PROLOGUE

Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana.

Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone.

Prince Cone has always been hungry for more power and more and more.

After his coronation, he attacked Salem.

The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen were killed, the prince was taken into slavery.

The people of Salem that survived the war were enslaved, their land was taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves.

They lost everything, including their land.

Evil befalls the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage.

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The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge.

Ten years later, thirty-years-old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery.

They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land and take Mombana land too.

It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.

As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone.

As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time.

He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.

Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.

"You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly.

Pure hatred, coldness, and victory was the only emotion on his face.

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{His hatred for her is Raw and Deep.}

Warning: Highly-Rated Contents .

Chapter 1. THE FIRST VISIT FROM MY CAPTOR.

Danika huddled down on her cell. Empty cold cell.

She has been here for one week. She craves outside....anywhere. Anywhere at all, that's not this cold barren space. Only one bonk bed occupied the side of the room.

She hasn't seen her captor in the past week and that was the time he walked up to her, staring at her with the coldest eyes she has ever seen as he reached around her neck and collared her.

His slave. His property. He'd called her.

A chill went down Danika's arms. She has never seen a hatred more raw before, in anybody's eyes.

King Lucien hated her. So much.

Danika knows the reason more than anybody. Oh, does she know this.

One week ago, she was Princess Danika. Daughter of King Cone of Mombana. She was feared and respected.

No one dares look at her twice. You dare not look her in the eyes. You dare not walk the part she walks unless you have no value for your life. Her father saw to this.

Today, her father has been killed, their kingdom was taken over by the ruthless King Lucien. He has also taken her over as his slave.

The sound of footsteps and chains rattling drew Danika's attention towards the door of the cell. The door opened and a bodyguard entered.

He carried a tray of food and Danika's stomach rumbled, hunger shoving through her and reminding her that this is her first meal since morning and it suspiciously looks like evening now.

"Here's your food, Priiiincess." They stretched the syllable in disgust. Everyone here hates her, Danika knows that much.

She raised her chin defiantly, saying nothing.

"The king will be here in a few hours. Be ready to receive him." He announced before walking away.

Fear slid through her. She isn't ready to face her captor yet. But it's been one week, and Danika knows it's inevitable.

Two Hours Later

The sun is almost down when Danika heard footsteps. Followed by, "THE KING HAS ARR---"

"Do not announce me, Chad." Came the curt reply that sent a chill down Danika's arms. In all her twenty-one years of life, she hasn't heard a voice so cold.

"I apologize, my king." Chad quickly said.

Sounds of chains....and then, the door threw open.

Only the king entered because Danika heard just one almost-unheard footstep. The door closed behind him.

Suddenly, her cold barren cell was no longer so...barren. She raised her eyes and stared at him with her own hatred for him in her eyes.

He's so big as a warrior but he has the bearing of a king. Danika knows he's thirty-five years old...and larger than life itself.

Even when he was in slavery for her father, that regality was almost present around him. No matter how much he's beaten...how much he's tortured.

They stared at each other, the malice between them apparent. Evident.

Only, King Lucien's wasn't just hate...it was loathe. Full raw hatred and rage. There is no warmth in his eyes.

His face would have been so handsome, but a thick scar ran over one cheek, giving him a savage look.

He stalked closer to her, bent down, and ran his hand through her blond...almost white long hair.

He grabbed it tight and yanked hard, forcing her head back and forcing her to stare into the ocean that is his eyes. Pain seared her.

"When I come in here, you'll address me. You don't just sit down like a coward staring at me or I'll punish you for it." His eyes flashed red, "I would love nothing more than to punish you."

Danika found herself nodding. Yes, she hated this man her captor, but she really has a deep aversion to pain. She doesn't like pain at all and she would do anything to avoid it....if she can.

"Yes....my king." She groaned.

Disgust flashed in his eyes. His hand lowered and rested on her barely-covered breast.

He circled her nipple through her clothing and then, he pinched her so hard Danika cried out as a thick wave of pain reverberated through her.

He still held the nub tight as he looked her in the eyes. "I am not your king and I will never be your king. I am a king to my people and you're not my people. You're my slave, Danika. My property."

Danika nodded quickly, wishing he'd let go of her hurting n'pple.

Instead, he twisted her nipple harder than her eyes watered. "You will address me as your master, and you will serve me. Just like my servants...only more."

His lips curved into a savage smile filled with so much hatred. "Surely, you know how a slave serves her master. After all, your father taught you well?"

"Yes! Yes!" She cried curling her hands into fists, "Please, just let go....!"

He pinched her....hard. "Yes....what?"

"Yes...M-Master." Angry tears overflowed her eyes. Danika hated that word more than anything because she knows how demeaning it is.

He let go almost immediately and backed away from her. His face was devoid of any emotion.

Standing up, he ripped her flimsy top to shreds, exposing her naked breasts to his cold unfeeling eyes.

Tears of humiliation choked Danika's throat. She fisted her wretched skirt in an effort not to give in to the urge to cover herself from him.

His eyes didn't change as he took in her body. No flash of lust. Nothing.

Instead, he palmed one breast, the one with an aching red abused-nipple, and caressed it. "Stand."

She stood on shaky legs, staring on the ground with blurry eyes.

"Chad!" He barked.

She froze and tried to get away from him to seek cover for her state of undress, but his hand holding her br€ast tightened, stopping that movement unless she wants to risk more pain.

"Your highness?" The big man entered, staring at his King.

"Take a good look at this slave, Chad. Do you like what you see?"

Chad's eyes caressed her body, and Danika wished the ground will open and cover her up. But she stood defiantly, staring Chad squarely in the face.

Lust blanketed Chad's eyes as he looked hungrily. "Can I touch?" He asked eagerly.

"Another time. Go out."

Chad stared at the King again, and Danika discovered that there's this look in the man's eyes when he's staring at his king. Not hate...no, not hate. But she can't place that look yet.

Chad walked out of the cell.

"Guards!" He called, and he didn't have to raise his voice.

Two guards appeared. "Yes, your highness."

His cold eyes didn't leave her. "Tell the servants to bathe my slave once I'm done here, get her clean and have her in my chambers in three hours."

"Yes, Your Highness." The guards were reluctant to leave because they were staring at her state of undress.

Danika focused on the King, with anger and hate in her teary eyes. Defiance in her stance.

He released her breast finally. "I will hurt you so much, you will live and crave pain. I will do to you everything you and your father did to me and my people, and I will do more. I will share you with as many as I want, and I will train you to be the most obedient of dogs."

Fear was almost an entity in Danika's tongue but she didn't allow it to show on her face. She knew all this will happen even before he came in here.

His lips twitched, drawing emphasis to his scarred cheek. "I will break you, Danika."

"You can never break me, you monster!" The words tore from Danika's lips.

Her eyes widened because she talked back at him. Slaves do not talk back at their masters or there will be punishment.

He didn't disappoint. He grabbed the chain of her collar and yanked on it, hard.

Danika cried out.

His eyes flashed. He tilted her chin up, his grip strong "I love seeing so much fire because I will love to quench all of them. You have no idea what I have in store for you, or maybe you do....after all, you once trained slaves."

My father trained slaves! She almost screamed at him.

Pure hatred dripped from his cold eyes. "Your training starts tonight. You will be in my bed."

He got up and stalked out of the room like a huge lethal panther.

Chapter 2. WHY ME?

Danika was finally taken away from her cage immediately after the King's visit. She saw places again that isn't her cold barren cage and it made her feel better.

But her heart still beat faster whenever she remembered the reason she was taken out of her cell for the first time in one week.

She was put in a bath and the maids bathed her, just like the King instructed. Funny, that maids will bathe a slave.

But then again, it's not surprising if the slave's destination is the King's bed.

She was bathed. Three maids attended to her. One of them, the oldest named Baski was the one in charge.

They loosened her hair and combed out the tangles, leaving the hair in a long, curly mess afterwards. The clothes they had her put on, made Danika cringe.

It was barely a clothing, she might as well be naked. Red leather skirt that barely left her lips and red leather top that only covered her nipples, stopping just above her belly.

Then, they wore her a long robe that covered the clothlessness. They sprayed fragrance at her too.

"All done." Baski announced.

Danika stared at herself in the mirror, and for a while she saw herself like she used to be. Princess Danika.

"You can go over to the King's chambers now. It's not advisable to keep him waiting." Baski stated curly.

Danika said nothing. She desperately wanted to ask these people how 'her people' is. She hasn't seen any of her people since she was brought her.

Are they slaves too? Have they been sold out as sex slaves? Where they shared amongst the privileged rich families of Salem?

After all, that was exactly what her father did to the people of Salem. She was worried but she knew she had no right to be.

She has more pressing things to worry about. Like the fact that the King of Salem who hates her with every fiber of his being, is about to sleep with her.

She stood at the front of his chambers. She stared at the door hesitantly and knocked.

"Come in." Came the curt reply. His deep voice reverberated through her.

She opened the door and walked in. The light illuminated the room, the chambers was bathed in gold. It was the most beautiful sight, but the situation wasn't exactly favoring Danika's sense of exploration and appreciation.

She could only stare at the big man who occupied one side of the room. At thirty-man years old, she has never seen a man who larger than life than King Lucien.

Watching him as he stuck a feather into the ink on the table, withdrew his feather and continued scribbling down on the scroll before him, it's hard to believe that this man has ever been a slave.

But he has been. For ten whole years he endured unspeakable tortures in the hands of her father. Now, he's paying it back.

He raised his head finally and stared at Danika. He kept the feather and did an open looking at her.

He stared all over her, his eyes crawling through her skin like hands, Danika shivered. His eyes, his face never changed after his inspection.

Pure contempt filled his features. Danika wondered if this man would ever know what it is to smile.

Slowly, he pushed his chair back, still staring at her. "Remove the robe." He commanded.

Danika hesitated.

His eyes flashed dangerously. He licked his lips calculatingly.

Danika forced her hands to move. She pulled the robe from her body, leaving her only in the clothlessness.

His eyes never left her face. "Let's get one thing straight, Slave. The next time I address you and you don't respond well, I will take out a whip and design your back with twenty strokes. Are we being clear?"

Danika's eyes turned tormented. She hid it immediately so he wouldn't see how affected she is.

"Yes....Master." She spoke, trying to hide her defiance. A word that's supposed to portray submission, portrayed pure rebellion.

If he noticed, he said nothing. He got up and slowly, walked around the table. He leaned against it, and pinned me with a cold eyes.

"Strip." One word. One command.

Rebellion fled with that one word. "Please...." She whispered impulsively. But she knew, she already made a mistake.

Like a panther, he stalked closer to her, it took everything in her not to step back from him.

He yanked her hair so hard, her head snapped back, and she bit her lips to keep from crying out from the pain.

There was nothing like remorse on his eyes. Only hatred so raw, it chilled her. "You either strip or I call the guards to help you."

Her hands went to the neck of her robe and she started untying the ropes that held the clothing together.

Undressed completely, she allowed the robe to fall to the ground. She felt the panic and helplessness of her situation. A question has been pricking her since all this began.

She had to ask this. Even if it'll cause her to be punished, she has to ask this.

"Why me..." She whispered.

Gray emotionless eyes met hers, his brows arched.

"Why not my father? Why me?" She asked hoarsely.

He kept silent, raising his hand to caress her face. He raised her chin up, "Why me, Danika?"

"I-I don't understand."

"My father was on the throne when your father attacked us. My mother was with Nina, my pregnant little sister, and I was just twenty years old. Why did your father kill them all and take me captive?" His voice low, deadly and emotionless.

He had a sister who was pregnant? Tears burned the back of her eyes, because all this isn't looking any good for her at all.

"For the past fifteen years, I asked myself that question. Why me." He groaned, "Why kill all my family and take only me to hell?"

Danika was speechless, she clamped her mouth shut. She didn't know the answer to that.

Cold eyes trailed my neck as I swallowed, "Do you know my greatest anger when I look at you?"

Danika shook her head helplessly.

He caressed the collar on her neck. The collar that branded her. "You're the only child he has. Why did he have to have just one child? You're not enough for what I have in mind, Danika. You alone, cannot bear the brunt of my hate and anger. You alone cannot take all the demons I have to unleash."

A chill spread all over Danika's body with each sentence he let out. Each of them emphasized feelings that grew for years. Feelings that grew and nurtured deep inside him.

His dead eyes finally met hers again. "You, Danika, might not be enough....but you'll do. Now, get on the bed."

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Chapter 3. SCARRED.

His cold eyes finally met hers. "You, Danika, might not be enough, but you'll do. Now, remove your underthings."

Danika's ears still rang from everything he said to her. Her eyes still stung with tears. Why did her father have to do all these? Why did he have to be addicted to gaining power?

Her hands trembled as she removed her underthings, leaving her completely naked in front of him.

Tonight, she'll lose her virginity in the cruelest way, in the hands of the coldest man she has ever known.

But she'll bear it with dignity. She is a princess. No...she was a Princess. She was born with regality, trained to carry herself with pride and to be a proper lady.

But, this is her fate now. A fate she can't escape. She raised her chin and awaited his next command.

"Get on to the bed. Face down. Legs spread." There was no expression in his eyes. Just hate.

She climbed the bed, pressed her face on the bed, and spread her legs. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable, her arms trembled slightly.

Being optimistic, she tried to focus on the fact that this is the first soft bed she's lying in, for the first time in a long time. She allowed the pleasure of it to wash over her.

She heard the ruffle of clothes. The sound of robes unfastening. It didn't take long before she felt him come up behind her.

He grabbed her hips, his fingers biting into her flesh and she felt his p€nis nudge at her opening. My eyes snapped open at the huge feel of his p€nis.

Danika is no stranger to a man's anatomy, she has seen a lot of naked slaves before, but she has never thought one can be as big as what was pressing towards her body, searching for something...

He must have found what he was looking for because he grunted his approval.

As he adjusted his knees on the bed, the small pleasure she was feeling disappeared as he pulled back out and began to push in.

She sucked in a startled breath as his short thrust quickly became painful and she held her breath and waited for it to happen.

Breathing hard, he held her by the hips and when he pulled back and then pushed forward with one long, hard thrust, bottoming out inside of her.

She cried out in agonized pain, gritting her teeth so much, her jaw went numb.

He stilled completely and she let out a tear-filled whimper she couldn't begin to control. It hurt more than she expected it would. So so much.

He didn't hold back. He pulled back and plunged into her again fiercely.

She swiveled her head, buried her face to the bed and screamed, twisting her trembling body away from his brutal possession.

But his strong hands caged her, holding her body immobile. He covered her with his body and plunged into her over and over and over again, the force of his thrusts pressing her unrelentingly deeper to the bed.

Only her pained cries where heard in the golden room, none of his. Not even a grunt.

Although he took her fiercely like an animal, Danika would have sworn that he's restraining himself. It made her wonder if he'll break her in two if he wasn't.

The fierce thrusts went on and on and on. Then, suddenly, he pulled away. Rose from the bed and fastened up.

Danika stilled lying on the bed, unable to move her body, she cried softly to the bed.

"Get out of my room." He commanded, walking away without a backward glance to her. She heard the door open and close behind him with a bang.

She knew he didn't finish and she wondered why. The man hated her, he has no remorse for her. So, why didn't he keep plundering her body until he gained his satisfaction?

She didn't know the answer to that and it was the least of her problems. Alone, she started sobbing aloud.

For the first time since her kingdom was ambushed, her father killed and she, taken into slavery, she felt pain. Real raw pain.

Heart-wrenching sobs wretched her throat. She has always dreamed of flowers. Her husband making love to her under the moonlight. She, loosing her virginity to him while he loves her body so tenderly.

This is nowhere near what she imagined. Reality hurts like a knife to the heart. Father, why did you have to do this to me?

She didn't know the pain that was greater. The one coming from her body, or the one from her heart.

The one from her body was physical. What he did to her hurt. But the one to her heart hurt too....because she knows that this is her life now.

She got up, glad that he's not around. She didn't know what she'll do if he has to watch her trying to stagger her way out, and crying openingly.

Blood smeared her thighs, still dripping out from her womanhood. She made it to her cold cells, and the guard opened it.

She entered the empty confinement, walked towards the old bonk without mattress and laid on it and stayed huddled there.

She sniffled repeatedly, trying to control her tears. She doesn't want to cry more. She doesn't want to look broken...because she isn't.

Survival. She will survive this place.

She might be his slave on the outside. But inside, she's still Princess Danika to herself. He will not break her! She won't allow it. Herself is the only thing she has.

Just then, the cell opened and Baski entered. The older woman gave her a polite smile. "The King said to extract you."

What? Again? "W-What?

"He said to get you out of here and---"

She lost it. "What does he want with me again!?" Danika raged, shooting up from the bed.

"He wants---" Baski started.

"He can go to hell for all I care! Stay away from me! Go!" The princess in her screamed, beyond reasoning.

Baski pursed her lips in displeasure but didn't go anywhere. Instead, pity flashed in her eyes.

"You really have to let go of that attitude if you ever to make it as a slave. That was what we all did when we were trying to survive your father. That was how we survived."

"Your king is a monster." Danika cried.

Baski shook her head adamantly. "King Lucien is nowhere near that analysis. You have no idea what he's been through. You have no idea!"

Baski's eyes found hers. "He's actually holding back with you."

Danika scoffed. "How can you say that! You have no idea what that monster did to---"

"He's holding back, because if he truly wants to give you back all your father did to him, he'll start by roasting your feminine parts." She started curtly.

"W-What?" Danika wasn't sure she heard the woman well.

"Never mind." She turned away, "If you're done raging, you hear me out. The king said to escort you to your quarters."

Danika blinked twice, wondering what's wrong with her ears. "What?"

"Follow me." Baski began walking away.

What's going on?

Danika got up with a wince and followed her out. The older woman escorted her to another side of the big palace and into a room. The room was small but good looking and tidy.

"What am I going here?" She asked the older woman.

"It's your new room."

"M-Mine?" She stared around, wondering what these people are up to.

"Clean up and go to bed. The King will request for you on the morrow." Then, Baski turned and walked away.

Danika, too tired and emotionally stressed to start thinking about all these, just laid down on the bed and allowed herself to pass out. Escaping reality is always a good choice.

But, what did she mean by he's holding back? And whatever the hell does she mean by him, roasting out her feminine parts?

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Chapter 4. VETTA.

A knock came to the door and King Lucien gave approval for entry. Baski entered, "I have gotten her to her room and I have also---"

"I don't need the details, Baski. I don't care." He stated curtly, scribbling down on the scroll.

"Yes, your highness." Baski said immediately.

"How's Remeta?"

Baski's eyes softened at the mention of her daughter. "She's doing fine, your Majesty. Her ears still doesn't do no good but she's doing better."

He raised his head, "How old is she now?"

"Fifteen, your highness."

King Lucien lowered his head.

Tears burned the back of Baski's eyes. She knows what the king is thinking, because that is her thoughts everyday.

Her daughter is too young to go through what she went through in the hands of the Mombana kingdom. Remeta will never recover from that experience at all.

"I'm glad. Send me Vetta." He started curtly.

Baski stiffened at the mention of her name. "Should I tell her to come prepared?"

"Yes."

"Alright, your Majesty." She turned and left.

Lucien paused his writing and stared down at his very-erect c0ck. He hasn't been able to cum with Danika and he wasn't surprised.

It's not because he didn't want to. But because he couldn't.

Only Vetta can make him come. She's the only mistress he'd kept for the past five years, which is the period they've been out of slavery.

Vetta was also a slave too before. She, and almost all the women in his kingdom. His relationship with Vetta started right there from hell.

Danika had him wired, and he needed the relief that comes from s€x. He's no longer a normal man. Cone made sure of that. He can no longer achieve satisfaction like a normal man.

He stared down at his scarred painful erection. Long scars outlined it, wounds from a long time ago that fried the veins of his phallus.

Wounds that were fried to the extend that most of the veins and nerves there are no longer working right.

He has to put it a lot more effort to achieve satisfaction during s€x, and he has to achieve that satisfaction once he's erect because the more he swells, the more his scars stretch to painful degrees.

He has to really really work for it before he can feel pleasure while coupling...has to be extra rough, has to do other things...

Only Vetta can take him while he's this way.

While he hated Danika with every bone in his body, he isn't ready to unleash himself on her on her first night because he'll damage her beyond repair, even though he was really tempted to do that.

No, he doesn't want to kill her. Death has no part in the plans he has for her....at least not yet.

He closed his eyes, so he wouldn't remember the agony and pain of that particular torture that led to his scarred manhood.

That, was the most painful he ever endured in the hands of Cone. The one he can never forget.

He growled in rage. How can he even forget, when he's bearing the scars?

Danika. More hatred washed over him just at the very thought of her.