Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (books for 10th graders TXT) 📖

"Where were you?" He growled louder this time making her jump in fright. Didn't matter how much she tried to maintain her cool in front of him, he always made sure fear get through her.

"I was in the g-garden," she stammered as she rubbed her sweaty hands on her dress. The small steps she was taking towards the door didn't go unnoticed by him. His anger ignited ten times and he took predatory strides toward her. Before she could run towards the door, her body was slammed against the door with a force that was unbearable for her. She groaned in pain and tried to get him off her. 

"With whose fucking permission?" His threatening voice was enough to send her to the edge of a panic attack. 

"I...I didn't..knew," she struggled in his grip and whimpered with pain. His hands moved swiftly and in no time he had her pinned against the door. His strength was something which she could never get acquainted with.

"You need to learn some manners." An animalistic growl echoed in the whole room and her heart skipped a beat in fear. She feared his way of teaching and that was the last thing she wanted after a joyous day. 

"..Lucifer..wait!" She cried as he gripped her hair inspiring his hand and pulled her head back harshly. The amount of pain he was making her go through was undeniably tremendous. She felt a sharp sting on her cheek and fell to the ground. The force with which he slapped her send her eyes rolling back.

"You will learn! You fucking slut!" Her world stopped as her cries died down and she looked at him wide-eyed. She had no idea what was happening or why was this happening, but a tattoo of one word was pasted in her mind.

Slut.

The word sounded so strange and unfamiliar to her. She was never called like that. The word was a disgrace to her and her dignity. But again she was left with no dignity. He had stripped her dignity off her. She processed the word in her mind and blinked her eyes a few times before a thunderous storm of anger blew in her chocolaty orbs.

"How dare you?!" She screamed as she found new waves of energy erupted within her. She was blinded by her anger and didn't notice the murderous glare Lucifer threw her way. He looked at her in both frustration and amusement.

"You monster! Leave me alone!" She pushed him and he let her get away from him. He raised his brows in amusement as he watched her fiery spirit trying to fight him off. He felt her body shake with rage before she threw colorful words at him. 

"You ruined me and you dare to call me a slut! You raped me!" She shouted as streams of tears flowed with her words. Her words did nothing to him, he was completely unfazed but watching her trying to be intimidating in front of him was questioning his dominance, which was highly unacceptable.

"I didn't rape you, I fucked you," He said with a grin as he walked towards her. His words added fuel to her anger and she looked at him in disbelief.

"And I am going to fuck you again," he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, “you know why," he whispered huskily in her ear and bite down there, "because you are mine and there's nothing you can do about it, can you?" 
With this, he dominated her mouth with his and aggressively tore her dress apart. That's what it took for fear to get back in her senses again. 

His mouth descended her neck as he kissed there passionately. He stuffed his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent.

This was maddening for him. He didn't know what was the power she hold but her scent seemed to control his raging beasts. He craved her like a drug. This was not good for him, he knew, but the calming scent always frustrated him.

"You make me mad. Why the fuck do you have to test my anger?" He growled and sucked his bite mark on her neck. Looking at mark always makes him excited about something he was unaware of.

"You frustrate me," He snarled at her and sucked her neck hard making her tremble, "your smell frustrates me. It's like...you are my own brand of drug.." He moaned in pleasure as he sniffled the smell of her arousal. She couldn't control her body from feeling this way. His touch always ignites flames of desire in her.

Something snapped in him as he abruptly pulled away from her, sending her stumbling back. His eyes flickered between red and blue as he glared daggers at her. She felt highly alarmed and ashamed of his next move. Her breathing was hazardous and abnormal. Without sparing her a glance he stormed out of the room, leaving her all confused and broken.

It didn't take her long to break into tears. She cried and cried until she felt her knees weaken. She was in dilemma unknown. She was confused and heartbroken. She was being used and abused and no one was there to help her. 
Without feeling the need to change, she cried herself to sleep. 

Morning came earlier than she had expected. Again it was a beautiful day but for her, it was a reminder that she had survived the previous day. She was thankful that he had left her the previous night without touching her. The stains of tears were still present on her face. She could feel the exhaustion still present. 

Sandra knocked on the door and entered. With a smile she greeted her.

"Morning, Sandra" Sarah said. Her voice was still hoarse from all the crying and shouting of last night. Sandra gave her clothes and placed her breakfast on a table near the bed.

After taking shower, she changed into a beautiful lavender-colored, ankle-length dress, that Sandra gave her. She secured her hair in a half updo and thanked Sandra for breakfast. 

After eating her breakfast, she let Sandra do the cleaning and mopping of the room. It took more than an hour for Sandra to clean the whole mess. Sarah sat next to the window, on a couch, looking outside.