Snow and Silk: Sacrificed to the God’s

Nightmare

{Theluun’s POV}

[This chapter contains themes of S/A, and assault, reader discretion is advised.]

I watched the ground, scanning it for more blood, occasionally looking up to see some branches that were broken on bushes, or some scraps of her dress that were left behind in her panic.

Her heels dug into the mud, and it seemed like the more I chased her, the further I got. She was just here, I know she was just here.. I sighed, looking down and seeing the stamp of her heels in the mud, knowing that I had to be getting close. I’m not immune to delusions here.. but I can tell what’s real, and what’s fake.. I’ve spent the most time here out of all of my siblings. I was usually sent out here to fend off the creatures of the forest, pushing them away from the castle. After years I was able to not only tell the difference between reality, and the fog’s mind tricks. Not only that, but I was able to see other creatures, and fae’s delusions playing out as they did.

I couldn’t help but wonder what delusions would make her run this far into the woods, its dangerous out here, and the longer she stays the more warped her mind will become, confusing reality with fiction. I heard a twig snap close to me, along with a whimper, and as I turned to head in that direction I could see her. Her tiny form shriveled to the ground, her hands covering her ears, rocking back and forth as tears spilled from her eyes and down her cheeks. A slice across her cheek caught my attention, this must be what’s been bleeding.

I sighed, walking closer, finally finding her in this mist, it felt like relief was setting in, until I saw a man.. an image of a man at least, a fantasy.. it was nothing more than the fog playing tricks. “You stupid girl! How many times do I have to tell you, you’re nothing but a paycheck to me! I wish you’d have died in the fire with your mother!” An older man with blue eyes, and brown and grey hair screamed as he slapped her hard across the face.

“I-I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to..” she whimpered.

He grabbed her by the throat lifting her off the ground. She clawed at his hand, struggling to breathe before he threw her to the ground kicking her in the stomach. “Useless bi***! I told you to make him happy, and all you seem to do is make him as miserable as you’ve made me!” He shouted, picking up an empty beer bottle and throwing it at her.

She backed away, her eyes filled with fear, with pain, and as she did she backed directly into another man. His hair was blonde, he was tall and lanky, with a goatee, and bright blue eyes. He smirked down at her, his face making me nauseous. He looked as though all he wanted was to harm her.. and she shook as he grabbed her up. “Mikey.. now you’ve done it! Your daughter belongs to me! I won her fair and square, and until she pays off your debt to me, she isn’t yours to smack around anymore! I need her looking presentable! Who wants to go watch a wretched thing like her, when she’s covered in bruises!” The man yelled, as he looked down at her. “You’ve got a nice body.. and a pretty face.. but you’re the worst kind of woman! A prude, a brat, one that doesn’t know how to use the good looks you have to get your way! Don’t worry though, I’ll teach you!” He smirked, causing bile to rise in my throat. The illusions faded, as I ran to her side.

“Hey, hey.. you’re okay now..” I said, trying to help her up.

She screamed, recoiling from my touch and frantically looking around. “D-Don’t let them.. don’t let them hurt me..” she whimpered. As the words left her lips, vines sprung from the ground, entangling around her legs as they dragged her into the darkness. “No!” She screamed, kicking, and crying, trying to break free.

I could see a house in the distance, a raging inferno waving through it. The door flung open, and I watched in horror as she dug her fingertips into the ground trying to keep from being dragged inside. Blood beginning to drip from her fingers as the vines dragged her up the short staircase and into the burning house. “No!” I could hear her screams, but as I ran inside, no heat.. no fire. Instead it was a room with a small stage, a pole that was secured from floor to ceiling, with a mirror behind it. A lounge area, with a minibar, and couches, velvet ropes in the doorway. Red curtains hung up from the ceiling, and the blonde man from before sat on a bar stool turned to face the stage.

I turned, seeing Arabella stepping out from behind the curtains, she was wrapped up in a long robe, her hair pulled up into a bun, her makeup was done in dark colors, bold red lips that parted ever so slightly as tears began to spill from her cheeks. She shook her head, holding the robe closed tightly around her. “Please.. I don’t want to do this..” she whimpered.

His smirk fell into a frown as he looked over her. “All you have to do is make my customers happy.. you don’t have to sleep with any of them. All you have to do is dance.. surly you can manage that. I’ll even make a rule.. you’re not to be touched by the customers, unless they pay an extra fee of course.” He smirked. “Relax.. I’m not going to let them sleep with you, you’re worth too much to me as the purity princess you are!” He sneered, grabbing the robe and ripping it off of her.

She stood still, hugging her body tightly trying to hide away. She was dressed in a pair of lace black underwear, black stockings with a garter belt, and a see through lace corset. She had a collar on, and broken shackles around her wrists. She shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks as he turned her towards the pole. “Now dance! This is what you’ll be doing every single night until you pay me back the money your father owes me!” He said, turning and walking back to his chair. “Show me, how you can dance.”