Death Calling Out Love

Chapter 3: Wrong Hands

Kazen’s laughter rang out, sharp and unrestrained, the sound echoing off the cold walls the moment Sienna’s words left her lips.

Sienna blinked, startled, her brows drawing together in confusion as she stared at him. There was something wrong in the way he laughed—too amused, too cruel.

He leans forward.

Too close, their lip almost brushing against each other.

“I don’t care,” Kazen murmured, his voice dropping into something darker, something deliberate. “I’ll make you suffer… inch by inch. I’ll break you until there’s nothing left of you.”

Sienna’s breath hitched.

“Funny, isn’t it?” he continued, a twisted smile tugging at his lips. “My brother finally has a mate. A demon… with a mate.” He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “And a human, of all things.”

His eyes hardened.

“Don’t misunderstand me. If he returns, he’ll do far worse. I’m simply helping him… sparing him the trouble of dirtying his hands.” His voice turned colder, each word precise. “After all, you were meant to be destroyed anyway. The prophecy made that clear.”

He leaned in just enough for his words to feel like a threat pressed against her skin.

“To save her.”

Another laugh followed—low, cruel, final.

Sienna stared at him, her chest tightening as the weight of his words settled in. In that moment, Kazen wasn’t just a man.

He was a monster.

This world was not one of balance—it was one of power, divided into eight dominant realms, each defined by the beings who ruled them.

There were the Fair Folk, wielders of ancient nature magic.

The werewolves, bound by blood and instinct.

The elves, graceful and lethal.

The vampires, eternal and feared.

The witches, masters of arcane forces.

And above them all—two supreme dominions.

The Demon Realm. Acheron

The gods Realm. Eirathis

And yet…

Rumors had begun to spread

That the Acheron Kingdom—the stronghold of demons—was not only rising…

…but had already surpassed even Eirathis itself.

But humans didn't believe in such a pathetic rumors, how will the gods powers suddenly grew weaker?

Last came the Human Realm.

Fragile. Powerless.

And expendable.

Sienna, standing before Kazen, knew exactly where she belonged in that hierarchy.

At the very bottom.

Sienna swallowed hard, gathering what little moisture remained in her dry throat—then spat.

The moment stretched.

Kazen’s eyes snapped shut as the saliva struck his face.

Silence.

For a second, even Sienna seemed to realize what she had just done.

Slowly, Kazen lifted a hand, wiping his face with the edge of the bedsheet. The movement was calm too calm. Dangerous.

Then he rose.

In one swift motion, leaving the bed.

“I don’t know how I became your brother’s mate,” Sienna snapped, her voice trembling but loud, defiant. “But one thing is clear, I’ll leave this place before you lay a single filthy hand on me.”

Her chest heaved as anger burned through her fear.

“You disgusting piece of s**t” she cut herself off with a sharp breath. “You’re the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. Not your character but your face no… your soul. A devil hiding in sheep’s skin.”

For a moment, the room held its breath.

Then Kazen chuckled.

Low. Amused.

No woman had ever spoken to him like that.

Not when he was born of two powerful bloodlines a vampire and a demon. His beauty was something people whispered about, something dangerous in its perfection. Not even he denied it.

Though… not quite like his elder brother.

“Awe…” he murmured, tilting his head slightly, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Aren’t you adorable?”

His smile deepened.

“Let’s see if you’ll still have that voice in a few hours.”

And just like that—

He was gone.

The door shut behind him with a heavy finality.

Sienna’s strength gave out the moment he left. She tried to push herself up, her body shaking, but a sharp gasp tore from her lips.

The chains.

Cold metal bit into her skin, their jagged edges digging deeper as she moved. Pain flared instantly, forcing her back down.

She clenched her teeth, breathing hard, staring up at the ceiling as reality settled in.

She wasn’t free.

Not even close.

While Sienna struggled desperately against the chains, the door suddenly opened.

Heavy footsteps echoed.

The Executioners entered.

Without a word, they seized her.

Sienna cried out as her body was dragged off the bed, the jagged chains scraping and biting deeper into her skin. Pain shot through her, sharp and merciless, as they pulled her across the cold floor.

“Stop please!” she screamed, her voice breaking.

No one listened.

They dragged her out of the room, her cries echoing down the long, empty corridors before she was thrown forward into a vast hall.

The doors slammed shut behind them.

Sienna hit the ground hard, gasping, her vision spinning. Her head nearly collided with someone’s foot.

Slowly… she looked up.

Kazen.

Seated like a king.

Two women rested beside him, their soft laughter filling the hall as they looked down at her broken form.

Kazen’ hand slipped away from one of them as his cold gaze settled on Sienna.

“Enjoy your time,” he said flatly. “Until you are satisfied.”

The Executioners dragged Sienna farther away, chains clinking against the stone as her body trembled with pain.

She shook her head violently, panic flooding her chest.

“No… please…” her voice cracked, desperation spilling through every word.

They forcefuly snapped her clothes from her skin.

Sienna's nakedness revealed to the cold air, trying to cover herself for her last dignity, one of them hateful match her hands away.

She tried to crawl, but the chains yanked her back again, forcing a cry from her lips as the sharp edges dug deeper into her skin.

Across the hall, Kazen laughed.

They started forcing themselves on her, each of them patiently waiting for there turn.

The sound echoed—cold, amused, detached.

One of the women turned her face away, unease flickering in her eyes.

The other watched with quiet satisfaction.

Sienna’s cries filled the hall, echoing into the silence of the night beyond those walls.

It was long past midnight when they finally left her.

Silence followed.

Faint light from the rising sun began to slip through the tall windows, stretching across the cold floor like something out of place in such a cruel room.

Kazen rose to his feet.

“Zara. Kate. Leave us,” he ordered, his tone flat, leaving no room for argument.

Zara didn’t hesitate. A satisfied smile played on her lips as she turned and walked away, not sparing Sienna a single glance.

Kate, however, stopped in front of him.

For a moment, she said nothing—then she looked back over her shoulder, her expression tight with restrained anger.

“I won’t stay silent when he returns,” she said coldly. “You’re the worst thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

Then she walked away.

The doors shut behind her with a heavy finality.

Kazen didn’t react.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

His gaze simply lingered on the empty space she left behind before shifting… slowly… back to Sienna.

She lay where they had left her.

Still.

Broken.

Her eyes were open, but no tears came anymore—like even her body had given up on that. Blood stained the floor beneath her, her breathing shallow, uneven.

She didn’t look at him.

Didn’t acknowledge him.

It was as if the world around her had gone quiet—too quiet.

And in that silence, only one thought remained.

She wanted it all to end.

Not the pain.

Not just the fear.

Not just the pain she was feeling in her p***y or her young womb.

Everything.

The world. The memories. The feeling of being trapped in a body that no longer felt like hers.

Her fingers twitched weakly against the floor, her strength barely there.

But she didn’t move again.

Didn’t fight.

Didn’t cry.

She simply lay there… staring into nothing.

Like something inside her had already slipped away.

Her fingers trembled as they moved weakly against the jagged metal embedded in her skin.

With what little strength she had left, Sienna forced it out.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips as pain flared through her body, her vision blurring for a moment.

Her hand shook violently.

Sienna wanted to end her miserable life here, a tear slipped from her eyes, she pressed the Cold iron sharp edge at her neck.

Before she could take another step, Kazen was already there—faster than she could breathe, faster than fear itself.

His hand clamped around her wrist, iron-tight. The chain slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a sharp clang that echoed through the room.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice low, too controlled, too dangerous. “You don’t get to escape.”

His grip tightened, enough to make her flinch.

“Your suffering has only just begun. Death would be mercy… and I don’t give mercy.”

He shoved her hand away like it disgusted him, his gaze burning with something darker than anger something far colder.

Sienna said nothing.

But for the first time… her silence wasn’t empty.

It was watching. Waiting.

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Seven years later…

The sound of chains dragged across stone announced her before she even appeared.

Sienna stepped into Kazen’s courtyard, her movements slow but steady. The metal around her ankles was newer now—thicker, heavier… stronger.

They had changed the chains.

But not her.

Bruises marked her legs, old and new blending into one story of survival. Yet her posture hadn’t broken.

Not completely.

Her eyes lifted.

And for a brief second—

there was something in them Kazen had never seen before.

Not fear.

Not obedience.

Something far more dangerous.

“She’s here.”

The executioners’ voices cut through the courtyard as they shoved Sienna forward. Chains scraped harshly against stone as she stumbled—but she didn’t fall.

Kate rushed to her side, her breath catching the moment she truly saw her.

Sienna had grown.

The last time… was that night. That horrible night when everything changed—when Kazen began breaking her piece by piece.

Since then, she had been hidden away. Locked in a secret dungeon, far from light, far from mercy. Years of punishment no one dared speak about.

And now—

this was what remained.

“Sienna…” Kate whispered, her voice trembling despite herself.

She stepped closer, slower this time… as if approaching something fragile.

Or something dangerous.

Sienna’s head lifted.

Her hair fell in long, tangled strands around her face—unkept, wild. Her body was thinner, weaker… but it was her eyes that made Kate’s breath hitch.

Those golden eyes.

They hadn’t dimmed.

If anything… they had sharpened.

There was something inside them now—something cold. Something that had survived.

Something that had changed.

Kate swallowed hard.

For years, she had begged.

Please spare her.

Over and over again, day after day… and Kazen never listened. Not once. Not even to his first wife.

Until now.

Her hand slowly moved to her stomach.

Today changed everything.

She was carrying his child.

And for the first time, Kazen had given her something.

So she made a trade.

One life… for another.

One month.

That was all she asked for.

One month to take Sienna away from the darkness.

One month to see if anything of her could still be saved.

Behind them, Zara watched in silence—her displeasure clear, sharp as ever. The tension between them lingered, unspoken but heavy.

Kate reached out, hesitant… almost afraid.

“Sienna… you’re safe now,” she said softly.

But the moment their eyes locked—

Sienna looked at her.

Not with gratitude.

Not with relief.

But with a quiet, dangerous intensity…

like someone who had learned the world wasn’t meant to be trusted.

"Take me back inside."