Torn
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“You were fighting me,” he replied coolly. “Am I supposed to stand there and not defend myself?”
“You have me chained to a fucking bed!” I shrieked like a banshee.
The dry smirk remained fixed on his face. “That is to protect others. Obviously, you cannot be trusted to behave like a civil creature.”
“Behave like a civil creature? Are you insane? You fed on me and brought me here against my will, and I’m supposed to behave?” I lurched for him out of anger and was immediately snapped back by the chain. A curse of frustration tore out of me. I couldn’t believe I was actually having this conversation. “I am going to kill you.”
“How? You can’t even reach me.”
My head was going to explode. “But you’re going to get close enough to me eventually.”
“True,” he said. “And when I do, you’ll be willing.”
“Not likely.”
Drake’s smile grew.
My anger matched it. “You can’t pretend to be Ren anymore. I know.”
“I don’t need to pretend to be him.”
I started to pace as far as the chain would allow, which was from the nightstand to the halfway point of the bed. “I thought for a child to be conceived, it couldn’t be done with any trick or coercion,” I said.
“You would be correct.”
I eyed him as he moved closer. “But you pretending to be Ren would be trickery.”
“Would it? There isn’t exactly a handbook on these things. If you said yes, you would’ve given me consent.”
The bitter taste of shame clogged my throat even though I knew what had happened between Drake and me wasn’t my fault. I knew that, but the mortification was still there. “I would’ve given Ren consent. Not you.”
“Semantics.” He sat on the edge of the bed. I could probably have reached him, but only to grab his hair, and that wouldn’t have helped. “It was worth trying.”
Backing into the nightstand, I put as much space as the chain would allow between us. “You sicken me.”
He smirked. “And I love seeing you with this.” He reached over, running his finger along the taut chain, and I tensed. “It’s like having a rabid cat on a leash.”
“Fuck—”
Drake yanked on the chain, and I toppled to my knees. “I also love seeing you down there, little bird.”
Tears of humiliation stung my eyes as I stared at his boots. “Do you think that I would ever, in a million years, be with you after all of this?”
“I think so.” Drake rose, forcing me to stand with him.
“I hate you,” I seethed, watching him.
One shoulder rose as he reached into his pocket, withdrawing a key. “I’m not particularly fond of you either.”
“You’re not even attracted to me.” I recalled the moments on the couch when he was pretending to be Ren. “How’s that going to work out?”
“Oh, there are times when I find you deliciously attractive.” He unhooked the chain from the bed, but before I could do anything, he wrapped it around his fist. He yanked me forward, against his chest. “This is one of those moments. So don’t worry about my ability to perform.” Lowering his mouth to my ear, he said, “I’ve had worse.”
I strained away, leaning as far back as I could. “Well, I haven’t.”
“You’ll change your tune soon enough.” He shortened the length of the chain and started walking. I had no choice but to follow.
The hallway was wide with several closed doors. At the end, two ancients stood as sentries. Their lips curled in disgust as we passed. I wanted to drag my feet, but his pace made it impossible. I struggled to keep up with him as we went down the wide stairs.
“You’re like my pet,” he said as we reached what I assumed was the first floor. Bright sunlight streamed in through numerous windows. He tugged on the chain when I stopped.
Fae were everywhere. Lounging on the couches and chairs in the sitting room. Leaning against the walls. My wild gaze roamed over them as Drake tugged me toward the back of the large house. All of them watched with varying degrees of amusement or disgust etched onto their striking, coldly beautiful features. Except one. A female fae with silvery hair braided and tossed over one shoulder. The look on her face was one of horror. I didn’t get it. The fear in her pale eyes was palpable as the prince dragged me toward another door that an ancient stood in front of.
But then the ancient opened the door, revealing a narrow hallway, and I was being pulled through it, much like a dog on a leash. “The humans who owned this house said that this once was the servants’ quarters,” Drake explained. “I think they used the term ‘servant’ loosely.”
I was led into a wider room that used to be a servants’ kitchen. The cabinets were still attached to the wall and an old fridge hummed softly. The room still served as a kitchen.
Well, not the kind of kitchen I ever wanted in my house.
Dozens of cots lined the room, and they were occupied by humans in various states of being fed on. Their complexions were pale and marred by inky, black veins. A male was currently being fed on. His moans were a mixture of pain and something else entirely. And he wasn’t pushing away the male fae that was feeding on him. He was clenching the fae’s shoulders, holding him close.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, horrified, my stomach twisting painfully. “You—”