𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳

                    ╰┈➤ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: forced prostitution, drugging,

                                rape, exploitation of a minor, self-loathing

"𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓."

President Ravinstill took her Belladonna's gloved hand in his, spinning her around. "I simply can't look away." Belladonna giggled. Honestly, she was disgusted with herself. But she wasn't going to disrespect the president or her family name.

"Ethelfleda has outdone herself once again, white is truly your color darling." The president stared at the girl, a sickly smile on his face as he guided her into the dining room, her brother hot on their heels. He dropped her hand as they approached the doors of the dining room, wrapping it around her waist. "Such a fine material." His hand began to wander below her waist, resting on her ass. "So soft as well."

He gave her ass a quick squeeze. Belladonna gagged, whipping her head around to look at her brother. Basil met her gaze and nodded, he cleared his throat, stepping next to the two.

"We are honored to attend dinner with you and your lovely family Mr. President. Our parents send their regards." The President removed his hand, shooting the taller boy a tight lipped smile. "Of course. Let's get started shall we."

The three of them stepped into the hall, Felix, his wife, and a few higher executives Belladonna was quite familiar with. "Our guests for the evening, heirs to the Inferno fortune and our Capitol gems. Basil and Belladonna Inferno!"

Applause rang out through the room, the twins sent the room a tight smile, waving gently before taking their seats.

The food was fine. The drinks were fine, the conversation was... she wouldn't know. She spent the entire evening, smiling, laughing, batting her lashes. That's all they truly wanted from her anyways, they didn't want to hear her opinions, they did not want to truly know who Belladonna Inferno was. They just wanted Belladonna Inferno.

"Here my dear." A server placed a pink drink in front of her, a rose petals swirled in the concoction. "I heard you were a fan of pomegranates. Had our chefs make this especially for you." Belladonna refrained from rolling her eyes. You would think the man would come up with more creative methods rather than sticking to the same one every time. 'Try this new drink I made you.' Please. She wasn't an idiot.

Still she flashed him a smile that would make a king fall to his knees, taking a sip of the drink. "It's delicious Mr. President, how considerate of you." "Only the best for the best my dear."

Donna contemplated her choices. She could finish the drink, knowing exactly the intentions behind the gesture. Or she could not drink it, going home knowing the president will not take kindly to it.

Might as well get it over with. She began taking large sips of the drink, finishing the gift and smiling at the President, batting her lashes at him. He grinned, "I would like to thank you all for coming to dinner—" That was the last clear sentence she heard. She began to feel dizzy, her vision blurred, her hearing became fuzzy, and despite wearing so little clothing, she felt as if she had been set on fire.

Belladonna felt her head bang against the table and she was out.

𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑.

A capricious wraith, dances on the precipice of influence. It weaves through realms of minds and might, an ephemeral tapestry that glimmers with transient brilliance. In its fickleness, it grants ascent to the worthy and then, with a beguiling whisper, slips away to anoint another seeker. Yet, behold its paradox – a force mighty in shaping destinies, yet fragile as a delicate breeze, elusive and unpredictable, reminding mortals of the fleeting nature of dominion in the grand symphony of existence.

Power is a fickle thing. Everyone desires it, whether they're aware of it or not. And those who have it will do anything to maintain it. Blackmail, prostitution, manipulation, murder. Any of it.

And Asmodeus Inferno had done it all.

Belladonna was a timeless beauty. A gem, an angel, a succubus. There was nothing more powerful in this world than a pretty women. And fortunately for Asmodeus, his daughter was the prettiest around.

She could feel the ghosts of his handprints on her body like scars. No one could see them, but she could always know they were there.

He would never know what it's like for shadows to look over his body, suffocating it's innocence. But she hoped that one day, someone took something as important from him as he did from her.

She was disgusting, vile, unworthy of love. But Coriolanus loved her. Loved the version of her he thought he knew. And she needed so desperately to be loved, so desperately it tore her soul apart, that she would do anything to maintain that version. 

She had to do this, for her mom, for her dad, for her brother. For Coriolanus. If he lost the Plinth Prize she was his only way into the university. And she couldn't;t get hum in if her father lost his position.

She let out a choked out sob, clawing at her skin, a desperate attempt to rid any trace of the hands that had once touched her. Her father held her in his arms, consoling her softly. "You have to keep doing it Bella, do this for the family." He muttered, "Do this for daddy."

Asmodeus placed a kiss on her forehead. Her father was the worst man alive, and she was his favorite daughter.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒!

Not proofread. Introducing Belladonna Inferno. The first ever Capitol Darling. (A little bit of insight on why Donna clings to Coriolanus knowing that he isn't that good)