The Last Fae Princess

10_Call Him Master

Nia POV

I am a wobbling mess when the door closes, and I cannot tie the rope close fast enough. Without a doubt, this has been the most terrifying and humiliating event of my life. I have never stood naked in front of anyone - ever.

My hands reach up to rake my fingers through my hair, but my bottom lip starts trembling when I rub over my scalp. f*****g Dean! I bet he did it just to humiliate me.

I bite back my tears and sit on the comfortable bed. Well, if I must look at the bright side, it will be this bed … and this room. It is much more comfortable and luxurious than the dungeon’s cell. But life has taught me everything comes at a price. I do not know what is in store for me, but I bet something awful will happen to me because of this comfort. And my new captor looks mean. I mean, he has to be if Dean sends him gifts.

My new captor … I could have sworn it was Declan. It was his voice, but he was wearing a mask, and I could not see any part of his face other than his full lips and shaven chin. He could be anything from twenty to fifty.

Pondering about him will get me nowhere, I decide and stand up. I have survived Dean and the dungeon. I am not about to give up now. I do not know what is coming, but I will take it day by day and find a way to escape. My wolf will emerge – eventually.

Curiously, I look at the room and see another door that I have noticed before. I walk to the door and open it.

“Oh, dear goddess,” I sob and drop to my knees. It is a bathroom with a shower and a bath. I have not had that luxury in a year.

I wipe away my tears of joy, pick myself up and open the bath’s taps. I do not care if this is allowed, but I am not passing this opportunity. I will happily take the beating that comes along with it. To my surprise, there is a luxurious bubble bath, and I add it to the water.

I sigh contentedly when I submerge myself in the warm water. I indulge in the luxury until my skin turns pruned, and wash with scented soap.

The experience is so wonderful that I must force myself to get out when the water turns cold. The towel is huge and soft, and I take my time drying my skin.

I wrap the towel around myself and walk to the room. I turn on the bedside lamp, find the spotlight’s switch, and turn it off. That stupid light is ruining the room’s ambience. Pushing my luck, I open the cupboard and laugh loudly when I see clothes.

Okay, I guess it is stupid to get excited about a black unisex tracksuit and white t-shirts, but it is real, clean, and never-worn-before clothes. Underwear would have been nice, but I am not about to b***h and moan. This past hour has been the highlight of my year, and I am not pissing on it.

I put on the tracksuit and return the towel to the bathroom. I am about to climb into bed when the door opens again, and my entire body goes rigid when an elderly woman with tight lips and a grey bun enters the room.

“Dinner,” she announces stiffly and places a tray on the bed.

“Thank you,” I mutter, still frozen out of fright.

She does not even look my way before she turns around to leave.

“Wait!” I call her, and she turns around reluctantly.

“What … what do I call you?” I ask politely – not because I want a friend, although I could really, really do with one, but because I do not want to make a mistake and anger any of these people who have been treating me like a human and not a piece of s**t.

“Olga,” she grunts.

“Thank you, Olga.” I smile, and she glares at me suspiciously. “And the man with the mask, how do I address him?”

“You’re asking too many questions,” she huffs, her face a portrait of disapproval.

“I … I only want to be respectful,” I stutter.

“Call him master,” she sneers, turns around, and leaves.

Master? I frown. What happened to Alpha, Beta, or any of the other titles? The door locks behind her, and I look at the tray on my bed. Is that … steak?

“Well, butter my socks and call me toast!” I giggle as I kneel in front of the bed. “It’s real steak.”

I laugh and cry simultaneously as I pick up the knife and fork. I take a brief moment to appreciate the steak, mash, and peas. This could very well be my last meal before death row, but hey, I’ll take it.

“Oh, sweet heavens,” I moan when I take the first bite, and it melts in my mouth.

Hungrily, I devour my meal. Master, Alpha … hell, I will even call the masked man Daddy, for as long as he feeds me like this.

Declan POV

My erection is throbbing as I march to my room, and it makes me sick. I have not been with a woman in years, but that is no excuse for getting aroused by looking at a woman who clearly has been tortured.

In my defence – I remember Nia from a year ago. The young, gorgeous, and voluptuous young woman who made my heart beat a little faster.

I open the shower’s taps, strip naked and get inside. The cold water stings my scars, but it does little to ease my erection. I reach down and wrap my fingers around my shaft. I close my eyes and slowly stroke myself.

I recall Nia’s blue eyes, her full lips and her perfectly sculpted body. I moan and stroke faster, imagining Nia’s body beneath mine. I increase my pace, going faster and harder until I climax with a grunt.

I exhale deeply, ignoring the sadness in my chest as I wash myself. Tonight, Nia looked at me with uncertainty and fear, but the moment I take off my mask, I know it will change into repulsion.

Reluctantly, I touch the scars on my face, torturing myself with the memory of who I used to be and who I am right now – a monster, a beast, an abomination.

I close the taps and reach for the towel. I cannot continue like this – I have been in limbo for a year now. I hunt and fight vampires, search for Elize, fill out reports, eat, and sleep. I have no more joy, nothing that urges me to get up in the morning – except for this raging anger.

I climb between the sheets and make myself comfortable. Tomorrow I will figure out what Dean is up to, but more importantly, tomorrow I will take my life back.