0 comments/ 6456 views/ 12 favorites The Goddess of Romonus By: Zaane "The Romonus are approaching!" A woman's screams echoed through my small village. In the far corners of my mind I knew this day would come. My grandmother, the most powerful witch of The Volusion tribe, had foreseen this event. She saw the horses galloping in the smoke, the crackling of splinters signifying the fire of gunshots. Somehow they knew of my presence. Even though all the village women swore oath to protect my identity. I was no Volusion girl, I'm Acadian. My grandmother found me as an infant, raised me as her own. As I grew older the other women in the tribe began to notice my appearance. All Acadian females are born with black hair. Volusions have a lighter pigment to their hair but the Romonus had the fairest hair of all, almost white. In fear, they hid me from the outside world, from The Romonus. They are the most feared worries of our kingdom. Slave merchants, powerful soldiers that conquered my race and the Volusion tribes. Acadian, my race were killed. Thousands of my people were killed in war due to the fact that we are a peaceful race. The older generation knew nothing of violence or war. They were an easy target. My people stood at the brink of extinction. I never encountered another Acadian in my 20 years of life. I knew I wasn't the last, I could feel their energy. However the Romonus captured the remaining but still searched for the last Acadian female. Only the women are born with our unique powers. Manipulating the weather and plant growth and healing, of course. These abilities are needed by the Romonus due to their ever growing population and their Amazonian size. My heart burst with fear as I leapt up from my sleeping cloth. My head felt dizzy from my lack of balance. I couldn't sense the presence of my grandmother. My arms stretched out in front of my body to feel for the wooden door. The cold May breeze sliced through my body. Chaos erupted all around me. I heard explosions followed by the horrid screams of villagers. The strong scent of gunpowder overwhelmed my senses, the smell of thick smoke making me cough painfully. Load knocks on the ground from galloping horses came directly toward me. I dashed in the opposite direction, avoiding the sting of ice between my naked toes. The galloping increased and so did the shouts of soldiers. I tried to remember my surroundings. Ah yes the lake! I turned a sharp left and felt the steep slope that led to the lake. I slid down the freezing mud, I searched for the ice with my trembling hands. I banged on the ice to see if it could support my weight but I could hear the volume of the approaching soldiers increasing. Without a second thought, I ran across the frozen lake for dear life. The air becoming too heavy to inhale my lungs stung with pain. I could barely feel my face but I continued running over the ice. My limbs ached, my tongue dry and toes numb. I pushed through not willing to surrender my freedom to the Romonus. Don't give up. I thought. My body began to shut down as hypothermia sank in. My run turned into a jog, my jog turned into a slow walk until I sank to my knees. I crawled with bare knees on the slick ice. My knees burned from the cold ice which felt like scorching coals against my skin. I refused to give up. I would rather die than be captured by a Romonus soldier! I slowed catching my breath. Still on my knees I banged against the ice in front of my paled body. I could sense the soldier's coming closer to me. I banged harder against the ice, determined to break it. I banged my numb hands against the ice hearing the faintest sound of cracking. Renewing my efforts to take my own life. Hoping it would shatter and send my body down to the depths of the still lake. Excruciating pain sliced through my brain as a bullet ripped through my flesh. The bullet shot through the flesh of my thigh and made a small hole into the ice. I fell forward gripping my throbbing thigh. I looked down at my thigh only seeing a blurry image of crimson blotches against my pale skin. "Don't kill her!" A man shouted with fear. The energy of strong men surrounded my limp body. I couldn't run, I couldn't break the ice to send myself into the ibis by my own doing. All I could do was sob weakly. "We have strict orders from the General. She needs to be alive." The first soldier commanded. The ice vibrated against my skin as the first soldier climbed off his horse. He walked toward my bleeding body. I could tell from his harsh breathing that he was scared. Like a Deer sniffing through the grass, not knowing what lurked. "Take my hand Acadian." The first soldier said. I pictured him extending his hand. "Are you deaf little girl?" He laughed. I found nothing amusing in his question. The fact that he thought I was deaf and still asking a question allowed me to question his sanity but his assumption of my age because of my small stature was ignorant. I spat in his direction hoping my action would give him a clear answer and to show him how little I thought of his intimidation. "I asked a question." He snapped. Placing his hand on my chin, the soldier tilted my head back. "Open your eyes." Slowly my lids fluttered open. The brightness making my eyes teary. The first soldier looked blurry but the light bouncing off the ice was too much and I pulled my face out of his grip. My head sank to the ice and tears of pain trickled down my cheek. My eyes burned like the skin on my knees. Like fire. "My God, she's blind." The first soldier exclaimed. Shocked by his statement the other soldiers gasped. "Would she be able to perform the ritual?" Another voice asked. "What are we going to do with her?" "Calm down Rick." The first soldier said. "The General will know what to do. For now we just follow the orders." The first soldier picked my body from the ice and flung it over his shoulder. I writhed in his hands, trying to free myself. My cheek pressed against warm flesh, I turned my head and sank my teeth into the soldier. I bit down until I tasted a metallic liquid, blood. The first soldier growled at the pain and threw my body away from him. I landed on the hard ice. Pain spread across my body as I could faintly hear the breaking of bones. Not sure where it came from I curled into a ball of pain. Load screams came from my mouth as the excruciating pain only increased. My senses we're overwhelmed. My body only knew one sensation, pain. I opened my eyes and the glowing white snow was sprinkled with black. The sprinkles of black became smudges until total darkness spread. * I awoke to the faint humming of a soldier. My hands felt numb but not of the cold, it was warm. I felt the warm caresses of the sun's rays against my face. I opened my eyes but all I could see was dark green blotches moving along. I could barely inflate my lungs with air as I feared my broken ribs would puncture the soft flesh. The pain was faded into a dull ache but it hurt nonetheless. My tummy felt hollow and my limbs weak. My toes! I remembered the ice. I wiggled each toe and each finger to see if I haven't lost one of them to frostbite. Oh thank the Gods! They are,all there. My eyelids felt extremely heavy. The darkness of sleep called my name. Who was I to refuse to take the call. I was surely not capable of escaping now. They said their General needed me alive and I doubt one of these men would touch my bloody and mud covered body. Darkness held out her hand and I graciously accepted it falling into a deep sleep. * "Time to come inside." Said the sweet voice of my grandma. I've been playing in the warm water all day long. The pretty rocks tickled the soles of my feat. Mamma always said that all the colours in the world can be found in the lake. Each pebble was unique, you wouldn't find two stones with the same colour, shape or texture. The water soothed my senses. It made me feel calm. I could relate to the waters. Its energy spoke to me. On the shore, the lake burst with energy. The waves were small but held so much power. But as you swam to the middle of the lake, the water was calm. That calm feeling deep inside me was always present. Somehow I knew it was because of my deprived sight. I could truly find peace within myself. But on the outside I felt free and powerful. Just like that lake. * "Wake up slave." I recognised the first soldiers proud voice. I can't find any reason why he should be proud of himself. He destroyed a peaceful village of women, probably killing half of them. He shot an innocent women who only did the sensible thing and defended herself. Oh yeah. He also broke my ribs. "It is time to meet your master." My head snapped up toward him. Master? I am my own master. I am NOT some dog that needs to obey someone else. Anger warmed my body and I slowly stood. My legs felt weak but my will stood strong. Although the first soldier towered over me, his energy was weak, tiny. I tried to move my hands in front of my chest but they felt heavy. Chains! They chained my hands? That seemed a little silly. I couldn't escape now. I didn't know my surroundings well enough and running blind would be suicide. The dream of the lake gave me new hope. I knew I needed to survive. The first soldier grabbed my hair in a fist pulling me in front of him. I cried out in pain as the slightest movement made my thigh pulse and throb with pain. I could not limp because my ribs would only crash into my lung. The lightest movement proved too much and I cried out again, and again. I hissed at the first soldier. He laughed. We paused for a brief moment until the first soldier slid his hand to my lower back. At first I was disgusted but then shocked when he pushed me through double doors. I crashed into the room on my knees. The scabed flesh bursting open from the sudden impact. My lungs strained for air. It smelled of cherries, dark oak and expensive cigar. The smell is repulsive. My senses are only used to the smell of clear mountain air. Something else distracted me. I sensed someone else in the room. I flaired out my own energy in search of another. The energy was immensely strong, almost overpowering. But tense. "Ah you found her!" The new voice was male. The source of the powerful energy. His tone seemed excited and surprised "Yes sir." The first soldier said. His voice dripping with respect but not just any respect, respect out of fear. This man must be the General. "I can tell by your wound that she was difficult." The General said concerned. "Yes sir." He laughed. " She bit me." "She's a wild little thing, isn't she?" The General seemed surprised. I couldn't help but feel a great deal of anger washing over me. Referencing a human as a 'thing'. "Please clean yourself off Jackson and you may take the day off." "With all due respect sir, I would much rather help with preparing the Bonding Ceremony." Jackson said confidently. "And there is one more detail I need to mention." Sounding just a little nervous. "Please continue." The General insisted. I could tell the General was fond of Jackson. He didn't seem angry that he disobeyed orders. "The girl, she is blind." Both men became quiet. I guess Jackson waited for the information to sink onto the General. I don't see the problem. Although I am blind I am not incapable of fending for myself, something the first soldier should remember when the wound on his neck itches. Thus far my 'problem' seems to have soften their harsh treatment but somehow I found that offending. I'm not weak although I am injured. They will see how incapable I am once I am healed. "I will ask Ronda to heal her. What else is wrong with her?" The General asked calmed. His breathing increased. He was angry but his voice was smooth. Not showing weakness of any kind but just soothing. "Brett shot her sir. She tried to kill herself by breaking the ice." He said quickly. "But I take full responsibility." "No that is not necessary. She is still alive." The General breathed. I could feel his energy shift, he was walking toward me. The hardwood floor squeaked under his heavy strides. His movements seemed calculated and confident. "Tell me slave, what is your name?" He asked. His voice smooth like milk. I did not answer. Why should I? "What is your name?!" He demanded. Receiving no reply the General's weight shifted on the floorboards. His massive foot came down on my injured thigh. The leather boots digging into my raw flesh. My scream echoed through the room. I could feel the General's energy glow with power. He enjoyed it. It made him feel powerful. "Last chance, what is your name? " he growled sending fear covered chills up my spine. His weight pressed hard against my wound. The was pain dizzying. "Katia!" I screamed at the top of my lungs to make sure he heard me, that he wouldn't ask again. "What a beautiful name Katia." He breathed. "Come, we need to get you healed." I imagined he extended his hand but no. He grabbed my neck and pulled me to my feat. I see they enjoy escorting me by my neck. I giggled at the thought that they felt the need to keep me at arm's length. I struggled ,but yes, I stood. I gasped at the pain in my leg and chest. The General lead me out the door. Each groan of pain only seemed to irritate him further. Naturally I groaned louder. Doors swung open and a cloud of steam welcomed us. My feet went from cold hardwood to warm tiles. In the distance I could hear a group of people talking and just the faint sound of trickling water. When was the last time I bathed? Guiding me by the neck the General edges me in the middle of the room. He took both my wrists clamped together and extended them above my head.I let out a weak groan of pain as I felt my broken bones scrape against my skin. The General paused for a brief moment, contemplating his next move. I heard the tearing of Velcro and then he fiddled with the hem of my night dress. "No please stop." I pleaded meekly. "Ah she speaks!" He exclaimed. The tearing of cloth echoed around the room capturing the attention of the other groups of people. My heart pounded against my chest and the rhythm pounded against my eardrums. Panic set in. I writhed in hopes to loosen my chains but to no avail. The tatters of clothing fell to the floor and gasps spread amongst the people. Even the General gasped in shock for reasons I didn't know. "What have you done to her?" He General asked. He traced along the area of pain along my chest. My breath hitched in my throat. Tears pooled in my eyes but I refused to let them roll down my cheeks. "What have you done to her?!" The General asked infuriated. Jackson murmured something under his breath that I couldn't make out. The General's harsh tone made me cringe.I wanted to cover my exposed body but I couldn't. "Get the fuck out!" The General demanded. Soon after footsteps followed. "Call Ronda." To my guess Ronda was a healer, an Acadian. She pushed through the door. Her energy was electrifying. It didn't glow but it radiated with power. The room fell silent again with her entrance. "General, what can I do for you today?" Her voice sweet, almost angelic. "Her thigh needs healing and I guess she has a few broken ribs." "You guess?" Ronda giggled "Emeric her entire chest is black and blue with bruises." Emeric? "She is blind, can you do anything about that?" The General asked. His voice full of hope and uncertainty. "Yes but it will take some time to heal and I'm guessing you want to complete the ceremony as soon as possible?" She paused. "The best thing is to wait until the ceremony is completed, you know what toll it can have on one's body." Ronda exclaimed. Her was voice steady. She knew what she was doing and the General allowed her to do so. "Why doesn't she heal herself? " Emeric asked. I don't know why he didn't just ask me? I mean I'm standing or hanging right here. "The powers only come to life once the Arcadian is bonded to the Romonus. The Bonding Ceremony will tap into her energy and release it. You will then become one in body and soul." Ronda said. "Is that what happened when you boned with my brother? " "Yes." She sighed. "Soon you will know the feeling, it just about knocked the wind out of both of us." She giggled. The tone of fondness became present in her voice when talking about her master. "Have no fear my little kitten." The General said. His hand slowly ran up my side. I shifted away from his hot touch. I was surprised by his act of affection. Ronda's presence grew stronger, I could feel her in front of me. I have never been healed by an Acadian before. I wonder if she can feel my energy, my power and my spirit. I can certainly feel hers. She has a kind and calm spirit even though she is treated like a slave. She has the respect of the General and she possesses much more for him. I can tell he is fond of Ronda because he allows her to use his first name. "Sweetheart." She spoke affectionately. "You need to relax. It might hurt but just a little, I promise. " She placed both palms against my chest. Cringing from the pain I tried to relax my tensed body. Her core exploded, washing her energy over my entire body. My eyes were closed shut. I could feel my broken bones mend, the clotted blood flowed once more. I inhaled harshly allowing fresh oxygen to enter my lungs with ease. My heart glowed with gratitude. "Please." I gasped as the bones crack once again. The pain was unbearable. The flesh in my injured thigh grew closed but a burning sensation resonated from my once gaping wound. I writhed in panic. My brain felt numb from the harsh feeling. I couldn't bare it. I couldn't take it. My fists clenched and my toes curled on the damp tile floor. "Shhh" Ronda tried to soothe me. Her affection seemed motherly. Memories of Mamma comforting me after I fell came rushing back. She always seemed to follow her curious little toddler around the village. She always tried her best to protect me, shield the blind little girl from the dangerous world. Now I face this world on my own. Alone. * "You're so beautiful." Murmured a deep voice. Immediately I woke up from a deep sleep. I must have passed out! Where am I? Metal digs into my wrists as I pulled at my chains. My hands were pushed above my head , although my legs were free from cuffs I was unable to move. I felt warm fingers tracing up my sides making me very aware of my nakedness. Pulling harder against my bonds I screamed for help. My throat felt raw. "Don't touch me!" I screamed. I jerked my body wildly against the soft fabric that I laid on. "I can touch you however I want." That laugh, that tight, powerful ball of energy. It was the General. "Slave." He added. His voice proud and triumphant. The General's body was uncomfortably close to mine. His scent invaded my thoughts. He smelled sweet like cherries and mint but the scent of a man was certainly emphasized. "I am no man's slave." I spat. "I do NOT belong to you!" "Not yet but soon my little kitten." The General's breath was warm as he whispered in my ear. His hand still ran up and down my side, from my thigh all the way up to just past my collarbone. My skin broke out in tiny goose bumps. Never has a man touched my body so intimately. Eyes fluttering open, they we're exposed to the light. The room was dim from closed curtains. Although he was a blur of white blond I could've guessed how the General looked. From the stories Mamma shared. All Romonus soldiers have a fair complexion, glowing blond hair and brown eyes filled with hate and anger. They have large bodies, tall and sculptured like a statue. The stories of how they concurred the whole kingdom through violence, killing all who stood in their way. They took the Volusion women as slaves or killed them on sight if they did not cooperate. The Volusion men were all slaughtered in battle. The Goddess of Romonus Ch. 02 'Slave' One that has their mind, body and soul taken from them without permission. 'Submissive' One that gives over their rights, desires and themselves, willingly, to another. As a gift. The thick red line between these two words have blurred. I have confused them and I do not know on which side I stand. I'm not allowed to place one foot on each term. Although my body craves the one, my mind still stands firmly on the other. Could I ever decide to take a leap of faith and cross that thick crimson line? The General has made it clear that he will be taking my gift weather I like it or not. But if I give it to him, willingly, I will hold all the power. He will never have any power over me. * Ever since I arrived at the General's mansion, everyone has spoken about this Bonding Ceremony. So many things have happened and so many things still need to take place. "What is the point of dressing up like this?" I asked Lilith who was placing the last bit of powder on my cheeks. "This is a very auspicious occasion Mistress." She said with a bit of excitement in her voice. "You are the last Acadian, thus it will be the last Bonding Ceremony. It is said that you will bring great victory to the Master." "I don't see the importance in the matter. I haven't peaked yet. I don't think I ever will." I breathed. Memories of the little stories Mamma told me as we sat around the village fire came rushing back. Sometimes it can take 40 years for an Acadian to peak and gain her energy. "That is why the Ceremony is so important. All the Acadian women will gather and tap into your energy and in turn, they will release it. Mistress." She added politely. "Than why call it a Bonding Ceremony, why not call it a Power Unlocking or something like that?" I giggled at my strange thoughts on the matter. "Mistress may I speak freely?" Lilith asked. "You have been very kind to me Lilith. And in return, I want you to see me as a friend and I too want to see a friend in you." "I want to see you smile more often Mistress." Something about her made me feel at ease. Her spirit seems content, although she has no say over her life. "Oh Lilith." I sighed. "How can I smile when my life doesn't belong to me anymore?" "Mistress. The Master is not as cruel as the rest." She said. "I have seen far worst treatment on the other slave girls." Her tone seemed to sadden. "The Master has a heart. Although it might not seem that way. He saved me." "From what did he save you?" I asked curiously. "I was a young girl when my mother fell ill. I had no home, no family and soon after my mother's death, I was enslaved. I was sold to a bitter man who found an unusual hobby of whipping his new toy." I could feel the emotion building up in her. Her voice became heavy with sorrow as she recalled. "One day we visited the General and that is when he saw the lashes on my body. The General payed the King buckets of gold for my deed. " "So the King was your previous Master?" I asked as I could feel my own heart burst with sympathy. "No." She said firmly. "The General erased my past. I only belong to him. I owe him my life Mistress." She exclaimed. The room fell silent. I reached out and touched her. That one gesture held a million words. "We need to leave for the Ceremony. " She said jumping from the bed. A loud sigh escaped my lips. I slid of the high bed and stood on the cold hardwood floor with my freshly scrubbed feet and painted toes. I can't remember the last time I felt so clean. Lilith opened the big double doors and immediately I could sense the First Soldier and other soldiers too. I cringed at the memory of our last encounter. "Mistress." He said politely greeting me. "What happened to 'slave'?" I asked confused at his gentleman like behavior towards me. "You are still a slave." He scoffed. He seemed irritated at my question. I knew the General must have scared him a little. "How is your neck?" I asked rhetorically. I could feel the anger bubbling up inside him. We both knew I could defend myself. "Why exactly do we need so many soldiers?" I asked irritated as we walked down the hall. "Safety reasons." I counted the number of footsteps I took down the stairs, how many turns I took. I mapped out the mansion in my mind, taking note of all it's characteristics. Hopefully I will be healed soon and I won't be needing it. I wonder what it will be like to see for the first time? It's not like I see pitch black when I open my eyes. I just see blurry images, I can see colours but I cannot see the shape or the tiny details that everyone else can. How amazingly frightening it will be to be reborn and experience the world all over again? We finally made it to the outside world. The sun touched my skin for the first time in days. I breathed a sigh of relief. Everything felt so different. People moved all around me. Mumbled conversations, loud stomps of horses. The smell of freshly baked bread filled my senses and freshly picked flowers too. Something was missing. Something lacked in the air. At that moment the General's sweet scent crossed my mind. That raspberry and mint swirl and even that expensive cigar smell made me tingle. Lilith and I sat quietly in the leather seats of the couch that was on its way to the ceremony. Lilith grabbed my hand as we came closer. I could hear the whispers of many people. Fear finally sank in my tummy when trumpets went off. I could have guessed that there were many people around me. Lilith still held my hand in a tight grip. I don't know if it was to lead me through the crowd or if it was out of fear? That fear that I sensed around her only made me more nervous about what was to come. She walked beside me, the First Soldier in front of me and the rest of the soldiers were all around us. Moments passed until we entered a small room. Many people were there but The General's presence was very noticeable. "Ah yes Katia!" The General exclaimed from across the room. Lilith guided me towards him. "Thank you, that will be all." I would have begged Lilith to stay. I needed the support. I know perfectly well that my guard crumbles when I'm around Emeric. "So this is your new slave?" Obnoxious. That is what first came to mind when I heard his voice. "Yes my Lord, she is my Acadian." Emeric said placing his hand on my naked lower back. I cringed slightly when his hot hand touched my skin. My Lord? Oh this must be Lilith's old master. The prick who likes to whip women. I immediately despised him. Just the tone of his voice made me want to spit on his feet. "Yes, the last of her breed. " The king said. "What a shame." He placed his hand on my cheek and I cringed away from his touch. Emeric gripped my hip in warning. "She is a feisty little thing isn't she? You must find it very enjoyable to discipline her?" The king asked. Emeric loosened his grip when the king took his hand away. Good thing he did because I would've hurt him by now. Why should I play this stupid game of 'respect your master' when I'm already a slave? An important slave if I might add. Why would these people spare me if I would serve no purpose to them? "Of course. But I see that the training has not been helpful." He said. His hand travelled down to my previously spanked ass. I blushed at the recollection. "That is why I prefer to punish instead of disciplining my slaves." The king laughed. I could feel nausea build up inside me. "Well you have never trained an Acadian before. I need her to be healthy and strong. I can't have her weak and broken like your slaves." The General said. I almost giggled at his witty remark. The debate between the General and the King stopped when trumpets sounded again. Emeric placed his hand on my lower back and led me to another door. We were alone for the first time in a while. "Don't try anything." He said. His tone was a little harsher than what it was when he spoke to that man. "Like what?" I asked. "I'm serious Katia. Don't fucking try anything or I'll punish you in front of everyone. " "I thought you don't punish, you only discipline. " "I can do both." He breathed. He tightened his grip on my hip. An odd shiver ran across my skin at the thought of being spanked by the General. "So what's going to happen?" I asked, changing the topic. "We are going to become one." He said. I could tell he was excited. "What if I don't want to become one with a man like you?" I asked curiously. Honestly, I like to press his buttons to see what kind of reaction I might get. Will I get Angry Emeric or will I get Amused Emeric? "You don't have much choice here. How about this? If you behave like a good little girl, I will ask Ronda to heal your eyes." "And if I'm a bad little girl?" I asked in my smallest voice. "Than I'll give you to my brother." He said. Well I didn't know he had a brother. Well of course I don't. I barely know the General, how could I know he has a brother? "But why is that a threat?" "He is the most cruel slave owner in our history. I bet he will like a little wild kitten like you." He laughed. That is when it all my sense. "Your brother is the King?" I asked shocked. How could they be related? From what Lilith has told me, the General has a heart and the King had none. "I see you and Lilith have become close." He laughed even loader this time. That nauseated feeling came back immediately with the memories of Lilith's story. "Don't worry." "Why should I worry?" I asked confused. "I would rather hear you scream in pleasure, than in pain." He whispered stepping closer to my side. His closeness made me feel uncomfortable. The General turned and pulled my body closer to his. My pulse raced and my heart leapt into my throat. "I can barely wait another moment. You don't understand what you do to me." "Let go." I said firmly and pushed his body away. The General stepped back and a small chuckle escaped his lips. I like Amused Emeric. I felt flustered. Suddenly the room felt just a little too small for the both of us. The trumpets sounded again and the doors flung open. The crowd roared with applause and my nerves kicked in. I didn't know what to expect at the Ceremony but I decided to play along. Being blind would my make my escape much harder. So if the General wanted me to be a 'good little girl' than that is what I would be, but not for long anyway. The day felt warm with the sun feeling hotter than usual. The breeze pushed my silk dress closer to my body in light touches. Almost like kisses. Almost like the kisses Emeric gave me just this morning. I walked closer to the crowd. This time I was lead by the General. We came to a stop and he gave a short breath. "Give me your wrists. " He demanded. "Why, is it needed to tie me up? I won't go anywhere. " I said. "Let's say I like you tied up." He whispered. I held both my wrists in front of me but he didn't tie them together. He took my left wrist and cuffed it to a cold metal pole and did the same with the other. "Now spread your legs for me." I did what I was told. I couldn't possibly say no at that point. 'Just until I'm healed' that mantra kept going though my mind over and over again. I just needed to play along to his demands for the time being. He cuffed both my legs to the same poles that held my wrists. At that point I was spread eagle in front of a crowd of people, including the General. The trumpets sounded again but this time in a different melody. The crowd than hushed. "Lord Mandrik, delegates and esteemed guests, welcome to the 18th Bonding Ceremony. " A man's voice blasted over the intercoms. "Today marks the end of our hunt for the last Acadian. Many days and many nights have passed. Much blood was spilt in the river of death for our victory. Many brave soldiers have been lost but not in vain. It is said that the last and youngest Acadian will bring glory to our nation!" With that statement the crowd erupted with cheers. I could feel anger bubbling inside of me. How could they think that the deaths of thousands of people would be okay? "The Romonus will rule the land, the oceans and the heavens. With Commanding General Emeric on the forefront of our battle, leading our brave soldiers to victory!" With that the cheers increased considerably. I could feel Emeric glow from pride. "Let the Bonding Ceremony commence!" The whole world seemed to quieten down. I could feel the presence of Ronda and other Acadians. They started to hum, their voices became one. It was kind of funny. I mean it was the weirdest situation that I was ever put in and nothing was happening. Deep down I thought maybe during the ceremony the Gods might come down and hand me a certificate saying that I got my powers. I just thought that maybe it would be a big deal since everyone acted like it was. The Acadians hums stopped and were replaced with chants. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. The chants became louder and louder and faster too. Than suddenly my skin started to tingle. It felt weird at first but then it started itching. Panic started to wash over me. Was this supposed to feel this way? Burning! It felt like someone poured oil all over my body and set me on fire. I cried out in pain and soon those cries became screams of anguish. The people in the crowd started to mutter and mumble amongst each other and so did the delegates behind me. For the first time since I stepped out I opened my eyes. I looked down at my body. I swear I thought I was glowing! Tears pooled in my eyes and slowly they slid down my cheeks leaving a burning sensation in their path. The tears burned my skin and it felt horrible. "Please! " I screamed for mercy. "Please stop. It hurts!" Emric rushed to my side and tried to uncuff my hands but as soon as he touched my skin he groaned in pain. "It's too hot, what the hell is going on? This isn't supposed to happen. " He said. I could feel something building inside me. Somewhere deep, somewhere untouched. It kept building and growing until it felt like I was about to explode. I couldn't breathe because it was too much. Tears ran down my cheeks, one after the other but it burned. Like scorching lava flowing down the volcano. Numbness crept throughout my body. As if all my blood pooled at the center of my being. It fed the growing ball inside me. It kept building and growing until it burst! I let out a sigh of relief but the numbness spread all over. My eyes felt heavy and my body too. My legs gave up and the only thing holding my body upright was my chains. Darkness slowly rolled over and I was gone. * "But how..." I slowly awoke. My body felt weak but my arms hurt. I tried to wiggle them a bit but I couldn't. "I don't know, something went wrong." The voice of Ronda was shaky from fear or nervousness. I couldn't quite tell. I couldn't tell where I was. I couldn't remember what happened. All I could remember was Emeric and Lord Mandrik and Lilith, but nothing else. I was still chained but this time I was on my knees. "How could something go wrong?" An older man said. "I have witnessed every Bonding Ceremony since the very first Acadian was found." "Maybe she isn't Acadian!" A man shouted which caused more banter between the people in the room. I couldn't sense Emeric. "Where is he?" I asked. My throat was raspy and hurt like hell. The room quieted. "She is awake!" Lord Mandrik exclaimed. Soon after the room buzzed with what seemed like a thousand voices. "Calm down gentlemen. I will ask the questions." He said. "What happened out there?" "First you tell me where is the General. " I growled. "He will be here shortly. He first needs to attend to the injured and himself. You know, you could've killed him and a few other people too?" He asked infuriated. My heart sank. "Sweetheart don't pay attention to him." Ronda said placing her hand on my shoulder. "Emeric will be fine. Now tell me what happened. " "I don't know, I can't remember. I just remember pain and volcanoes. " I said honestly. "I can tell you what happened. You almost killed me." The General's angry voice burst through the room. His hard boots stomped through the room as he walked towards me. "I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to. I don't know..." I stammered. "Save the apologies and tell me what you are. You are surely not Acadian. That shit that happened out there, I have never seen that before. What the hell are you?" "I don't know?!" I whimpered. I just didn't know what I was. I have grown up believing I'm Acadian and now I'm not even that. "RONDA, surely you know what she is?" he asked with a little hope in his voice. "I do not. " she breathed. "You should be the one apologizing to her. Did you see what happened? She almost died too because of your eagerness to bond with her. You could have waited until we noticed something? " Her voice was calm and with no trace of fear. "Noticed what?" He asked. "Noticed that she fucking glowed like a hot coal or that she was so warm that she burned off her clothes and my skin?" The General was furious. Oh my God, was that really what happened? Fear and confusion mixed in my thoughts. How could something like that happen to me? I need to escape. I need to be free. A plan started to formulate in my mind. "Heal me and I will tell you!" I shouted against the arguing people in the room. The voices fell silent. "So you do know what you are." Ronda said. Emeric pushed my chin up with his fingers. "How can I believe you? " "Do you have a choice Emeric?" Ronda said. "I will heal her." "Don't dare be dishonest Katia or this will be the first and the last day you will see." His voice was filled with anger and he didn't just make a threat, he made a promise. I had no choice. I would expect the consequences but I highly doubt that they would kill me once they found out I didn't tell the truth. "Be calm. It won't hurt but it might sting. " Ronda said sweetly. Her sense of serenity and calmness washed over me. I tightly closed my eyes. All my hard work and tolerance would be worth it. I would be free soon! I counted 'one, two, three...' I breathed deeply as I felt the stinging sensation pulse in my eyes. I counted slowly and breathed in between each count. "Open your eyes darling. " Ronda urged. Was it really that simple? Compared to the Bonding Ceremony, this felt like a prick of a needle. I didn't feel nervous, I felt scared. My whole life would change. "Damn Katia, open your eyes!" The General griped my chin in his fingers and pushed my face upward. Is voice frightened me. I pushed open my eyelids and was welcomed by a blurry image. The blurry faded like wild water that finally settles. I could see him! I could see the General. The cruel man that holds me captured in his mansion, the one who stole me from my home and who know keeps me in his cage like a bird. He was beautiful. The first image I saw in all my 20 years of existence and what I sight it was. Beautiful glowing, golden hair that fell over his ears. Thick eyebrows made his brown eyes seem angry and chaos glowed behind them. His lips were pressed in a hard line but it just made me want to touch them. "What do you see?" Ronda asked. "I see him." I whispered. I wanted to reach out and touch his cheek and run my fingertips along his chiseled jaw. His eyes searched into mine and his face turned from calm into shocked. "Blue. " He breathed. "What?" Ronda asked. She pushed Emeric out of her way and stood in front of my chained body. The people in the room stood around and watched in shock at Ronda's behavior. She searched deeply in my eyes for something I didn't know. Her eyes filled with tears and fear. The Goddess of Romonus Ch. 02 "She has blue eyes? " She asked. Confusion ran through my thoughts. "She can't have blue eyes, this isn't possible." "What are you babbling about Ronda?" The General asked. "The prophecy." She said. "She isn't an Acadian. She is a Goddess. " Ronda sighed and a small smile came across her face. The kind of smile she didn't want anyone to see. "What does this mean?" Emeric asked. "General, you have found the most powerful being on this earth!" She exclaimed. The people in the room burst out with questions. I felt overwhelmed and a little amused. It all sounded pretty funny to me. A goddess? Come on. "What is she? " asked the King in rage. He came down to where we stood. I couldn't comprehend what was happening around me. I felt weak with confusion. I slumped against my chains. "She is mine." The General said. I snapped my head up and stared at him. Emeric uncuffed my chains and pulled me toward him. I leaned my weak body against his in hopes that he would take me off my feet. My head rested on his muscular chest and I inhaled his spicy and sweet scent. Emeric pulled me from my feat and held my body tightly against his. He walked out the double doors with me in his arms and for the first time I was glad I belonged to him. * I awoke again without the knowledge of what happened previously. My brain felt swelled with thoughts and questions. Everything seemed so confusing. A couple of days ago I was a simple girl from a small village, outside the kingdom. Now I live in a mansion and I'm some kind of mutant or fairy. Oh wait, I don't live here, I'm held captive here. "Good morning. " I heard his thick voice. The General. "There is nothing good about this morning. " I said. I rolled over and came face to face with him. I still couldn't get enough of his face. How could his eyes look sweet and kind but anger still lurked behind the brown surface? "I see you're not a morning person. Speaking of seeing, how does it feel? " "I can't really explain it. It hasn't sunk in yet." I said honestly. I couldn't help but feel distracted by his bulging muscles under the sheets. "Wait, are you naked?" "Yes, but I'm not alone. I thought it would be best to keep you cooled." He said. I could see fear behind his eyes and I could feel it too. "What happened? " I asked. "You had me scared for a moment. Mandrik says you looked like the devil himself but I think you looked like a star. Bright and glowing. " The General said with a reassuring smile to calm me. "I have never seen I star before. I have only heard stories. Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked confused. Our last conversation we had, he threatened to kill me. "When I found out you were not an Acadian, I was angry. But you're better than any other Acadian, you are a Goddess. You are my Goddess. " Emeric said. "I don't belong to you." I said. I stood up with the silk sheet draped around me and walked to the door. I felt weak, like I could've fallen on the dark wood floor, but I walked anyway. "How many times are we going to go over this. Although you are a Goddess, you are MY slave. You are my property and I have the deed to prove it." I turned around to face him but I wish I hadn't. He was butt naked like a newborn baby, but he didn't look like a baby at all. Flustered or enraged, I couldn't quite decide what emotion I was feeling. Emeric pushed off the bed and walked towards me. Prey and predator. There could only be one in this room and I refused to be the weak one. I briefly looked at him and then I pounced. The door was locked and the key wasn't there. I rushed to the other side of the room. He walked slowly towards me. I fled in the opposite direction and he followed suit. "This is ridiculous Katia. Come here..I won't bite. " "But I will. " I said firmly. I rushed to the bathroom and tried shutting the door but he pushed his large foot in front of it. I groaned in exasperation and tried to shut the door anyway. It was no use. The General pushed the door open and yanked me by the hair. He pulled my sheet-covered body closer to his. "I like our little games Katia. " He said. "This is no game General. This is a war. And you know what they say, there is only one survivor in a war." I spat. I could feel the bubbling of anger grow inside him but this time, I felt it more intensely. Every emotion that radiated from Emeric, I could feel every pulse. "Oh it's war, but you're not a contender." He said. I pushed at his hard chest so that he could free me from his grip but he was too strong. We were both out of breath. "You are my prize." I looked up at the General and as I did I could feel something in him explode. I couldn't tell what emotions he had but that emotion sure knocked the wind out of me. "Your eyes are magnificent Katia. Like the bluest of seas. They were once grey with no life, but now they glow with blue glitter and white fire. They all say I should extinguish that fire but it makes me crave you." He said placing his hand on my cheek. I could feel that familiar glowing resignate in my tummy. "Every part of me craves you." Emeric closed the gap between us and planted a small kiss on my lips. That one small kiss added fuel to the glowing torch inside me. He shifted swiftly and pushed my body against the bathroom door. How come I wanted to run but I felt so safe in his grip? "Leave me." I whispered. I wanted to sound firm and sure, but what came from my mouth was meek. "I don't believe you. I know you want it. I can feel it." Emeric said. This man towered over me in a wall of muscle, anger and beauty. He grabbed the red silk sheet in a fist and yanked it off my frame. "Emeric please." I whispered. Again, I didn't know what I was pleading for? He pressed his body against mine, clearly making the decision for me. I allowed his hand to travel from my cheek down the side of my body. I shivered at his warm touch. I could feel that familiar building inside me. The General leaned in once again and pressed his lips against mine. Our lips danced together in a sultry rhythm. He grabbed my cheeks in one fist and pushed his tongue between my lips. I didn't quite know what to do but soon I just followed his leed. Throughout the romantic kiss, he always showed his dominance. That fact irrated me and I wanted to show him he wouldn't be in charge. I turned him around and pushed him against the door. He looked pretty surprised. The General wouldn't stand down. His hand shifted down my back and cupped my ass in both hands. He lifted my small frame and I curved my legs around his waist. Fireworks crackled in my ears as I heard him groan. He turned and pushed me against the wall. Hard. "Ugh." I groaned. I pulled at his hair, not for him to stop, but in desperation for him to go harder. His body fit mine like a puzzle. He leaned back so that I was away from the wall for a brief moment, just to push me against the wall again. The loud thud was accompanied with a low growl from Emeric. Pulling my body away from the wall, the General carried me to the bed. He placed his hard hands on my hips and pushed me away. I fell on the bed. "I like to see you like this. You, on my bed, naked." Emeric growled. "It's enough. This is too much for me. I don't know..." "It's no mystery that you're a virgin. And you won't be leaving now." I saw the look in his eyes. Wild passion filled them and I sure as hell could feel it. Panic filled my mind. I lunged towards the door but he proved too fast. In moments I was back on the bed and under him. I knew I couldn't search for his energy because it proved too strong. I could feel his passion and anger press against me and hold on to my body, tight. "You want to know how I know you want me? You're wet, practically dripping. " Emeric laughed. "And the best part is that I haven't even touched your virgin pussy." I knew this was a power move on his part. He liked the way he took me by force but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I stared deep into his brown eyes and mustered the most innocent gaze. "Fuck me. Master." His dick twitched on my thigh and his heart thudded against my chest. He growled animalistically and pressed my hands above my head. I pressed my lips in a hard line and stared coldly in his eyes. I wanted him to know I felt no emotional connection with him. He thrust hard. My walls felt like tearing and so did my heart. I pushed the pain far in my mind but tears formed in my eyes. The General kept searching in the depths of my blue eyes for something I didn't know. Maybe my submission or praise? I gave him hate and disgust. Emeric pulled out slowly until only a piece was left. In one swift motion he pushed back in and with all my might I tried to not make a sound, but I moaned. I struggled against his grip to let me go. In the midst of his passion and my pain something was still building. That feeling i got at the Bonding Ceremony. His lust washed over me like a dangerous wave until I couldn't tell which emotion was mine. The General continued with his slow movement in and out of me. The friction sparked a fire in me that fed the growing passion in me. My walls started to crumble around me. I moaned softly and my walls clenched around his girth. Something inside me pulled at the General in a lustful desperation. I pulled my hands from his grip and clawed at his muscled back. The General increased thrusts, practically hurrying my body into the bed. Just like the Bonding Ceremony, I felt my skin burn again. But it didn't hurt, it felt good. I screamed out in the crease of the General's neck. The burning sensation fed the ball of lust that grew ever since he touched me. My nails dug into him, but it only made him increase his speed. By then I couldn't tell when he pulled out or hit bottom. All the sensations melted together and I knew that I wanted him. I needed him. "Please, Master." I pleaded once again for him to allow me release. My breath caught in my throat. "Do you want to come my little slave?" He groaned. I should've felt anger but all I felt was his power. My skin burned and glowed with lust. "Oh God yes, please!" "I like it when you beg. " "Fuck you!" Emeric's gaze made me want to cry out in mercy but I knew that would make him the winner. He wanted me to give myself to him, to his ego, but I couldn't. "I say when you can come. You and I both know that you're only searching for that one word. You just need to hear it." He said through gritted teeth. "Fucking ask me." I knew if I gave him what he wanted all would be lost. All my struggling would be in vain. Everything I stood for would vanish. But I needed it, I craved it, with every fibre of my being. Tears formed in my eyes but moans escaped my lips. "Emeric, may I come?" Those words held all my strength. I felt weak. "Yes Katia. Come for me." Something ripped through my soul at his words. My stomach clenched and my toes curled. My entire body tightened as the ball inside my heart exploded. I cried out. Emeric's rage filled passion hit me like a ton of bricks. Our feelings collided against each other in a fight of dominance. Mine struggled against his and a huge explosion erupted between us. His scorching seed coated my walls that clinged to him. A mixture of moans, groans and cries echoed throughout the room and maybe through the whole mansion? Emeric searched, once again, in my blue eyes. He searched and found what he wanted. The corners of his mouth tweaked upward in a small smile of triumph. Our breathing was erratic and I could still feel how my body twitched around him. Like the waves of aftershock that followed a great earthquake. We both laid there as if we didn't want to part. I didn't want to part from him but I knew I had to. I gave myself to the General in defeat. He might have won the battle, but the war is far from over. The Goddess of Romonus Acadian's were shone mercy because of our valuable gifts. I always asked Mamma why my people never fought for their freedom. She always said that my people are peaceful, always shying away from violence. Both believing in harmony and love. With their beliefs, they allowed themselves to become slaves of these people. You could call it a hierarchy. Romonus being the most respected, Acadains are treated like slaves that serve the Romonus and Volusions being placed last. "Are you feeling better Katia?" The General asked. Still too close for comfort. "Why do you care?" I asked confused. "I am nothing but an object to you." "I need to make sure all my possessions are in good condition." He chuckled. "You may see me as an object but I will never belong to you. I notice that you are under some illusion that you own me." I spat feeling very insulted by his way of thinking. "Let me explain something to you." The General said. "Your lovely body is tied to my bed. You were bathed by my servants. I will decide when you will eat, sleep, drink water. I will decide if you are allowed to take your next breath or when you can die." "Yes you might think so but I will decide when I want to take a bite of the bread you lay in front of me. You may try to bend my will but you will never break it." I said confidently. My voice calm and with no trace of weakness. I could feel his core sing with anger. He let out a sigh of compromise. "Yes I will enjoy every single moment of bending you until you break Katia." He said tracing his fingertips across the skin under my breasts. "Just wait until you are mine. Enjoy what little freedom I allow you now, when we are bonded I will not allow you to speak to me like this." "You call this freedom?" I scoffed. "Freedom is me cutting off the finger that keeps touching my body." "Oh my wild little kitten I look forward to the day I will gag your pouty lips with my cock." The General traced his finger across my bottom lip. I quickly leaned into his hand and tried to grasp his finger between my teeth. He was too quick and pulled his hand away from my face. The General broke out into deep laughter. The bed vibrated with his thick voice. I felt insulted. Does he find me amusing? "Hahahahaha!" I laughed obnoxiously. Mimicking his tone. The General ceased with his laughter. I felt his core explode with rage, powerful energy bursting all around the room and reflected toward me. The General snapped and gripped my throat with all his strength. My gasps echoed around the room. I writhed violently on the bed. "You're lucky." He said through gritted teeth. "I may not kill you, you are too valuable. But don't be fooled." His grip tightened around my tiny throat. My heart rate pulsed in my ears as I felt the pressure build. From my blurred vision I could see the General lean over my body. "I can't kill you but I will leed you to the brink of death and just let you suffer. You are mine Katia and I can do with you as I please." He loosened his crib. I sucked in huge amounts of oxygen. My lungs ached. I stared at the General with all the discuss I could muster. "Grey eyes like a cat. My little kitten. That name suits you." He whispered tracing the same finger I tried to bite against my cheek. I pulled away from his warm hand. I couldn't understand. He just tried to kill me but now he shows affection towards me? "You feel free but I am your OWNER. You might prance around freely but you are my property, I own you." A faint knock on the door interrupted his train of thought. I felt his anger retreat and a calmness took over his heart that pounded in his chest with anger moments ago. "Enter." I don't understand how his tone could shift from erratic to calm from one moment to the next. "Master." A feminine voice said with respect but with a hint of fear. "You called for me." "Oh yes. Thank you for reminding me Lilith." The General said. "Please make her more beautiful than she is now. You know my taste and I want you to dress her accordingly. Let me know if she is any trouble." A breath of relief escaped my lips as I felt his presence disappear from the room. "Who are you?" I asked the woman. "Lilith I am your servant Mistress ." Lilith said. "Please untie my hands." I asked "Oh cannot do that Mistress. I apologize." She said sincerely. The bed dipped as Lilith sat beside me. "I see that I am your superior. Release my bonds." I demanded. "Yes I serve you but you are not my superior. The General is my master and to be honest I am more frightened by him than I am of you." She added politely. She reached out to touch my face, affectionately. Somehow her kindness triggered something in my heart. My heart burst open, I cried openly in front of a stranger. Lilith soothed me by placing her hand on my shoulder. "Mistress, don't cry." She said. "How can I not cry? Tell me why shouldn't I!" I asked infuriated. "This life isn't so bad. Just stay strong." Her ignorance angered me. How could she say this? She is a slave. A slave to a cruel man. "I know he might scare you but he can be sweet at times." "He doesn't scare me, he repulses me. I hate him! I will kill him before I step foot out of this life. He might feel empowered but I will make him bow to me before I take my last breath." My voice trembled but my words are strong. I refuse to see myself as property of another. "Shhh Miss. You will be harshly punished if you are caught with those words on your tongue." She advised. My heart calmed. Lilith wiped tears from my cheek. That small gesture made me cling to Lilith like a small child would her sister. Lilith continued wiping the blush on my cheeks. "You are so beautiful Miss." She exclaimed. Minutes passed by as Lilith applied more makeup on my face. The door opened abruptly and I could again feel the General approach. He freed my wrists from the cuffs. I stretched out on the bed and sighed heavily. My muscles sighed with relief. I felt the eyes of the General on me, again I was aware of my nakedness. I moved my arms to cover myself and shifted into a tight ball. "Come, there is no time for modesty I watched as Lilith bathed you." He laughed. He traced his fingertips on my once injured thigh. "Don't touch me." I spat from under my arms that were pressed over my face "Lilith leave." The general breathed. A slight chill ran up my spine. The room felt empty. The air felt thick as his hot breath spread over my bare skin. Who am I kidding, I couldn't breathe, this man's scent was overpowering, unbearable even. The raspberry flavour seemed so sweet but the mint held a strong punch. Oh God, that extra something was there that scent that tingled some nerve deep inside me, way too deep. "You seem to be fond of testing my limits Katia." The General said strongly. As he spoke his hand glided past the dip of my spine on my back. "What is the fun of limits if there is no one who tests them?" I said still positioned in my ball of defence or shyness. "But if limits are tested the punishment must be severe, what is the use of limits if they will be questioned?" The General asked placing his hand on my shoulder and swiftly breaking my ball of shyness. He pinned my shoulder against the bed. "Look at me." "What is the point of looking at you if I can't see you?" I questioned. "Eyes are the windows to the soul my dear. Even though your windows are foggy I can still see your soul." He breathed. I cringed as the General's hard fingertip traced between the valley of my breasts and further down to my belly button. "And what do you see?" My voice trembling to his thick voice. The low base sent chills up my spine in lightning pulses. "I see a scared little girl who acts brave for reasons I don't seem to understand." He breathed. His face came inches away from my thigh. The General circled my belly button with slow touches. "Firstly, I don't act..." "I find it funny, you are so vulnerable. I can literally pick you up and play with you like a little doll and you couldn't do anything about. Trust me, you need me." I could hear his words dripping with humor. Power, something I wanted to snatch from his hands the first moment I have the chance. "I know you find my predicament amusing. Trust me, I will show you what I am capable of." "You can show me now." He laughed pushing himself over me. The General's body pressed me into the sheets with his weight and pushed his body onto mine with one thrust. "Or maybe I can show you what I'm capable of my pretty little slave." "Fuck you Emeric." I spat. I felt his energy explode with anger. Was it the fact that I used his name for the first time or is it that I cursed at him? All I know is that something I said made the General angry, an emotion I liked to feel. The energy that radiated from his heart was electrifying to say the least. The flame that built inside of him drew me closer to him like a moth to a flame. That would be the one thing I cannot lie about. My body pulls towards him, I don't know why? Somehow he pulls me in but I refuse to surrender to this man. Surrendering would be the most horrible betrayal to my people. I couldn't, I won't be anyone's slave! "Don't fucking touch me!" For a brief moment I forgot where I was. I laid pinned underneath the General. I could feel his anger explode all around me. He stood as quick as a lightning bolt and just as quickly had me turned, facing the headboard. My hands remained pinned over my head, but this time without the shackles. The General slowly eased his hard hand down my back to my bare ass. He ran his short fingernails across my sensitive flesh, scratching as he went along. My skin burned but nothing could have prepared me for what was to happen next. "Please don't do this." I begged. But my pleas fell on deaf years. I writhed on the bed, kicking my legs and wriggling around. "I like it when you beg Katia." He breathed. His hand paused. The General placed his hard hand on my left cheek and rubbed slowly in circles. In a quick moment his heavy hand came down hard against my ass in quick smacks. I cringed at the pain that radiated from my ass. "I have very set rules Katia." He breathed. "You are only allowed to call me 'General' or 'Sir'. You must respect me Katia at all times." Again a series of loud spanks came down hard against my naked ass. I couldn't count them due to his speed. The General rubbed patiently, but it didn't soothe the pain it enraged the burning sensation. I groaned loudly that caused the General to stop again. "Fuck." He sighed. "The day I claim this body, I will make you scream." "I'm not yours to claim." I said under my breath. He pulled his hand away and SMACK! I screamed out for mercy but I only sensed the General glow. I pressed my hips into the sheets to hide from his hand. "I like it when you scream for me." He laughed. "General please." I groaned. "Oh Katia..." He moaned. Emeric flipped my body over, easily. My hands still pinned above my head. He pushed his body on top of mine. I tried to squirm away from his touch but I couldn't. He pushed his hips between my thighs. The General thrust his hips slowly and, my God, I groaned. Butterflies didn't just flutter in my tummy, they clashed and exploded like fireworks. My brain felt numb and I couldn't process what was happening to my body. "Oh God please." I moaned. For him to stop or for him to continue? I didn't know either. "From now on, I'm your God." Emeric placed his lips on my neck and traced small kisses along my skin leaving hot marks in his way. My legs gripped his thighs with my feat to pull him into me. A small moan escaped my lips. Clearly Emeric heard. Grounding his pant-covered groin deeper into my naked body. "Master." "Oh fuck say it again." "Master." A faint knock on the door followed. "Fuck!" The General groaned, clearly realizing I wasn't the one who praised him. My mind snapped back to earth as the door opened. Emeric pushed off of me. "Enter." He said. Slowly the door creaked open. How could I be so weak? This man has captured me and chained me to his bed. He spanked me for 'misbehaving' and punishing me like a child. From this moment onwards I will not be weak. I will not have this man that thinks I belong to him. "The Mistress needs to get ready, Master." Lilith's small voice irritated me. She sounded so afraid. "The Bonding Ceremony will commence shortly." "Oh yes, thank you Lilith." The General said. "You may leave." He stood and made his way to the other side of the room. He fiddled about a bit and came back throwing something in my lap. I gripped it in my hands. It felt soft and smooth almost like water. "It's silk Katia. Although I dread covering your body, you need to put it on. Don't worry I'll have it off you soon enough." "That's what you think." I giggled. Somehow I feel this rush when I disobey him. I'm not like Lilith who would give her last breath to this man if he asked. A moment of weakness is all it was. Yeah just that. And 'that' won't be happening again. "Just you wait. The first thing I'll do when you are mine..." "Gag me with your cock?" I asked sarcastically. The General laughed loudly. "I knew you were a fast learner." "I guess you have never been taught a day in your life. Seeing you don't know what sarcasm is." "Ouch." He came closer to me. Leaning into my space. His face was inches away from my face. I could feel his breath on my skin but I didn't feel uncomfortable, I wanted to close the distance between us but that was something I couldn't do. "Get dressed slave, or do you need me to do that for you?" "I can manage." I scoffed, slightly offended at his offer. I felt the material in my hands. I could tell it was expensive. All I was used to was animal skin that definitely couldn't compare to this. I pulled the material over my head. The General tied the thin string behind my neck. It wasn't tight, the light material only touched my skin now and then. It felt like the waterfall I used to play under as a small child. I need to find a way out of here and return to my home. After I get healed by Ronda it will be much easier to escape this man's clutches. But I would first need to be bound to him. But if I'm bound to him, wouldn't that make my escape further out of reach? The fire in him that draws me closer will only burn me. I need to escape, I need to be free. I wasn't born to be a slave and certainly not a slave to The General. I will be set free or die trying!