{Here's the chapter as per the promise. Wrote this in an extreme hurry so please ignore all the mistakes}

SYBIL'S POV

Hunter's penthouse,
11:17 PM.

"Out!" I heard King roar.

He's been mad about something for the last few hours, and all I hear are things crashing and his furious roars echoing through the house.

I preferred not to show up, nor did he check on me since after that night, he beat me with his belt. I'm slowly healing, but I'm aware that it's just a matter of time before new bruises will cover my skin again.

Can't believe I was the girl whimpering and pouting at even paper cuts but now insensitive to the edge that I'm used to the worst kind of violence around me.

There was one last crashing sound, more like someone- he threw something big.

My eyes were on the door knowing it's gonna swing open any second that what exactly happened.

He stormed in, slamming the door behind him, and I instinctively pulled my knees to my chest as I curled up.

He looked like a beast-an angry beast with no one to control him. Those eyes made me gulp down my saliva, a wave of fear washing over me.

His large steps ate up the space in no time and he seized my forearm, his grip so tight it bruised, yanking me to my feet. His fingers dug into my skin, the pressure unbearable.

"He's dead," he growled, slamming me against the wall, causing me to gasp in pain.

He didn't mention who but I took the hint. It's probably his father.

I had braced myself for a beating, but I wasn't prepared for the torture he had in store this time, the worst kind.

He advanced, trapping me against the wall. I pressed myself back, but his hand shot out, seizing my neck.

"You succeeded," he spat, his breath reeking of alcohol.

I held his wrist with both of my hands, not daring to push even though his fingers were slightly choking me.

Tears started to form in my eyes as I found it hard to breathe properly. I hardly breathed. His big palm, which was rubbing my neck roughly, loosened its grip.

I didn't want to push him and piss him further, so I gently removed his hand, and he let me. I breathed in not breaking the eye contact.

He never acted like this before. I could tell he was extremely drunk. He wasn't himself. I tried to move away but immediately paused as his gaze got intense again. Something dark flickered behind his green orbs they darkened.

His rough hand once again reached out to me, grabbed me by my collar this time,, and began to lean to my face.

I tried to keep my distance by pressing my palm on his chest, but he was way too strong than me to even make enough space to breathe.

In an instant, he grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands above my head. I felt so small because all I was able to see was him looming over me.

His face buried into the crock of my neck smelling me sharply. I wiggle only for him to push himself on me. His knee between my legs paused my movements. The other hand rested on my hip, slowly tailing high to slip under my shirt.

"Don't do this." I stuttered.

His cold palm moved roughly on my back and pulled me towards himself. My chest crashed against his hard ones.

"Why pretend when we both know what you do to make money." His sharp teeth grazed my skin.

" Please stop, I didn't do anything to your father. I'm innocent." I pleaded.

For some reason, this got him even mad. He bit my flashes, making me close my eyes tightly shut. " innocent, you say?" His lips trailed up to my jawline, making me turn my head in the other direction.

"When you sell your body every night to some old ass at cheap cost. Sucking d*cks is what you have been doing your entire life." He spoke, making me look at his face, which was now dangerously closer to mine.

"How much do you get for a night? A hundred dollars? Two? more?" His voice husked as he narrowed his eyes down to my trembling figure before meeting my gaze again. "I bet this goddess beauty can even get a thousand for a night." He bit his bottom lip, leaning to mine, but I moved my head away. His nose touched my cheek.

I squirmed not giving up on trying to get free from his iron grip.

"Don't even try." He hissed. "You don't know how good I'm at chasing. I'll follow you to the end of the earth, and then I'll break every single bone on your body. Don't underestimate me; I'm not the savior you witnessed that night. I'm a ripper." He warned.

I looked up at him towering. "Tell me, do you think Alaric could save you from me?" His voice helt bitterness of challenge. "But guess what? Not even your God can save you from me." He added, his tone holding pride.

I knew this was when I was not supposed to speak, and I chose silence.

"Can't blame him, though; I see every reason why he's so desperate about you. Because with this rich face..." He traced his fingertips from my nose to my lips. I closed my eyes. "You'd be my favorite plaything as well. King's personal favorite. Only if you weren't involved with Italians." He gritted at the mention of his enemies, breath was ghosting my face.

"Keeping your eyes closed won't make it any less real. Open them. Now." His voice was firm and commanding.

I obeyed but didn't meet his lustful gaze. " I hate you"

"There... finally a genuine reaction." his eyes grinned as if that's what he wanted me to feel about it. "Tell me something...Do I disgust you?" He asked.

"I feel loath for you." I dared.

"You got guts." He laughed throwing his head back.

"You'll kill me?" I questioned.

His dark laughter died as he looked down at me. "Not what you asked but....already begging?" He smirked. "Trust me, you have only witnessed one of the easiest death I've given to any man to date; let me show you what I do to women."

My breath hitched as he tugged me more towards himself. The more I struggled, the tighter his grip became.

His other hand started to unbutton my shirt. I shook my head. " No." My voice came out above a whisper as he leaned again. His face nearing my neck again giving a seductive nip to my earlobe. "Give in and I swear you'll enjoy it more." He pulled away enough to look at me. His hand trailed down, opening the last button of my shirt, making it apart. "F*cking an enemy is always fun. Especially when she's a wh*re." He smirked only for me to spit on his face.

His face turned to the other side, and his hands released mine. I regretted the very moment as his jaw clenched.

The adrenaline that had fueled me moments ago faded, replaced by a chilling realization

He wiped his face and looked at me. He seemed to come back to his senses as he looked somewhat sober but even more maniac.

"You like it dirty? I'll give you filthy." He growled throwing me onto the bed.

" He-Help..." I began to shout.

"Shout loudly and if anyone- anyone at all comes to rescue... I'll free you." He took off his shirt looking down at me.

I crawled back shaking my head as he came closer.

" I'm sorry." I joined my shaky palms together, pushing my back to the bed's headrest.

He sat on my legs not supporting a bit of his body weight by himself.

He took off his tie and tied my hands with it to the bed headrest behind me. " Please don't do this." I cried.

" I've warned you."

He ripped my pants off, leaving me only in my underclothes. I was never ever that exposed in front of anyone before.

I tried covering by curling my knees to my chest in an attempt to hide my body, but I was hardly able to do so.

He pulled my ankles making me lie down. He hovered over me. His hands tightly held my jaw, and he brought his rough lips to mine.

He started to kiss me but I kept my lips sealed. His fingers dig in my cheeks making me open my mouth with a painful whimper.

I sobbed as he kissed me harshly. He was sucking my lips hard, biting them until they were bleeding.

My cries got muffled in his mouth as he pushed his tongue in my mouth. I was breathless and was trying to break the kiss to suck air, but he deepened the kiss, causing my head to dig into the pillow beneath my head.

He lifted his face after satisfying himself. " I beg you to stop," I begged for the first time only for him to smirk.

I was shivering badly. His cursing or hurting me felt less painful than this.

"Shish...a few more minutes and you'll beg for more." He lowered himself and started kissing my cleavage.

" No." I cried as his hand pulled the strap of my Brasserie down my shoulder, attacking the same Mark on my shoulder. I cried at the sting I felt because of his harsh bite. My ankles rubbed against the mattress beneath me.

His hand was roaming over the edge of my plenty that soon trailed lower, going between my inner thighs, making me close my legs tight, ly, but he parted them only with one swift motion and positioned himself between my legs.

He groaned grinding himself against my thighs.

I stopped trying. I had promised myself not to lose my dignity, but I failed. I felt his hand slip under my back, his fingers unhurriedly searching for the hook of my brassiere as he realized I'd given up.

"King," I called him for the first time. "Kill me once you are done with me."

My body was shaking uncontrollably.
I felt his body weight somewhat lifted.
I slowly opened my eyes to see him looking down at me with his glassy eyes, his gaze intense and unyielding.

I fought to stay awake, but the darkness began to consume me. I drifted into unconsciousness, haunted by the uncertainty of what awaited me- whether I would get killed in my sleep or wake up raped.

• I am someone who did not die when I should have died.

Chapter Published On: 19 January 2025.

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