DOOM
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CHAPTER FIVE
The look on Mistress Meredith’s face made Velvela’s stomach drop.
In that moment, Velvela understood,
whatever pain she had known before was about to double.
Before she could blink, Mistress Meredith clapped once.
Sharp, Commending.
Three girls emerged from the sides like shadows answering a call.
They grabbed Velvela.
Hard.
Hands like iron locked around her arms, dragging her forward. Velvela twisted, but they were far stronger than any human. Her feet scraped the floor as she was hauled away, her head snapping back just in time to see Meredith’s lips curl into a pleased grin.
She didn’t scream.
No one ever listened.
They shoved her into a room and slammed the door behind them.
She barely had time to steady herself before hands were on her, tearing, ripping, yanking fabric from her body. Her clothes didn’t just come off, they were destroyed. Buttons flew. Fabric split.
No one looked at her face.
She was an object.
They dragged her into a bathing chamber. Steam rose from a large tub filled with heavily scented water. She was pushed forward and nearly slipped in.
“Can you at least be gentle?” Velvela snapped, her voice breaking through fear.
“Quiet, witch,” the blonde snarled. “We’re doing our job.”
“You’re the ones acting like witches,” Velvela shot back weakly.
A mistake she made.
The room froze.
One of the girls, Bay, slowly lifted her head.
Her eyes glowed.
Gold bled into black.
A low growl rumbled from her chest.
Velvela watched in horror as Bay’s fingers shifted, bones cracking, nails stretching unnaturally long, sharp, curved like claws. Dark veins crawled up her arm as the scent in the room changed, metallic, wild.
Predatory.
Bay stepped closer, claws lifting toward Velvela’s throat.
Velvela couldn’t breathe.
“Bay,” the skinny one snapped, grabbing her wrist just inches from Velvela’s neck.
“Stop. The Alpha must have her clean.”
Bay snarled, lips pulling back to reveal elongated canines. Her chest heaved as if holding back a beast barely contained beneath skin.
Velvela’s knees shook.
She can never get used to this.
Bay finally stepped back, eyes still burning with hunger and hate.
“Enjoy it while it lasts, witch,” the blonde spat. “This is your last bath.”
They shoved Velvela fully into the tub.
Hands scrubbed her skin roughly, claws digging in just enough to hurt. Her hair was washed harshly in disgust, her scalp burning. Velvela stared at the stone wall, jaw clenched, refusing to cry.
When they were done, they pulled her out and rubbed oil into her skin like she was meat being seasoned.
They dressed her in white.
Thin.
Dull.
Transparent.
The fabric clung to her curves, exposing too much. Her legs were bare. Her hips strained the material.
She felt naked.
Powder was dusted over her skin, the scent thick and heavy, sweet and wrong.
“Ready for your doom,” Bay whispered with a slow, cruel smile.
The door opened.
A guard stepped in.
The girls bowed immediately.
His eyes flicked over Velvela, once, and his face twisted in disgust.
“Filthy human,” he muttered.
He grabbed her arm roughly and yanked her forward. The dress shifted, exposing skin, and he shoved her again like she was something foul he didn’t want to touch.
They moved through the hallway. Almost empty. Guards stared openly some with hunger, others with revulsion.
Velvela felt sick.
Her heart pounded violently as they neared the Alpha’s chamber.
Someone will die tonight. The girl's voice from the mine echoed in her head.
The mistress grins. “Your last bath,” everything screamed in her head.
They stopped.
The doors opened.
She was shoved inside.
The doors slammed shut behind her.
Darkness swallowed the room.
Velvela sucked in a shaky breath. “You’ll survive,” she whispered. “You have to.”
In the darkness of the room met her, she breathed almost in relief then her eyes cut him.
Her chest skipped, legs trembling beneath her.
His eyes burned red in the darkness. His hands, too large, no longer human, hung at his sides, nails extended, curved, sharp enough to tear a body open with ease. What remained of his clothes clung in tatters as hair spilled across his skin, spreading fast, wild, unnatural. He was no man now, only a thing shaped like one.
Her eyes darted down his manhood and her vision blurred, as dizziness washed over her. The way he watched her, silent, unblinking was not desire.
Like a predator measuring his prey.In that instant, Velvela knew with sick certainty,
she would not survive this room.
She backed away instinctively.
Her legs trembled.
She turned and ran for the door, pounding it with both hands.
“Please!” she cried. “Let me go!”
A growl shook the room.
The sound alone sent her to her knees.
Heat burned behind her.
She felt him before she saw him.
He hollowed above her, she curled closer to the door panting, her throat dry as she pounds the door desperately.
Then came. A rough pull….
She was thrown onto the bed.
Pain knocked the breath from her chest. A painful whimper escaped her lips.
She couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t breathe.
“Please,” she whispered.
And that seems to anger him more..His eyes glowed, hatred burned from him, not desire. Rage.
Her dress was torn away.
She curled in on herself, shaking.
He brought his face closer as she closed her eyes in dread. He sniffed her, before she could fathom.
He grabbed her aggressively by the neck. His nails dig on her skin. Eyes glowing.
Then he swift her over, her face hitting the bed..she let out a cry.
He pressed her head down. Her Ass shot directly at him.
Velvela tears pulled out…this was not what she wished her first to be, not on her twentieth birthday.
Then came the brutal thrust. A painful scream tore from Velvela's throat.
she tried to move but he’s thousand times stronger, his palm held her in place, as he thrust harder.
Brutally, she felt her Anus on fire, her tears covered the bed…She wiggled in pain as he brutally dug in her.
Her waist up, bent on the bed that she felt her spine about to break.
He yanked her by her hair, her scalp on fire as she screamed, she bit her lips but it was not stopping the pain.
Then, his fingers dug violently in her clut..her body shook, her throat dry that no scream came out.
Then he pulls out, she feels relieved though broken.
Before she could bat an eye, He thrust in her clut. Harder.
The force pushes her off but he dragged her back with her hair, his fingers still in her clut as he thrust harder.
Her eyes drop, her body weak, her lashes drop.
The world blurred.
Pain swallowed everything.
Her thoughts scattered, clinging to one last thing,
In my next life, she thought faintly, let me meet this demon again,
and let me be the one in control.
Her body stiffened, strength draining away, the world slipping from her grasp.
Then, her eyes snapped open, glowing white.
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