Chapter Four- The Chains Beneath Silk
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The guard opened the door to Tristan’s chambers, ushering Lilith inside without a word. The space was dimly lit, the heavy velvet curtains drawn against the morning light. Books lined the walls. A decanter sat untouched on the polished table near the hearth. It felt nothing like a bedroom. It felt like a courtroom.
And she was the sentence.
Tristan stood near the tall window, dressed in black, his sleeves rolled to his forearms. When the door clicked shut behind her, he turned. His golden eyes landed on her, slow and deliberate, like he was sizing her up all over again.
“You look rested,” he said. There was no kindness in his tone. Just quiet control.
Lilith didn’t respond.
He walked toward her slowly, the silence between them heavy. When he stopped in front of her, she could barely lift her gaze.
“I gave you time to settle in,” he said. “Now, it’s time you earn your keep.”
Her breath caught. “What… what do you mean?”
He didn’t answer. His hand reached for her waist.
She flinched, stepping back instinctively.
“No. Please,” she said, her voice already trembling.
He stepped forward again, his grip firmer now as he pulled her close.
She struggled. “Tristan, please—don’t do this. Please, I’m begging you.”
His eyes didn’t change. His grip became tighter as he carried her to the bed, his strength, his swiftness.
He tore her clothes off her. “I told you,” he murmured, “you don’t get to say no.”
She felt him inside her, the pains knew no bounds.
He moaned just as he penetrated her. “Hmm, first time?” He asked with a smirk.
He didn't wait for her answer, he started grinding her fast and hard.
He seemed to be enjoying the pains he was making her go through
She hit him. Clawed at his arms. Bit his shoulder, but he didn’t stop.
Her begging grew louder, her voice cracking as she screamed for him to let go.
She cried until her throat burned, sobbed until she couldn’t breathe.
But he didn’t stop.
He pinned her arms when she tried to push him off. He ignored every word she said. Every plea. Every tear.
And when it was over, he stood. Silent. Breathing slow. His shirt wrinkled, her dress torn, and the bruises hurting across her skin.
Lilith curled into herself, hands gripping the edge of the mattress as if she could peel it open and disappear inside it.
Tristan watched her. His face gave nothing away.
“You’ll learn,” he said coldly, “that resistance makes things worse.”
He turned his back and walked to the door.
Lilith didn’t move.
And that was the first time he saw her truly broken.
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Lilith
I didn’t move. I couldn’t.
I didn’t even cry anymore.
There was nothing left.
The world was quiet. Like it knew what happened and didn’t want to witness it.
I lay there, curled into a tight ball, as the pain settled in my bones. My skin felt too tight. My chest too hollow. I kept replaying it—his face, his weight, his hands on me while I screamed for him to stop.
But he didn’t stop.
Not when I begged. Not when I said no.
Not when I cried.
He took everything.
And then he walked away like I was just a job done. A task crossed off a list.
I don’t know how long I stayed like that.
Minutes. Hours. It didn’t matter.
Eventually, I sat up. Slowly. My body screamed in protest, but I made it to my feet.
I stared at the torn dress, the bruises on my arms, the smear of red at my thigh. I didn’t look away.
I wanted to remember this. All of it. Every moment. Every second of pain.
Because I needed to hate him.
And I did.
God, I hated him more than I thought I could hate anyone.
When the maid came in silently with fresh clothes and a pale face, I didn’t speak. I let her help me wash. I let her pull a robe over my shoulders, I could tell she felt pity for me, it even seems like she knew what happened.
Who wouldn't? I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
She left but I didn’t thank her, like I did yesterday.
Because nothing could undo what had been done.
I came out of the bathroom to see Tristan, drinking and staring out through the window.
I looked at his face, he was calm and relaxed.
Too calm… what the actual f*ck!
He saw me walk into the room, he glanced at me briefly and continued looking at whatever he was staring at, out the window.
I looked at him and said, “I hate you.”
He turned, quite surprised by my outburst, but he still kept his calm demeanor.
“I hate you so much, I wish you'd died a very terrible, slow and painful death.” I splurted out.
For the first time, I saw his jaw tighten. His eyes lost their calm.
He called the guards, standing right outside the door, and they rushed in. He turned to the guards and said two words.
“Take her.”
“To where, boss?” the guard asked cautiously.
His voice was ice. “Where I keep her kind.”
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