The Oath
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Chapter 8 – The Oath
Alesia didn’t leave the room for two days.
The guards outside the door weren’t there to protect her.
They were there to trap her.
Nico brought her meals himself—silent, unreadable. Sometimes he fed her by hand, like she was a delicate thing he enjoyed controlling. She let him. Not because she wanted to.
But because resisting had only ever made it worse.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror that night. Her eyes looked hollow. Her lips swollen from his mouth. Her neck still bore the imprint of the collar he’d locked on again.
She was breaking.
And he knew it.
When Nico came in, he didn’t say anything. Just looked at her—then knelt in front of her like a king who’d tamed a prized possession.
“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” he asked, voice low.
She shook her head.
“A girl desperate to hate me. But too weak to stop me. That’s what makes this perfect.”
He pulled out a velvet box.
Inside was a ring.
“Put it on,” he ordered.
She stared at it, silent.
“Or I’ll make you beg for it. Naked. On your knees. With every man in this house watching.”
Her fingers trembled as she slid the ring onto her finger.
He smiled.
“Good girl.”
Then he stood, took her by the throat—not to choke her, but to own her. His thumb brushed her lips.
“You don’t need to love me,” he whispered. “You just need to remember you belong to me.”
She whispered, “I’m scared of what I’m becoming.”
He kissed her so hard she forgot her own name.
And when he threw her on the bed and used her like he always did—she didn’t cry.
She just let go.
Because somewhere in the madness, submission was easier than survival.
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