every inch of it.

"Hmm, you are wet... are you enjoying this?" He whispered and I knew that if I didn't respond he was going to do more.

I shook my head, not trusting my voice to give a proper answer.

"I can't hear you, princess..." He hissed to my ear.

His fingers moved to my clit and I opened my mouth ready to speak this time but I was too late.

"Aah!" I cried out as I felt his finger push into my tight folds.

"Hmmm, you like that don't you?" He asked as his finger began to roll inside of me.

My mother closed her eyes and my father thrashed harder. His fingers had turned pale and his voice hoarse from screaming.

"You do not want to answer, princess..." Axel mumbled as he increased the pace of his finger thrusting faster within me and his other hand continued squeezing and massaging my breasts.

My stomach clenched fighting between pain and a feeling I have never had before.

His thumb settled on my clit and as he pushed his finger into my body, he pulled it in a matched rhythm.

He was grinding harder into me and I knew it was a matter of time before he pushed himself inside of me.

My body was turned into two. A part of me was dripping, wanting him to keep going. My nipples were erect with need as he continued flicking my clitoris and pushing the tent in his pants into me.

But each time my eyes opened and I saw my parents helplessly crying for me and where we were, I felt dirty.

My skin crawled and all I wanted to do was run very far away. I couldn't do this.

I would never be able to live with myself.

"Please... Please... Stop," I cried. "I beg you... Master... Stop..."

His finger went deeper and he held me closer. It was as if he was fighting with something within him too.

"Fuck!" He let out and like a flicker of light, he pulled his fingers off my body and moved away from me.

I collapsed to the floor at once with tears streaming down my face. It felt like my heart was breaking over and over in seconds.

"Take her back to her cell!" I heard his voice in the distance.

My mother rushed towards me and held my hand. "Don't cry, baby. Everything will be fine..." She tried to comfort me but I couldn't bring myself to stop crying.

Even when I heard the footsteps of the guards approach, I couldn't stop the tremors of sobs that washed continuously over me.

"Make sure you come and see me when you can... Okay?" She quickly added before the guards appeared and pulled me away from the bars.

I held firmly to the upper pieces of my dress as it covered my breasts from their eyes as they led me out of the dungeon straight to my room, at the slave quarters.

As the last of them left the room, ran to the adjourning bathroom and turned on the water.

As the cold liquid poured over my body, I took off the dress and scrubbed as hard as I could.

It wasn't just his hands I was trying to wash away, I also wanted the image gone.

I wanted to forget how my traitorous started wanting him at one point. I wanted to forget the feel of his fingers on my clit.

Or the way his lips had kissed me.

It was wrong. I should have never liked it at any point.

Axel was a man filled with hatred for my parents. I admit my parents weren't innocent but this wasn't the way out of this.

There was a way to solve this and I would find it.

When I was done, I returned to the room and changed into a comfortable nightgown, and slowly moved to the bed.

At least he didn't rape me, a small voice whispered and I held on to the flicker of hope.

My mission wasn't completely a failure. I could still get my freedom, I just had to find a way to speak to Axel.

There was still a part of him that remembered me and that was why he listened when I cried.

I just had to stay strong.