ARES
Since last night, Marcel had come back every few hours to touch Hella until she came. She lay back on the bed, stripped naked, with Marcel between her legs.
First, he just ate her pussy until she was screaming in pleasure for him to stop.
Then, she had forced him to be inside her.
She faced me and spread her legs, forcing me to watch Marcel strip off his pants and crawl between her legs. He wouldn’t look me in the face, could barely even look in my mere direction. His gaze was focused on the bed, his grip loose on the bedsheets beside her body.
Every time she came because of him, he lost a little bit of himself. I could tell by the way he hung his head lower, how his body became limper. His stoic personality had completely and utterly vanished.
Who the hell knew what she had done to him down here?
I hoped that one day, he would become angry enough to snap out of it.
I hoped that one day, he would kill Hella himself and break me out of here.
What broke my cold fucking heart the most—for him and for my sister—was that when he pulled out of her, his cum spilled from her pussy. She had gotten him to not only fuck her, but to come inside of her too.
Hella wanted him to do more than just break. Hella wanted to torture him. She must’ve known how much Charolette meant to Marcel if he was willing to die for her and spend eternity in the underworld to keep my sister alive.
Once Hella scurried off the bed, she crouched down next to my cage and reached in to touch me. “You’d better be taking it in, doggy, because you’re next. The only woman you’ll ever put your cum inside of again is me. And I will bear your children.”
From the few hours that I had been here, I had learned to control myself. If I flipped and grasped the silver again, my wounds would reopen, and I would never get the fuck out of here to see Aurora again.
When Hella finally put on her clothes and left the room, Marcel did what he always did—put on his clothes and pulled the sheets off the bed to wash them. He walked around the room, lingering longer than usual, and placed some dirty clothes in the hamper.
“You don’t mean it,” I said, sitting in the middle of the cage so my skin didn’t touch any silver. My wounds weren’t healing here, and if I continued to try to get out, I would probably end up eventually killing myself. “I know that she’s forcing you to do this.”
Marcel didn’t say anything.
“When I see Charolette, I’ll explain everything to her,” I said, taking back everything that I had told him the first time I saw him in Hella’s room. “She won’t hate you for what you’ve done. You’ve done it all for her.”
Instead of walking out of the room without saying another word to me like he usually did, he lingered by the doorway as he held the hamper in his two hands. He should’ve left by now, but I knew that there was some of him still here, still aching for Charolette.
“If you keep sleeping with her,” I started, swallowing hard, “you’re going to fucking get her pregnant. You’re going to have a kid with another woman and not with your own mate. You will despise that kid forever.”
The hamper dropped from his hands, landing right on his bare toes, but he didn’t even wince. His body seemed to not even react, nor belong to him anymore. Could he even feel down here? His body was ghostlike, after all.
“Don’t you want to have a pup with Charolette, with your only mate?”
Marcel fell to his hands and knees in the middle of the room, his head hung low and his wavering gaze focused on the ground. “After what I’ve done, she’ll never want to be with me again, no matter what you say to her.”
It was the first few words he had spoken to me.
“That’s not true,” I said.
“I’ve been biting my tongue and doing this for her and for you,” Marcel said. “You and Aurora deserve the fucking world. You guys have weakened Hella a great deal already, have led this war, and have had your baby ripped from your arms. Aurora’s out there, waiting for you. She would be devastated to find out that Hella forced herself on you.”
“Think about your-fucking-self, Marcel. I know you can be a selfish son of a bitch. So, be one for Charolette.”
“You need to get out of here. Tonight,” he said, ignoring me. “The guards change at four-thirty a.m. They’re tired by four a.m. You have half an hour to find a way out of the castle and past the guards of this kingdom.”
“You’re coming with me,” I said.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said, sliding a key between the silver metal bars, his fingers skinnier and more fragile than Charolette’s ever were, even when she was extremely sick. “I will never leave this place. Charolette’s life is more important to me than my own.”
“Oh, Marcel!” Hella called down the hallway.
Though I wanted to argue with him, I knew that I would never get anywhere. He wouldn’t leave this place if I begged him to, not even if I tried to force him to leave the kingdom. Running outside this kingdom’s territory and escaping would mean death to his mate.
Marcel stood to his feet, wiped all emotion off his face, and picked up the hamper. “If you ever see Charolette again, don’t even mention my name. I don’t want her to remember me because I have done nothing but betray her here.”