My Dull Life

Chapter 7: Damn Purple Dress

 

I opened my eyes and was greeted with the sight of Verxis dressing, my vision partially obscured by the gauzy canopy that surrounded our bed. Another meeting? I wondered. I guessed ruling a demon realm wasn't all fun and games and sleeping with humans you'd technically kidnapped from another world.

I continued to stare at him as the wardrobe doors closed by themselves and he sauntered over to the door. He threw me a look over his shoulder before he left the room, warning me not to leave. Then he left without saying anything. I was getting used to that look. He gave me that same look every time he left the room.

We had been reduced to what we were the first few days I was here. He'd sleep with me, I'd get some actual sleep any time in between, and then he'd leave for some business he needed to attend to, but not before giving me that look.

We had yet to say a single word to each other since two weeks ago when I'd left the room and nearly been killed by Herniana. A part of me was dying to talk to him again, to ask him what happened to her, did he kill her? How about Stacy, was she fine? And what had Herniana said, about marking me? What was that all about? But as curious as I was, it was for the best that we didn't talk. Because I knew I would just end up getting attached to him again if I treated him as a friend, as someone to pour my feelings out to.

Instead, I decided that today I would stay awake and wait for Eric to deliver my breakfast, then ask him all these things I wanted to know, rather than getting some much needed sleep. It had been ages since I'd seen Eric – I had been so tired, with all the exertion and screaming I'd been doing. He'd been leaving food and drinks for me on a tray, right beside the door.

I wrapped myself in one of the sheets on the bed, using it as a makeshift dress. I stood in the room, feeling more lonely and captive-like than I ever had before.

It took me about an hour and a half of pacing around Verxis's room before I grew bored. His carpet was lush and wonderful beneath my feet – luxurious as could be. The bed was large and inviting – too inviting, just like the owner of the room. But it took you in, captured you, made you think you were comfortable and kept you in the dark about uncomfortable things.

I shook my head. I was being ridiculous now. It was just a bed. I decided to distract myself. It hit me that I'd never really explored the room. A month I'd been living here, and yet... I didn't know this room at all.

But I knew what was in it. I knew of the end tables by the bed – a lampshade powered by fire lit in them. They lit whenever I woke up, illuminating everything around me. More lights of this type decorated the wall – cast iron and glass, both tinged red, six on the wall to my right, and another five on my left. The place where there should be a sixth one there was a door instead, leading to the bathroom.

I walked to it, and opened the door. Even more luxurious facilities. The room itself larger then I ever needed it to be. Everything was smooth – there were no sharp edges. Not even on the corners of the bathtub – it was like it had been shaved down or something. As clumsy as I seemed to be in bathrooms, I had yet to hurt myself in this one. A new record – I never went more than a week before hurting myself on... something. Anything.

Everything in the bathroom shone like it'd just been polished, though I knew this couldn't possibly be true. Demon magic was imbued into the walls and every object. I knew this without having to ask Verxis or Eric.

I closed the door to the bathroom and continued on my self-guided tour of the place.

“There's the TV, the couches, the coffee table... One stand lamp beside the TV...” I could recall them without even looking. Above me, the ceiling – arches of reddish brown wood, and the same recurring pattern of the castle embellished every inch of it. Swirls of red, on another red background. Two different, beautiful shades.

Stopping at the end of the room, I'm faced with what looks like bare wall. But I'd seen Verxis open them hundreds of times now.

I muttered the word that opens them, ignoring the inane urge to yell “Open sesame!” at it.

His wardrobe was huge. It wasn't the first time I was seeing it, but it was still incredible. Not to mention deceiving. The walls opened up to a cavity in the wall that's about seven feet tall and eight feet wide, right? But the rack within it spins. Continuously. All you had to do was hold down a lever to the side... and it spun.

I spun the rack, waiting to see clothes that repeated that would signify the racks going round in a circular fashion... but as long as I spun them, I couldn't find them. Odd, considering that Verxis pretty much wears the same things – a suit jacket, buttoned up completely and black slacks. Or he was wearing his birthday suit. He'd strip whenever he came back to the room, hold me down and have his way with me, then stay naked until he had to leave again.

My hand left the lever as I was distracted by my thoughts, and it shifted back into its original position, stopping the rack of clothes. I lifted my head to study what had stopped before me, and froze in my tracks.

Dresses. Those lacy, frilly things had to be dresses. I pulled one out just to make sure – I was right. It was a dress. A beautiful purple dress, soft – not silk. Maybe cotton of some kind? No, too soft and airy for just cotton. Low in the front, spaghetti straps, one of those flighty skirts. Even I – who had been repeatedly labeled slob and fashion criminal, had to admit that the dress was gorgeous.

My first, mortifying, egoistic thought was that maybe they had been for me. Verxis had prepared dresses for me? I then held it to my body, and one thing became clear.

It was way too small for me. This dress was for someone skinny, beautiful. Someone stunning enough to be able to leave her clothes in Verxis's closet.

Someone like Herniana.

At first, all I wanted to do was rip the dress into pieces. My hands actually curled into fists on them. But at the last minute I stopped myself.

“No. You've done nothing wrong,” I whispered to the dress like a lunatic, then smoothed it out and hung it back on the rack. I grabbed the lever and pushed it down, wanting the dresses out of my sight. I'd spared the one dress, but just barely. Already I was wondering if I could burn his entire wardrobe down.

The rack continued to spin before me, but I wasn't really registering the clothes that flitted by. I was thinking about my dilemma.

I wasn't happy. I wasn't happy forcing myself not to love him. I wasn't happy pretending to hate it when he touched me. I wasn't happy that the young boy with too much hormones that I'd known and loved was suddenly a man – cruel, powerful, authoritative. A man who had invaded my planet, and slept with more women than I could register, probably.

I'd always known I would be strictly monogamous – I'd never wanted to sleep with anyone but my future husband, not for the reasons my mother had tried so hard to instil in me. But because I wanted to have only one lover in my entire life – and I wanted this to be mutual. The truth of the matter was that jock's kiss wasn't just unsatisfying. The rush of guilt that followed it had been so powerful just the thought of kissing someone other than Verxis had filled me with nausea.

Sighing, I looked up at the flying colours. My heart jumped as I recognized one of them, and my hand pulled up the lever just in time to stop the rack. Just to be safe I reached out and grabbed the clothes manually.

“Mom,” The words escaped my mouth without me noticing them. It was my mother's jacket, the jacket I'd worn to the demon realm. I'd almost thought it was gone forever. Something jingled in the pocket as I held it, and I pulled my dad's car keys out of the front pocket – and laughed. I hoped he'd remember where his spare car keys were. Providing he could find his car where I parked it.

I held the jacket and keys close to my heart, burying my nose in it, smelling the familiar scent of my mother. It still smelled like her.

Something else that belonged to me was in the wardrobe. Something red. I pulled out my favourite T-shirt, the one Jo and Stacy had given me. I'd been staring at it in the window of one of the stores at the mall – but I'd refused to buy it. Simply because, well, I didn't buy my clothes from anywhere but the cheapest of all places – K-mart.

But when we'd left the place, they'd been carrying a bag from that store. And Jo had handed it to me as they dropped me home.

I waited for the tears to come. The sadness seemed to be overflowing within me – but the tears wouldn't come. I wanted to scratch at my eyes, until it got so irritated tears would fall from it. I kept thinking of what Stacy had said – about the way Jo died. How could I not be crying right now?

My eyes darted about, trying to focus on something. As if in retaliation to the lack of tears. It fixed on the brightest thing in sight. The window was about as big as a single door of Verxis's wardrobe. On it were candle stumps – from the night I'd just arrived. They hadn't been replaced or removed.

The window sill itself was a seat, with the end of it towards the outside world sealed off by a short gate-like formation of red swirls. It spanned the length of the window, sort of like a railing. Why they bothered to leave it there was beyond me, because it had to be like a seventh of the height of the window. There was still plenty of space to fall out of, let's just say that. Ruby red gauze curtains, pulled to the side, billowed at the edges of the large window.

I looked out at the night sky, wondering what time it was. Always night time – always dark. I thought I'd never miss the sun, but the reality was – I did. A month in the demon realm, and I missed the sun.

And I missed something just as golden and bright. I missed Mo, the fluffy face I saw everyday. I missed my parents, the two people who sincerely loved me more than myself, and Jo, whom I had failed to save. I missed Stacy, who I'd also failed to keep out of this nightmare as well. She was so close... and yet so far.

If only I realized earlier just who Verxis was, and faced reality. If only I'd been intelligent enough to see that obvious, obvious loophole. If only I'd surrendered myself earlier – if I was going to suffer through all this, I might as well have made it worthwhile.

Regret and guilt gnawed at me – in thoughts that echoed over and over in my head, and infested my every thought.

“Ugh!” I turned away from the window, squeezing my head in between my fists, frustrated and disgusted with myself. I left the items that I'd taken to the demon realm with me, dropping them onto the floor, then went to the window. I sat at the sill, after sweeping away all the wax stumps. The window was so large, even as I sat beside it and leaned out I knew that one wrong move and I could fall out of it....

And fall to my death.

The height was no joke. We had to be at least six storeys up. It made me dizzy just looking down at all that distance between me and the ground.

I wondered what would happen if I fell out of it. We were way, way up and I was such an oh so fragile human...

It was certainly a way to escape this hellhole. I quirked a smile as I realized how ironic my situation was. I wouldn't be able to commit suicide. Not because I didn't want to – but because I'd made a deal. I couldn't leave this place. Not unless I wanted my captor to invade my world and kill everyone I loved. Everyone who was left anyway.

A warm gust of wind blew at my hair, slapping it into my face. No hair product commercial offers for me, my rebellious hair could never be that perfect – even when I was in my darkest moment.

I looked out into the dark – I could see no horizon, it was too dark for me to make out. I could see the village though. It spanned as far as the eye could see – literally. It was so dark, all I could make of the rest of Verxis's kingdom was the lights that littered the villages.

Craning my neck I tried to get a better look at all the little buildings along the way. There almost seemed to be a path, leading from the castle out to the rest of the world. I leaned forward, studying the road curiously with my faulty human eyes.

And that's when what I'd been thinking about comes to pass, as I should have known it would. I leaned over too far.

I screamed, just managing to grab the metal swirly railings adorning the window in my scrabble for survival. At least my body knew to kick in when it had to. I grunted as my already sweaty hands – thanks a lot, body – started to slip off the cold metal.

I tried to pull myself up – get a better hold on the only thing preventing me from death. But this just backfired. It wasn't enough to pull me up, and I just ended up straining myself trying.

This was it. This was the end. To die in the demon world – ironic, wasn't it?

My grip loosened around the metal. Voluntarily. I didn't see the point in prolonging the inevitable. It was as I'd just about let go from the railing and begun to fall that someone grabbed me. He grabbed my wrists, and tugged me up, over the round-ish railings and into the room. I clambered off the windowsill and all but jumped onto the carpet, just trying to get away from the dangerous window.

I gasped for breath as adrenaline ran amok around my body, and looked to my saviour. Eric.

He was looking at me, horrified, confused. He was crouched down on one knee beside me, his hand still around my wrist. He opened his mouth to talk – when someone burst through the door.

Verxis. And he looked furious.

Eric collected himself. He released me, got to his feet, and nodded at Verxis. He had instantly known what the demon king wanted. But Eric had thrown me one last look before he left, closing the door behind him. I winced as the room doors shut with a thud I swear was not that loud just this morning.

“Explain yourself. Now,” Verxis said through gritted teeth. The lips were the only thing hiding his snarl away from me. He'd have been openly growling at me had he curled them back.

“I-” I choked on my words. My mouth had gone completely dry, and I coughed. Verxis stalked towards me and yanked me up into a standing position. But my knees were pretty much gone, and I stumbled backwards into the wall. Verxis caged me in, his arms on either side of me as I leaned against the wall.

“Belle. You have a minute to explain yourself before I make up an explanation of my own,”

“I-” His scarlet eyes bore into mine – it was scary as hell. “I was leaning forward on the window when I fell out. Eric saved me,”

“Lie!” He punched the wall beside me and I turned away just in time as a loud crunching sound invaded my right ear drum. Moments later I glanced at the hole he made, stunned. I looked to him, and he seemed just as shocked by the near miss of my head. Not that he had been aiming for my head – but it was pretty damn close.

But his shocked expression morphed into one of defiance as he was looking at me – and this was the last straw.

“It's the truth!” I yelled, shoving him off me. My hands were shaking with the adrenaline and while they weren't really enough to fight back against a demon, Verxis moved off me, but I didn't leave the wall. “I was on the windowsill, I was looking at the village and I fell out!”

“You leaned out!” He said, pointing at me.

“Only so I could see outside better! I wasn't trying to die!” I slapped his index away. Except all I did was hurt myself. It was like trying to slap away a concrete statue.

“That's a lie!”

“It's not a lie!”

“Then why did you give up?!” He shouted into my face. I hadn't realized our faces were inches from each other. I was too pissed. “You were hanging on out there – but you gave up!” He jabbed his pointer in the direction of the window to emphasize his point.

My mouth was open but nothing came out. How the hell had he known that?

Right, demon magic.

I picked my jaw off the ground and tried to compose myself, ignoring the furious trembles that traversed my body. I crossed my arms over my chest, and thought of something to say.

“You gave up,” Verxis said again. I looked up at him, his face full of wrath and yet... majestic. Of course, I was done admiring him when he reached out and grasped my upper arms so tightly I cried out in pain. “You can't ever give up, you hear me?”

“Let go of me,” I replied quietly.

“Belle. Swear to me. Swear to me you won't ever do that again,” He hissed.

I looked up at him, meeting his furious gaze with my own. “Let. Go. Of. Me,” I uttered each word as clearly as I could, despite all the adrenaline fueling every muscle – including my tongue.

He shook me, making my teeth chatter. “Swear to me!”

“No!” I struggled in his arms – but this really didn't do anything except annoy him. He let out an angry roar and pushed me into the wall, his lips brutally crushing mine. “Mm!” I bit his lips and drew blood but still he kept kissing me, as if trying to force me into the wall. His blood was sort of metallic, but more tangy than that of a human's and the difference both intrigued and disgusted me.

I tried to kick him – show him I was angry with him and he wasn't getting any unless he forced me down, kicking and scratching. Unfortunately, I think this was what he had in mind. His body weighed down on mine, restraining my movements, including those of my legs. His fingers found my wrists and he held my arms to my side, refusing to allow me any leverage at all.

Moments later, when he'd released me and blood started to flow back into my aching lips, he gave me a scathing sneer.

“Is that all you've got, Belle?” He asked me. I shot my head forward and tried to bite his face. But he'd seen me coming, and pulled back. Before I could attempt another attack, he captured my lips and began kissing me again. This time, he decided to up the ante, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. At first, I was so surprised by the bold move I did nothing. Then I clamped my jaws down on the invading anatomy. Again, I injured him to the point of drawing blood.

Unfortunately, this was a bad idea, as his blood leaked into my mouth liberally. I was intrigued by its taste – but not that intrigued.

Luckily for me, Verxis withdrew his tongue from my mouth seconds later, and showed it to me as it healed instantaneously. The blood that leaked from him was dark. Darker, as if the fluid that ran through his veins was tainted by the darkness that perpetuated his heart.

As I was pondering this, his knee came up and slammed into the area between my legs. At first, I'm outraged that he would dare attack me. Then I realize that it was just on the right side of pain to have his knee against that area of my body. But I wasn't about to tell him that. I growled and tried to buck him off me. With his knee lifted his center was off a little. But this was futile against the big, bad demon.

The knee rubbed against my pussy and I groaned as my body betrayed me, growing hot with arousal.

“Damn you,” I mouthed against him as his lips continued to bruise mine. His response was to let go of my wrists, then tear neatly down the center of the bedsheets I'd been using as clothes. With my hands free, you'd think I would try to tear him a new one.

But the only tearing involved was me ripping the clothes off him. I was so weak but somehow in my adrenaline-infused state I managed to tear his jacket open – popping off all the buttons, then tugged his slacks off.

“Turn around,” He commanded.

“Make me,” I responded breathlessly. His eyes narrowed at me, and he really did make me. I found myself face-to-face with the wall, gasping as I was spun around without even realizing it. “You-” I began, glaring at him over my shoulder, when I felt a sharp sting across my butt that made me hiss and press my forehead against the wall. “Did you just spank me?”

Then his hands slapped my flesh again and I let out another pained cry. “Does that answer your question?” He asked, his lips to my ear. I cringed away from the source of his voice – I loved the way his lips brushed against the shell of my ear too much.

“Let go of me right now,” I demanded, one of his hands was dead in the center of my back, that single hand was all that was needed for him to hold me down.

This was followed by another spank. “Say please,”

“You've got to be-” I hissed in pain. The smacks didn't stop there. Again and again, one after the other. He wasn't using all his demonic strength. But he damn well wasn't holding back either. “Agh! Stop!”

“You're forgetting the magic word,”

The moment of hesitation it took for me to do what he wanted warranted another strike and by then my aching butt cheeks couldn't take anymore. “Please!”

The hits stopped, and I let out a noise of happy relief. Then I felt his lips on my ear again, moist and searing. “No,”

I didn't really register the meaning of that single syllable until I once again felt his hand on my butt. I shrieked as my already painful flesh was subjected to more pain.

By the time he was done I was crumpled against the wall, and finally tears were dripping from my eyes. But not for the reasons I'd wanted it to. “Please,” I begged the wall, but I didn't know what I was asking for anymore.

His hand – painfully hot on my burning ass, caressed the red swells of my butt. Then his hand dipped in between my legs, and the sound of squishy wetness met my ears. I regarded it with some surprise.

I was wet. Wet from getting spanked like a naughty child.

Oh. My. God.

I was so embarrassed I hoped I'd never have to turn away from the wall.

And of course, that was the exact moment Verxis spun me around from the hard surface. He tugged on my hair, forcing me to look up at him and be caught in his crimson gaze. As he trapped me in his eyes, one of his fingers pushed its way into me, before another joined it.

“God,” I grunted as he twisted his fingers around each other inside my sheath, before burying in further. He alternated the strokes of either finger, one going in as the other withdrew, then they rotated. A never ending cycle of slim fingers bumping into each other, not to mention rubbing against my insides.

My eyes became half-lidded as he stroked inside me, all the while staring into my eyes, like a lover would. Except what he was now... I had no idea. Lover? Captor? Mortal enemy?

None of it seemed to matter as his fingers pleasured me in a way that made me stand on my tiptoes as they curled. My hips lifted, just so I could thrust his fingers deeper within, until they were touching the area I wanted most. I let out a soft keen as his finger first came into contact with it, then pressed more insistently against it.

And then I was there, at the highest point in the universe, my fingers slipping off the metal railing and my whole body plummeting to the ground as I reached my orgasm. I gasped and reached out to grasp something – finding the sturdy demon who was holding me, both keeping me safe and giving me the ultimate pleasure.

The last thing I remembered was still being caught in his red eyes, squeezing his fingers inside me as they continued to do their work on my canal, squelching noisily as they prolonged my orgasm.

The next thing I was aware of, after the haze cleared from my head, was that I was facing the wall again, my hands braced against it. I felt a stiff, sweltering rod rubbing against my sore ass, stuck out slightly towards the demon behind me.

The cock was pulled away from my butt, and I sighed in relief, before he slapped the length against my rear end. “Argh!” I yelled my disapproval as the last of my blissful fog evaporated from my mind – chased away by pain. I heard chuckling behind me, and was about to turn around to give him a piece of my mind when I felt the shaft impale me.

I groaned as nearly all eleven inches sunk within me with one slippery thrust. He tugged me back on him using my arms, pulling them towards him in a very uncomfortable angle that made me feel like they would snap out of their sockets at any moment.

I should have been very distressed at all the abuse he was putting my body through. But at the moment all that filled my head – pun not intended – was the cock inside me.

He let a few seconds tick away after the initial insertion. Whether to let me get used to him being inside me or relishing the fact that he'd violated me I didn't know. All I know was that I'd actual began considering pleading him to move when he did.

An easy in-out rhythm was what he started with. Slow and steady, one penetration after the other. His hard stomach aggravated my stinging butt each time he slammed into me, and I eeped at each contact. It was so confusing to feel pain and pleasure simultaneously as he irritated the area where I was spanked, while thrusting into my crevice as I clenched at him involuntarily, my inner muscles coiling and contracting around the familiar flesh-pole.

I would like to say that I was still fighting back. But I wasn't. All I was doing was leaning against the wall as Verxis mounted me like a bitch, plundering my pussy endlessly with solid jabs into me.

And I'd like to say that I didn't encourage him at all. But... “What's wrong with you? Are you tired?” I threw over my shoulder.

One of his hands let of of one of my hands so I can claw at the wall as he found a hold of my butt, clutching it with a firmness that made me cry.

“You want me to go faster?” He asked. I didn't reply. I wasn't going to demean myself in such a manner. Then he slapped my butt.

“Yes!” I found myself crying out. Like I had no control of my vocal chords. A fact which was further proven when he started pounding into me a moment later and I let out a series of incoherent yowls. Using his grip on my butt, his cock drove into my willing hole, and it contracted around the powerful, thrusting dick, trying to draw him further into me.

Soon enough I was moving my hips back against him, trying to get him in deeper, even though I could barely keep up with his pace. Trying to angle him so he'd hit everything right inside me. He'd released my hands to grasp my butt, moving it back and forth on his engorged shaft. Not that he really needed to – I was working pretty damn hard to do my part.

He grunted behind me, and I knew he was close. Because I could feel it in his thrusts, and the way he drew me closer, his arms wrapping around my midriff, encasing me in a bear hug, holding me so tight I found it hard to breathe. Or maybe that was because I'd reached my peak again, orgasming just from the rigid length pounding into me.

Again, I found myself on my toes, and them curled in pleasure. My nails were somehow dug into the wall, my whole body tense and strained. My insides constricted around the twitching cock, and seconds later white fluid teeming with sperm began blasting against my walls, coating every part with white cream. He shivered as everything unloaded into me, and it almost felt like he had me in a Heimlich maneuver as he jerked against me.

Thick splatters resounded in the room, the cum so voluminous that the softness of the carpet could not absorb the sound of the splash as his seed escaped me. Our heavy breathing serving as the backdrop to that sound. I sighed against the wall as I was overwhelmed with heat. Heat from the semen within me, heat from my sore butt, heat from my orgasm.

And heat from the friction between us.

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A/N: I apologize for the sparse updates - I'm currently in the middle of my exam period, so I don't really have the time to write. Hopefully when they're over I can go back to updating more frequently.