"Wake up, my queen."

My eyes fluttered open to glowing green eyes. I jumped with a startle.

"Where am I?" The man got closer.

"You are where you were born to be."

I shuttered at his words. "And where is that? And who are you?"

The man chuckled. "You are here at my castle." He took a bow.

"My name is Crollie Armada, your king." He raised back up.

I looked down at my body. I was laying on a hard bed. My hands and feet were tied to the post.

"Please, let me go home." The man chuckled once more.

"You are home, my queen." He sat down on the bed to my left and stroked my cheek.

I jerked my face away. "Stop calling me that damn it! I do not belong to you!"

He rolled his eyes. "You will learn not to talk to your king that way."

He leaned over me and wrapped his hands around my throat. I thrashed my head from side to side, trying to losen his grip.

He only held on tighter. "You are MY queen! Not that lousy demons!"

I tried to speak, but only a squeal ecaped my throat. I was starving for air. I clawed at the sheets to try and calm myself down.

My vision started to blur and my heart rate began to slow down. It felt as if someone had lit my lungs ablaze.

He slowly loosened his grip and let go. I gasped and let in dangerous amounts of air, my lungs still burning.

"Are you going to behave now and be a good little queen?" His brows furrowed awaiting my response.

I nodded my head slowly. His expression changed at my reaction.

"Good, now I am going to untie you and if you try to escape that will happen again. Understood?"

I slowly nodded my head again. He began to untie the ropes around my wrists and ankles. When he was finished I slowly sat up and rubbed my bruised neck.

"Come, you need to eat." I stood up and followed Crollie to the dining room, taking in my surroundings as we passed.

He opened a door revealing a large room. We approached the table he pulled out my chair. I sat down and flinched, awaiting to be struck.

"Why do you do that my dear? I mean you no harm." I call bull shit.

He sat down in his chair and clapped his hands. "Seymour! We are ready!"

A man approached us from the shadow of the room. He was tall and well built. He wore a butler suit and golden blonde hair.

"Of course, sir." The man bowed and left the room.
A few silent moments later, he returned with a cart.

"What is on the menu for tonight Seymour?" The man sat a silver plate down on the table and pulled off the lid.

"For tonight, we have a medium rare cubed steak over a bed of garlic mashed potatoes with brown gravy." He sat a plate in front of me.

I waved it away. "I can not eat human food." Crollie chuckled.

"Of course not my dear, how silly of me. Seymour, bring something more suited to her liking."

The butler bowed. "Right away, my king." He left silently.

He returned with a whine glass filled to the brim with sweet, warm blood. He sat it down in front of me and bowed.

"Thank you sir." He looked a bit taken back by my words.

"So, Eva. How are you liking the Armada manor?"

Did he really think I was enjoying myself? I do not need to provoke him, so I shall play along.

I sat down my glass and wiped my mouth delicately. "It is very lovely here. I love the decorations. They're so, homey." I lied right through my teeth.

He smiled and clapped his hands. "Excellent my dear! I knew you would come around to it!"

I lowered my head and gritted my teeth. Where the hell are you Sebastian! Why haven't you come yet, I need you to save me!

I regained myself and finished my blood. Crollie finished his dinner as well. He wiped his mouth and pushed his plate away.

"Seymour! We are finished!" The butler bowed and took our dishes.

"How about you sleep with me tonight, my queen?" I am going to vomit. This man is repulsive.

I simply smiled and faked a blush. "I would like that very much, my king."

A grin grew across his features. "Excelenttttt."

He got up from his chair and walked over to me and pulled mine out. He picked me up bridal style and carried me through the halls. When we arrived at his room, he sat me down on the bed.

"There are some night clothes in my wardrobe for you my queen."

I nodded. "Thank you." He smiled back at me and left for the bathroom, locking the bedroom door before. Damn.

I walked over to the large brown wardrobe and opened it. Inside it held dresses and night gowns. I picked out the most modest one I could find.

It was black silk with thin straps. I pulled off my dress and slipped on the new gown. It came up to my mid thigh. Excellent.

When I was finished, the repulsive bastard walked out of the bathroom. In nothing but black boxer shorts. Sickingly, we matched.

"You can sleep on the right side and I shall take the left." I nodded and slipped into the right side of the bed and pulled the covers over me.

I rolled onto my side, facing away from him. I felt the bed weigh down and an arm snake its way around my waist.

I pulled away at first, but remembered my current circumstances.

"Goodnight my queen. I am so happy I finally found you."

Why is this happening. "Same." Is all I could say.

I felt his arm go limp and immedietly knew he had fallen asleep.

I knew there was no escaping his hold, or this room, so I decided to sleep.

Before I fell to sleep one thing pondered in my mind:

Why has Sebastian not saved me yet? Does he know I am gone or is he even looking.

And just like that, I was alone again.