Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Natasha’s POV

“He hit me twenty times, Lucy said. “I counted. He made me count out loud. And if I lost count or said the wrong number, he’d start over. By the end I was screaming and begging him to stop. Promising I’d do anything if he’d just stop hitting me.”

She let her skirt fall back down.

“That’s when he fucked me the first time,” she said. “Bent over that same chair. My ass and legs burning like they were on fire. Him pounding into me from behind. I wasn’t wet-wasn’t ready-and he was big and rough and he didn’t care at all.”

Her voice cracked slightly but she pushed on.

“When he finished, he pulled out and came all over my back. Then he made me clean his cock with my mouth. Made me lick every drop of cum off him while he told me what a good whore I was.”

She was crying harder now, her shoulders shaking.

“I thought it was over then,” she said. “But it wasn’t. It had barely started.”

“Lucy, you don’t have to-” I started.

“No,” she interrupted. “I need to tell someone. I need someone to know what they’re doing to us. What they’re capable of.”

She took a deep, shuddering breath..

“He tied me to the bed after that,” she continued. “Spread-eagle. Completely exposed. And he used his other tools on me. The clamps first -he put them on my nipples and between my legs. They had teeth that bit into my skin. It hurt so much I couldn’t even scream. Just made these horrible gasping sounds.”

She gestured to her chest. Through the torn fabric of her dress, I could see dark bruises around her nipples. Small puncture wounds.

“Then came the needles,” she said. “He pushed them through my skin. Not deep-just enough to draw blood. Just enough to make me scream. He put them in my breasts, my thighs, my stomach. Told me he was ‘decorating’ me. Making me beautiful.”

I could see the small puncture marks now. Dozens of them. Some still bleeding slightly.

“The branding iron came next,” Lucy said. Her hand moved to her side, where I could now see several small circular burns. “He heated it in the fireplace until it glowed red. Then he pressed it against my skin. Held it there while I thrashed and screamed and begged.”

Her whole body was shaking now.

“He fucked me twice more during the afternoon,” she said. “Once in my ass-that hurt worse than anything. He used no oil, no preparation. Just forced his cock into me dry while I screamed. And once in my mouth while he choked me. He held my nose closed and kept his cock buried in my throat until I couldn’t breathe. Until my vision started going dark. Then he’d pull out just long enough for me to gasp one breath before shoving back in.*

She looked at me with her one good eye.

“I thought I was going to die,” she whispered. “I really thought he was going to kill me. That he’d go too far with the choking or the burning or the cutting and I’d just… stop.”

“But you didn’t,” I said softly. “You survived.”

“Did I?” Lucy asked. “I’m here. My body is still functioning. But I don’t feel like I survived. I feel like something inside me broke.

Shattered. And I don’t know if it can be fixed.”

She started crying again-quieter now, but somehow more heartbreaking.

I pulled her into a tight hug and let her cry on my shoulder.

I explained about the guard kicking me, about being unable to protect either of them, about lying unconscious on the floor for hours.

When we finished, Davelina was silent for a long moment.

“Lord Fergus took me to his chambers, she said finally. Her voice was carefully neutral. “He fucked me. It was… strange.”

“Strange how?” I asked.

She pushed off from the door and crossed to the other cot, sitting down carefully.

“He was angry,” she said. “Accused me of using magic on him. Of manipulating him. And he was right-I had used something on the platform. Some kind of power I didn’t know I had. To make him want me. To make him protect me from Sebastian.”

She looked down at her hands.

“But when he fucked me,” she continued, “something happened. My body responded in ways it never has before. I was so wet. So ready for him. And it felt-” She stopped, her face flushing with shame. “It felt good. Really good. I even asked him to go faster.”

Her voice dropped to barely a whisper.

“And then he stopped. Right when he was about to finish. Pulled out and sent me away. Told me never to speak of it. I don’t understand why.”

The three of us sat in silence for a moment, each processing what we’d heard.

I stared at Davelina, my mind reeling.

She used magic? Some kind of power to make Fergus want her?