Thread: Royal Pet, I Think Not![SOULdier3 x SeraphinexLight]

Sophie had laid there, convulsing and screaming for hours. She hadn't been able to think about anything, once he'd left the room there was nothing to focus on, all she could do was bend to the will of the feather. She had screamed profanities, she'd whimpered, she'd pleaded to the air, nobody came, nobody aided her. Where was her guardian angel? Her knight in shining armor? Nowhere. Fairy-tales and stories of hopeful rescues didn't exist in reality. Anguish and despair had long ago washed over Sophia, making her cry out even more against the pleasure and numbing pain. When the man had originally left the room she had felt a pull, a need to tag along and follow him, be by his side, but a hatred instantly shot up and covered that urge. She wouldn't dare give into him! Hours passed and Sophia was indeed lying atop the bed, a complete and total mess. Her legs were limp, much like her whole body, but she was still twitching and jerking at involuntary moments. A groan of weariness escaped her parted lips and her eyes, which had long ago glazed over, closed for a moment. The feather finally lifted from her poor, weak body and she found that her movements stilled completely and she was finally able to let a small bit of relief wash over her. It was when the feather had been moved that she finally took notice of his presence near her. Her body quickly tensed with what strength it had left, and a soft cry of fear escaped her lips as he approached her. He , was someone to be feared, someone she surely didn't wish to get close to, to even spend time with. Sophie listened to his words, her eyes half open. What important lesson have you learned today? Don't walk in alleyways. Don't play with feathers. Don't back-talk sadistic and arrogant vampires. Oh she had learned countless lessons, but that didn't mean she'd follow them. She was snappy and witty by nature, she wouldn't stop just because of some 'master' ordering her about. His hand lowered to his boot again to pull out the same knife and her eyes widened in terror. No...please... she pleaded, her lips barely moving, her words hardly audible. Even make you feel things you don't want to feel. That was the truth, she'd fought all day to not feel the pleasure, nor the pain radiating from her body. But her body had betrayed her, had given over to its wills. The useless underwear were cut from her body, this time without leaving a mark, and she didn't even care that she was completely bare to him. She didn't have the energy to care. Not at the moment anyway. He returned to her side after disappearing for a moment. The chains around her arms and ankles went limp, falling from her bruised and cut limbs. She'd been fighting against them for so long, so harshly, she'd actually caused herself pain and injury. She didn't try to fight him as he lifted her into his arms and set her in his armchair. She watched lazily as he changed her sheets and approached her again. She was dressed, and she still had no reaction. He lifted her back into his arms and then took her to the bed, tucking her tired body away. The chains were left alone, her wrists and ankles were thankful of that. She rested her head comfortably into the pillows behind her and then turned to the hand that brushed hair from her face. Her eyes watched him a little warily as he leaned down and whispered,Yes... she whispered as her eyes started to slide closed. Try to escape, and the consequences will make the feather look and feel like nothing. After the day she had, there was no way she'd try to escape. At least not for the moment. She wasn't strong enough to escape at the moment, maybe she'd play along with him for awhile, then plan an exit. Her body had enough of thinking, sleep overtook her, her body going limp beneath the now warm and cozy blankets.