Lucas walked through the grand hallway of his house, his mind racing. The thought of Damian coming for Aurora made his heart pound with excitement. He hadn’t felt this alive in years. As he approached Aurora’s room, he could hear her faint sobs through the oak door. He smirked, knowing he had to prepare her for their guest.
With a swift turn of the knob, he barged in, and Aurora’s tear-stained face raised up to meet his. “Get up,” he barked,
Her eyes widened with terror as she rose to her feet, trembling as she took in the sight of Lucas, his eyes gleaming with dark intent. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck. “You’re going to perform for me,” he said, his breath hot against her skin. “I want Damian to see what you’ve become.”
With a vicious jerk, Lucas began to pull Aurora through the hallway, the maids’ gasps with horror in their eyes. She stumbled, her bare feet slipping on the cold floor. Her clothes, once a symbol of her dignity, were now a torn mess in his wake. “You’re mine,” he sneered, “And he’s going to watch as I claim you again.”
The journey down the grand staircase was full of humiliation. Aurora’s knees trembled with every step, her dignity in shambles. She could feel the eyes of the mansion’s staff on her, their silent disgust burning into her flesh like hot coals. The pain of her bruised scalp was nothing compared to the agony she was filing in heart.
Once in the ballroom, Lucas’s grip tightened. He threw her onto a velvet chaise lounge, the soft fabric doing little to stop the impact. “Struggle,” he taunted, “It’ll only make it better.”
Aurora’s eyes flashed with anger as she attempted to fight back, her fists pushing on his chest. His laughter filled the room as he easily overpowered her, ripping her clothes away with brutal force. Each piece of fabric that fell to the floor felt like a part of her soul being stripped away.
With a swift, powerful strike, Lucas slapped her hard across the cheek, the sound echoing through the grand ballroom like a gunshot. Aurora’s head snapped to the side, and she tasted the tang of blood on her tongue. She glared at him, her eyes full of pain.
Lucas’s smile grew wider as he leaned in, his eyes dark and hungry. He grabbed her by the throat, squeezing just enough to cut off her air. “You’re going to scream for me,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You’re going to beg me to stop, and I’ll keep going anyway.”
With a sickening sense of dread, Aurora watched as he shoved his hand between her thighs, his fingers pushing into her pussy roughly. The pain was intense, and she couldn’t help but cry out, her body bucking against his iron grip. His eyes with pleasure at the sound, his fingers moving faster, more forcefully. He was invading her, claiming her in the most painful and violent way. She felt her insides tear as he pushed deeper, his nails digging into her soft flesh.
The tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice hoarse from the screams she hadn’t allowed herself to release. The room spun around her, and she desperately searched for an escape, any escape from the horror that was unfolding. But all she saw were the cold, unfeeling faces of Lucas’s staff, watching her degradation with a mix of curiosity and fear.
Above the sound of her own pained gasps, Aurora heard the distant thud of the front door, the heavy boots of a man in a hurry. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she hoped with every fiber of her being that it was Damian.
Lucas paused, his hand still on Aurora’s throat, his eyes darting towards the sound. The smile on his face grew colder, his grip on Aurora tightening. “Your prince is here,” he said, his voice thick with hatred.
Damian’s furious footsteps grew louder. Lucas leaned down, whispering in Aurora’s ear, “You’d better be worth it.”
The doors to the ballroom slammed open, and Damian stormed in, his eyes wild and desperate and filled with horror. He was full of rage, his fists clenched and his breath coming in sharp gasps.
“Lucas,” he growled, his voice filled with hatred. He raised the gun, pointing it directly at Lucas who was holding Aurora. “Let her go.”
Lucas’s eyes flickered with surprise before quickly shifting back to amusement. “Damian,” he said, his voice a cold sneer. “How delightful.” He didn’t release Aurora, his hand instead tightening around her neck, his fingers digging in like a vice.
Damian’s hand holding the gun didn’t waver as he took in the scene before him. Aurora’s torn clothing, the bruises already on her pale skin, Lucas’s smug grin as he loomed over her. “I said,” Damian ground out, his voice shaking with rage, “Let. Her. Go.”
Lucas threw back his head and laughed, the sound echoing off the high ceilings of the ballroom. It was a laugh like nothing Aurora had ever heard before, a maniac’s cackle that sent shivers down her spine. He gripped her neck tighter, lifting her up until her feet dangled above the floor. Aurora’s eyes bulged, her air supply being cut off, but she didn’t dare make a sound.
“You think you can threaten me?” Lucas said, his voice a high-pitched squeal of delight. “With this?” He gestured to Aurora with a flourish, as if presenting a prize to be won. “Look at her, Damian. Look what you’ve done to her.”
Damian’s eyes never left Lucas’s, the gun in his hand never wavering. “Let her go lucas i wont repeat myself and put her down, you’re going to kill her ,” he said, his voice strained.
Lucas’s laughter cut off abruptly, his expression darkening. “You don’t understand, Damian,” he hissed. “You never did. This isn’t about her anymore. It’s about you, and the mess you’ve made of everything. You brought this on yourself.”
With a sudden burst of strength, Lucas slammed Aurora into the wall, her body hitting it with a thud. She let out a muffled cry, her eyes wide with fear, as tears began falling down,. “Do you remember,” Lucas said slowly, his voice dripping with pain, “how you murdered my mother in cold blood? She was at your mercy, begging for her life, just like Aurora is now.”
Damian’s rage boiled over, and his hand holding the gun began to shake.
“Lucas,” he said, his voice low and deadly, “You’re going to regret the day you laid a hand on Aurora.”
Lucas smirked, tossing Aurora aside like a ragdoll. She hit the ground hard, her head bouncing off the floor. He stepped closer to Damian, his boot hovering over Aurora’s throat. “Oh, I doubt that,” Lucas said, his voice filled with a twisted sense of glee. “But I’ll enjoy watching you regret the day you ever crossed me.” With that he placed his foot on AURORA’S throat, pressing down.
Aurora gagged for air, her hands clawing at the floor as she tried to move away from the danger looming above her. Her eyes met Damian’s, and she saw the fury in his gaze, the love and desperation warring within him. She wanted to scream, to beg Lucas to stop, but she knew it would only fuel his sadistic enjoyment.
But she wondered why Damian was only speaking and not doing anything to help her. Was he paralyzed by fear, or was he biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike? The gun in his hand was trembling, and Aurora knew he didn’t want to risk hitting her. But Lucas was relentless,
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