Saved By My Demon Lord

Chapter 6

3 months later

It been 3 months now, YAY I'm still alive. Note the sarcasm. I'm still in this hellhole literally. I have lost a lot of weight my, bronze skin is no longer vibrant. I don't even look at myself in the mirror. I no longer comb my long dark brown afro, I no longer care anymore. I even attempted to commit suicide by drowning myself in the bath tub but Chris caught me in time. He f**ked me for hours I would pass out and wake up on him still r*ping me he also beat the s*it out of me. He has been r*ping me and pimping me to other creatures such as vampires, demons, werewolves, some I don't even know. I'm not sure how I keep on surviving. They all have huge d**ks ,I am always swollen in my bud and anus I am damaged physically, mentally and emotionally. Most of them are cruel and evil but Chris will always be number one on my list. He has abused me to a point where I feel numb. I've asked him why is he doing this to me. He simply told me he loathes humans. Today he told me that his older brother is coming to sleep with me not that I'm surprised. He warned me that his brother is worse than him one wrong move and I'll be dead meat. That is what I wish he will do, kill me and put an end to all this suffering and misery. I don't think things will ever be better.

Some time later...

I am naked sitting in bed facing down. Good thing the temperature in this realm is always warm, otherwise I would have died of pneumonia or flu related illness due to lack the of dressing. I would be lying if I said I am not nervous. I hear the door opening, my heart is pounding so much I try to breath in and out. "Hello there" says a deeper unfamiliar voice. I quickly look for the owner of the voice. He is looking at me with a stoic face. Wow he looks so handsome infact beautiful. He is more muscular than Chris, really tall maybe 2 inches taller than Chris. He has light brown curls, straight nose, chiseled jaw .He has those black weird eyes though, he is wearing a white collarless dress shirt and black jeans ripped on both knees only. Damn he is hot. He is looking at me as if he is expecting something. I look at him with a confused face. Oh he greeter me he is expecting me to answer. "Hi" I say in a whisper but he heard me their sense of hearing is sharpened. His irises are turning between red and black it like Christmas lights, I wonder if he is doing it on purpose. He is breathing loudly, he is already being weird I just hope he doesn't demand me to do weird things for him. The weirder they are the weirder their fetishes, I'm talking from experience. His breathing is normal again. "I have no plans of forcing myself on you" he says coming towards the bed, he stops and hands me a purple dress. That would be a relief if he really means it I don't want to be r*ped by anyone especially someone who's worse than Chris, can you imagine the abuse I would've had to endure . "What do you want then?" I ask confused while putting on the dress. "I am nothing like my brother" He didn't answer my question. Maybe this is a trap, well I won't fall for it he thinks I am that dumb. "What do you want!?" I snap at him. Sh*t what have I done. I quickly shield my face waiting for the beating to happen. He doesn't beat me well that is strange. He looks hurt by my action but quickly becomes stoic again. "I can get you out of here if you agree to be my wife, my queen."