Content Warning:
This chapter contains graphic depictions of violence, abuse, psychological torment, and self-inflicted pain. The content is deeply disturbing and intended for mature readers only. Please read at your own discretion.
Yuzuha's breath came in ragged gasps, the cold air scratching her throat, mingling with the suffocating heat of her fear. She stood rooted to the spot, her legs trembling under her, as Dametri's heavy footsteps echoed through the room like a death sentence.
Her eyes darted desperately around the room, but there was no escape. Not anymore. The mansion felt like a prison, its walls closing in on her with every passing second. An island. She had tried to run. Tried to flee. But the truth was clear now—there was nowhere she could go. She was trapped, and worse, she was his prey.
Dametri stopped just inches from her, his tall form looming over her like a predator sizing up its meal. He looked down at her with those piercing eyes, so cold, so calculating. And yet, there was something else there—a twisted, cruel amusement. His lips curled into a smile that was nothing short of terrifying.
"Don't come to me, you monster," Yuzuha hissed, her voice shaky but defiant. She tried to step back, but the movement was weak, as though her body no longer obeyed her. The fear was too much; it paralyzed her.
Dametri's eyes gleamed with malice as he leaned down to meet her face. His breath brushed against her cheek, warm and sickly. "Don't come closer, huh?" His voice was mocking, dripping with amusement. "Why, babe? Afraid of me?"
Yuzuha's heart hammered in her chest, the panic consuming her. Yes, I am afraid. But she would never admit it. Never give him the satisfaction.
"I know, Yuzuha,"he continued, his tone low, almost comforting, like a lover speaking in hushed whispers. "You've tried to escape before. Every time you failed." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "And you will never escape again. Not here. Not on my island."
Her breath hitched, the cold wave of reality crashing over her. An island. No way out. No one to save her.
The world felt like it was closing in around her, like she was suffocating in the suffocating silence of his words. "What do you want?" she demanded, though her voice trembled, betraying her fear.
Dametri's lips curled into a smile, too wide, too knowing. "What do I want?" His voice was a breathless tease. "I want to break you, Yuzuha. I want to tear you apart until there's nothing left but what I've made of you."
Yuzuha flinched at the words, her stomach twisting in disgust, but there was something deeper—something darker—that churned inside her. Break me? He's already started. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble. She wouldn't. She couldn't.
His voice softened, almost tender, but it was laced with poison. "You don't understand, Yuzuha. I can give you everything. Money, power, luxury... Anything you want, I'll give it to you. All you have to do is obey me."He stepped closer, his breath hot on her skin. "Surrender to me completely, and you'll never suffer again."
Yuzuha's body trembled with a mixture of disgust and rage. She could feel the bile rising in her throat as his words wrapped around her like chains, suffocating her spirit. Surrender?Her mind screamed against the idea, but her body, weak and trembling, felt like it was betraying her.
"I will never surrender to you," she spat, her voice ragged, yet defiant. "One day, I'll escape. And when I do, I'll kill you."
Dametri's face twisted into a dark, mocking smile. The light in his eyes dimmed as he slowly stepped back, his hands moving towards his coat, his expression shifting to one of cold fury.
His hand shot out, a blur of motion, and before she could react, his slap connected with her face. The sting was sharp, the force of it knocking her head to the side, but it was nothing compared to the storm that raged inside her.
Her vision blurred as her head spun, the world tilting sideways. Dametri grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back so forcefully that she could feel the roots of her hair tearing free from her scalp. She gasped, her breath coming in ragged sobs, but there was no escape from him.
"Do you want to escape, Yuzuha?"he sneered, his grip tightening. "Do you want to show your body to others? Let them take pictures of you like some dirty thing?" His words dripped with venom, each one sinking deep into her skin, leaving a scar of their own.
The next thing she knew, his teeth sank into her neck, his grip still tight on her hair. A scream tore from her throat as pain erupted in her veins, the world fading to nothing but the searing agony of his bite. Blood flooded her throat, her skin screaming with pain. She tried to pull away, but his teeth only dug deeper.
"Please, stop! Leave me alone!" she cried, her body shaking uncontrollably. But he didn't stop.
His mouth pulled away, but only to lick the blood from her neck, a sickening pleasure twisting his features. "Your blood tastes good," he purred. His voice was a mockery of intimacy, a disgusting, vile thing that made her skin crawl.
Yuzuha's body shuddered as the kiss came next—a kiss that felt like the sealing of her doom. His lips were cold against hers, forcing their way into her mouth, his tongue exploring her, taking from her. Her body went stiff, her hands trembling as they pushed against his chest, but it was useless. She was trapped.
Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to break free, but she couldn't. Every part of her wanted to escape, to fight, but there was nothing left inside her to fight with. Nothing but the overwhelming fear and the brutal reality that she was his—completely, utterly his.
He finally pulled away, his lips curling into a twisted smile as he wiped her tears away. "Why are you crying?" he asked, almost innocently, like a child pretending not to understand the hurt they caused. "You hate me, don't you?"
"I hate you," she hissed, her voice shaking with a fury she could barely control.
Dametri's smile faltered, his eyes darkening with anger. "Then you should think before you speak," he warned, his tone icy. "Every word you say to me will be punished, Yuzuha. You don't get to speak freely anymore."
His hands moved quickly, and before she could process, he was unbuttoning his coat, revealing his pale, muscular arms. Yuzuha's eyes widened in horror as she saw the scar etched into his flesh—the name Yuzuha, carved deep into his skin, as if he had branded her. The realization hit her like a slap to the face.
He laughed—low, cruel, and full of madness. "Do you see, Yuzuha? How much I love you?" he taunted, his voice filled with a sickening glee.
"No," she whispered, her voice hoarse and broken. "Please, no."
But it was too late.
Dametri pulled a blade from his coat, his eyes gleaming with twisted pleasure as he traced the edge across her skin. "You're going to carry my love with you, Yuzuha. Everywhere you go. You'll never forget me."
Her breath hitched in her throat, the terror consuming her. "No, please… don't,"she begged, but it was futile. She felt the cold steel press against her flesh, felt it slice into her skin as he carved her name into her body—her soul.
She screamed as the pain tore through her, each letter deeper than the last. Yuzuha. The blade dug into her flesh, carving, etching, and she screamed until she had no voice left. Her body trembled with the agony, but worse was the feeling of her spirit unraveling.
"More, deeper," he whispered, his voice like a lullaby in the dark, urging her to submit, urging her to break. "You're mine now, Yuzuha."
Her mind snapped. The pain was too much, the weight of it too suffocating. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. She was drowning in her own blood, drowning in the hell he had made for her.
When he finally stepped back, admiring his work, Yuzuha lay there, broken and trembling, her body marked with his name. Her spirit was fractured, her will splintered.
But deep inside, a flicker of something still burned—revenge.
And one day, she would find it.
The darkness had claimed her body, but her soul was still hers to fight for.