Fated to the Demon Queen

***Major, major trigger warning for this chapter, this contains a detailed r**e, proceed with caution. The only reason I included this chapter was so you had a full understanding of Aylin’s nightmares and flashbacks, but you can still get the gist without reading this*** Red. Red is the only thing I see as I glance up at the handcuffs, nullifying my powers and taking away my ability to fight these putrid vampires off of me. Red eyes are all I see as I look straight ahead, feeling my gown being torn. Even the shirt on the man between my legs is red. Why so much red? I never hated the color before. I won’t beg for mercy. I won’t cry. I won’t scream. I am a Queen. I repeat to myself over and over again as I focus on the slight buzz of the power I have left as I try to burn these chains off my wrists.  “You’re mine now, b***h” he hisses. A second later, I hear the clang of his belt buckle and the zipper of his pants before I hear him spit. I tense, but staying true to my word, I don’t cry or beg. Instead, I focus harder on the slight buzz left of my powers.  Hades, it hurts. It hurts so bad as he pushes into my completely dry entrance. He pulls out, leaning back and pushing back in, going into the hilt this time. My whole body tenses up as I feel him push past my resistance, and I smell my blood as it leaks onto my thighs and the sheets as he thrusts in again. “Oh boys, this was uncharted territory,” he calls to the two animals with him. How did I allow myself into this position? How am I here? I’m a Queen, a powerful one at that; my own father hasn’t been able to beat me in battle since I was 280 years old. But here I am, my virginity being taken by force while I bleed all over him.  I crawl inside myself and block everything out; I feel nothing. No pain, no pleasure as I focus on breaking past these chains. But, just as I feel the buzz of my powers intensify, my own body betrays me. I hold back a cry as I start to feel myself pulsate over him, losing all my concentration on getting my powers back as I will my body not to do what it’s trying to. No! No! He laughs in my ear as I’m pushed over the edge, and I feel a warmth cover my insides before he finally exits me.   “Go ahead, I got her all primed for you, brother, don’t be shy; she loved it,” he tells the next man as he leans over me. I grab ahold of the buzz of my magic just as the next fucker shoves himself inside me effortlessly. He thrusts once, twice, three times before the asshole from before starts rubbing himself on my face.  Finally, finally, I feel the magic come to life in my body as I blast both men off me and stand. I know my eyes are entirely black, and I feel the blood and fluids running down my legs as I step toward the second man and throw him to the wall with a fraction of a thought.  I laugh in wicked delight as I watch the terror cross his face before I step forward, grab the very thing he used to defile me and tear it clean off his body. “I’m sorry, did you want this?” I ask him as I force his jaw open and shove his own c**k down his throat.  My smile grows as I listen to his muffled screams of agony. Then, I turn to the first vampire, who trembles like the coward he is; not so big and bad now, are you? I close my eyes as I revel in the feeling of his terror before I open them and allow the fire within me to burn him slowly, starting from his feet and lingering on his now flaccid d**k, before they slowly, so, slowly reach his head. His screams bring me life as I turn to the third one, the one who only watched and didn’t get the chance to touch me; he looks at me for a second and then lunges, fleeing through the small window in the cell they dragged me to by my hair.  Again, I laugh as I claw through the one leg he leaves dangling through the window. I will find him, and his death will be long. I watch as his black blood pours out of his leg before he’s gone. I stare at the window for a few more minutes as the other men’s screams die out before what happens to me truly sinks in. I grab both sides of my long black hair, fall on the floor, and tuck my head between my legs as I rock back and forth, crying. My cries turn to screams as I relive it. I tried, I tried so hard to block it out, but I still feel each of them inside me. The blood has stopped flowing, and my insides have stopped throbbing, but I still scream. I scream and sob until I feel hands grab my shoulders. “NO. NO. Get off of me,” I wail, ready to blast them away before they speak.  “Allie? Allie? What did they do to you? It’s just me,” Azrael cries, and I relax. Just Azrael. Just my brother. Not them; I killed them.  He scoops me up, pulling my hands from my hair. Was I still pulling it? I didn’t feel the pain that consumed my body and my mind. I only heard my sobs as he carried me from this room and into my own room. “Allie, do you want to sleep?” he says, and I nod. He runs his fingers from my temple to my chin, and I embrace the darkness as his cold magic runs through me, knocking me out.