My former slave becomes the new king. Novelcat

"You are my acquisition. My slave. My bed servant. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." Lucien stated curtly to Princess Danika.

He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.

Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.

He spent ten years to revenge and he finally made it. The murderer of his father died. But the muderer's beloved daughter was still alive.

Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.

Danika huddled down in her cell. Empty cold cell.

She has been here for one week. She craves outside....anywhere. Anywhere at all that's not this cold barren space. Only one bonk bed occupied the side of the room.

She hasn't seen her captor in the past one week and that was the time he walked up to her, staring at her with the coldest eyes she has ever seen as he reached around her neck and collared her.

His slave. His property. He'd called her.

A chill went down Danika's arms. She has never seem a hatred more raw before, in anybody's eyes.

King Lucien hated her. So much.

Danika knows the reason more than anybody. Oh, does she know this.

One week ago, she was Princess Danika. Daughter of King Cone of Mombana. She was feared and respected.

No one dare look at her twice. You dare not look her in the eyes. You dare no walk the part she walks unless you have no value for your life. Her father saw to this.

Today, her father has been killed, their kingdom taken over by the ruthless King Lucien. He has also taken her over as his slave.

The sound of footsteps and chains rattling drew Danika's attention towards the door of the cell. The door opened and a bodyguard entered.

He carried a tray of food and Danika's stomach rumbled, hunger shoving through her and reminding her that this is her first meal since morning and it suspiciously looks like evening now.

"Here's your food, Priiiincess." The stretched the syllable in disgust. Everyone here hates her, Danika knows that much.

She raised her chin defiantly, saying nothing.

"The king will be here in a few hours. Be ready to receive him." He announced before walking away.

Fear slid through her. She isn't ready to face her captor yet. But it's been one week, and Danika knows it's inevitable.

Two Hours Later

The sun is almost down when Danika heard footsteps. Followed by, "THE KING HAS ARR---"

"Do not announce me, Chad." Came the curt reply that sent chill down Danika's arms. In all her twenty-one years of life, she hasn't heard a voice so cold.

"I apologize, my king." Chad quickly said.

Sounds of chains....and then, the door threw open.

Only the king entered because Danika heard just one almost-unheard footstep. The door closed behind him.

Suddenly, her cold barren cell was no longer so...barren. She raised her eyes and stared at him with her own hatred for him in her eyes.

He's so big like a warrior but he has the bearing of a king. Danika knows he's thirty-five years old...and larger than life itself.

Even when he was in slavery for her father, that regality was almost present around him. No matter how much he's beaten...how much he's tortured.

They stared at each other, the malice between them apparent. Evident.

Only, King Lucien's wasn't just hate...it was loathe. Full raw hatred and rage. There is no warmth in his eyes.

His face would have been so handsome, but a thick scar ran over one cheek, giving him a savage look.

He stalked closer to her, bent down and ran his hand through her blond...almost white long hair.

He grabbed it tight and yanked hard, forcing her head back and forcing her to stare into the ocean that is his eyes. Pain seared her.

"When I come in here, you'll address me. You don't just sit down like a coward staring st me or I'll punish you for it." His eyes flashed red, "I would love nothing more than to punish you."

Danika found herself nodding. Yes, she hated this man her captor, but she really has a deep aversion to pain. She doesn't like pain at all and she would do anything to avoid it....if she can.

"Yes....my king." She groaned.

Disgust flashed in his eyes. His hand lowered and rested on her barely-covered chest.

He circled, through her clothing and then, he pinched her so hard Danika cried out as a thick wave of pain reverberated through her.

He still held the nub tight as he looked her in the eyes. "I am not your king and I will never be your king. I am a king to my people and you're not my people. You're my slave, Danika. My property."

Danika nodded quickly, wishing he'd let go of her.

Instead, he twisted her peaches harder that her eyes watered. "You will address me as your master, and you will serve me. Just like my servants...only more."

His lips curved into a savage smile filled with so much hatred. "Surely, you know how a slave serves her master. After all, your father taught you well?"

"Yes! Yes!" She cried curling her hands into fists, "Please, just let go....!"

He pinched her....hard. "Yes....what?"

"Yes...M-Master." Angry tears overflowed her eyes. Danika hated that word more than anything because she knows how demeaning it is.

He let go almost immediately and backed away from her. His face devoid of any emotion.

Standing up, he forced her bare.

Tears of humiliation choked Danika's throat. She fisted her wretched skirt in an effort not to give in to the urge to cover herself from him.

His eyes didn't change as he took in her body. No flash of lust. Nothing.

Instead, he palmed her chest and caressed it. "Stand."

She stood on shaky legs, staring on the ground with blurry eyes.

"Chad!" He barked.

She froze and tried to get away from him to seek cover for her state of undress, but his hand holding her peaches tightened, stopping that movement, unless she wants to risk more pain.

"Your highness?" The big man entered, staring at his King.

"Take a good look at this slave, Chad. Do you like what you see?"

Chad's eyes caressed her body, and Danika wished the ground will open and cover her up. But she stood defiantly, staring Chad squarely in the face.

Lust blanketed Chad's eyes as he looked hungrily. "Can I touch?" He asked eagerly.

"Another time. Go out."

Chad stared at the King again, and Danika discovered that there's this look in the man's eyes when he's staring at his king. Not hate...no, not hate. But she can't place that look yet.

Chad walked out of the cell.

"Guards!" He called, and he didn't have to raise his voice.

Two guards appeared. "Yes, your highness."

His cold eyes didn't leave her. "Tell the servants to bathe my slave once I'm done here, get her clean and have her in my chambers in three hours."

"Yes, your Highness." The guards were reluctant to leave because they were staring at her state of undress.

Danika focused on the King, with anger and hate in her teary eyes. Defiance in her stance.

He released her peaches finally. "I will hurt you so much, you will live and crave pain. I will do to you everything you and your father did to me and my people, and I will do more. I will share you with as many as I want, and I will train you to be the most obedient of dogs."

Fear was almost an entity in Danika's tongue but she didn't allow it show on her tongue. She knew all this will happen even before he came in here.

His lips twitched, drawing emphasis to his scarred cheek. "I will break you, Danika."

"You can never break me, you monster!" The words tore from Danika's lips.

Her eyes widened because she talked back at him. Slave do not talk back at their masters or there will be punishment.

He didn't disappoint. He grabbed the chain of her collar and yanked on it, hard and Danika cried out.

His eyes flashed. He tilted her chin up, his grip strong.. "I love seeing so much fire because I will love to quench all of them. You have no idea what I have in store for you, or maybe you do....after all, you once trained slaves."

My father trained slaves! She almost screamed at him.

Pure hatred dripped from his cold eyes. "Your training starts tonight. You will be in my bed."

He got up and stalked out of the room like a huge lethal panther.

Danika was finally taken away from her cage immediately after the King's visit. She saw places again that isn't her cold barren cage and it made her feel better.

But her heart still beat faster whenever she remembered the reason she was taken out of her cell for the first time in one week.

She was put in a bath and the maids bathed her, just like the King instructed. Funny, that maids will bathe a slave.

But then again, it's not surprising if the slave's destination is the King's bed.

She was bathed. Three maids attended to her. One of them, the oldest named Baski was the one in charge.

They loosened her hair and combed out the tangles, leaving the hair in a long, curly mess afterwards. The clothes they had her put on, made Danika cringe.

It was barely a clothing, she might as well be bare. Red leather skirt that barely left her lips and red leather top that only covered her breast, stopping just above her belly.

Then, they wore her a long robe that covered the clothlessness. They sprayed fragrance at her too.

"All done." Baski announced.

Danika stared at herself in the mirror, and for a while she saw herself like she used to be. Princess Danika.

"You can go over to the King's chambers now. It's not advisable to keep him waiting." Baski stated curly.

Danika said nothing. She desperately wanted to ask these people how 'her people' is. She hasn't seen any of her people since she was brought her.

Are they slaves too? Where they shared amongst the privileged rich families of Salem?

After all, that was exactly what her father did to the people of Salem. She was worried but she knew she had no right to be.

She has more pressing things to worry about. Like the fact that the King of Salem who hates her with every fiber of his being, is about to sleep with her.

She stood at the front of his chambers. She stared at the door hesitantly and knocked.

"Come in." Came the curt reply. His deep voice reverberated through her.

She opened the door and walked in. The light illuminated the room, the chambers was bathed in gold. It was the most beautiful sight, but the situation wasn't exactly favoring Danika's sense of exploration and appreciation.

She could only stare at the big man who occupied one side of the room. At thirty-man years old, she has never seen a man who larger than life than King Lucien.

Watching him as he stuck a feather into the ink on the table, withdrew his feather and continued scribbling down on the scroll before him, it's hard to believe that this man has ever been a slave.

But he has been. For ten whole years he endured unspeakable tortures in the hands of her father. Now, he's paying it back.

He raised his head finally and stared at Danika. He kept the feather and did an open looking at her.

He stared all over her, his eyes crawling through her skin like hands, Danika shivered. His eyes, his face never changed after his inspection.

Pure contempt filled his features. Danika wondered if this man would ever know what it is to smile.

Slowly, he pushed his chair back, still staring at her. "Remove the robe." He commanded.

Danika hesitated.

His eyes flashed dangerously. He licked his lips calculatingly.

Danika forced her hands to move. She pulled the robe from her body, leaving her only in the clothlessness.

His eyes never left her face. "Let's get one thing straight, Slave. The next time I address you and you don't respond well, I will take out a whip and design your back with twenty strokes. Are we being clear?"

Danika's eyes turned tormented. She hid it immediately so he wouldn't see how affected she is.

"Yes...Master." She spoke defiantly. A word that's supposed to portray submission, portrayed pure rebellion.

If he noticed, he said nothing. He got up and slowly, walked around the table. He leaned against it, and pinned me with a cold eyes.

"Strip." One word. One command.

Rebellion fled with that one word. "Please...." She whispered impulsively. But she knew, she already made a mistake.

Like a panther, he stalked closer to her, it took everything in her not to step back from him.

He yanked her hair so hard, her head snapped back, and she bit her lips to keep from crying out from the pain.

There was nothing like remorse on his eyes. Only hatred so raw, it chilled her.

"You either strip or I call the guards to help you."

Her hands went to the neck of her robe and she started untying the ropes that held the clothing together.

Undressed completely, she allowed the robe to fall to the ground.

Her hands trembled but she curled them into fists. She won't give him the satisfaction of seeing her all meek and humble.

Tonight, she'll loose her virginity in the cruelest way, in the hands of the coldest man she has ever known.

But she'll bear it with dignity. She raised her chin and awaited his next command.

"Get on to the bed. Face down. Legs spread." There was no expression in his eyes. Just hate.

She climbed the bed, pressed her face on the bed and spread her legs. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable, her arms trembled slightly.

Being optimistic, she tried to focus on the fact that this is the first soft bed she's lying in, for the first time in a long time. She allowed the pleasure of it to wash over her.

She heard the ruffle of clothes. The sound of a zip opening. It didn't take long before she felt him come up.

He grabbed her, his fingers biting into her flesh and she felt his gun nudge at her opening.

Danika is no strangers to a man's anatomy, she has seen a lot of bare slaves before, but she has never thought one can be as big as what was pressing on her body, searching for something.

He must have found what he was looking for because he grunted his approval.

As he adjusted his knees on the bed, the small pleasure she was feeling disappeared as he pulled back out and began to push back in.

She sucked in a startled breath as his short thrusts quickly became painful and she held her breath and waited for it to happen.

She cried out in agonized pain, gritting her teeth so much, her jaw went numb.

He stilled completely and she let out a tear-filled whimper she couldn't begin to control. It hurt more than she expected it would. So so much.

He didn't hold back. He pulled back and plunged into her again fiercely.

She swiveled her head, buried her face to the bed and screamed, twisting her trembling body away from his brutal possession.

But his strong hands caged her, holding her body immobile. He covered her with his body and plunged into her over and over and over again, the force of his thrusts pressing her unrelentingly deeper to the bed.

Only her pained cries where heard in the golden room, none of his. Not even a grunt.

Although he took her fiercely like an animal, Danika would have sworn that he's restraining himself. It made her wonder if he'll break her in two if he wasn't.

The fierce thrusts went on and on and on. Then, suddenly, he pulled away. Rose from the bed and zipped up.

Danika stilled lying on the bed, unable to move her body, she cried softly to the bed.

"Get out of my room." He commanded, walking away without a backward glance to her. She heard the door open and close behind him with a bang.

She knew he didn't finish and she wondered why. The man hated her, he has no remorse for her. So, why didn't he keep plundering her body until he gained his satisfaction?

She didn't know the answer to that and it was the least of her problems. Alone, she started sobbing aloud.

For the first time since her kingdom was ambushed, her father killed and she, taken into slavery, she felt pain. Real raw pain.

Heart-wrenching sobs wretched her throat. She has always dreamed of flowers. Her husband sleeps with her under the moonlight. She, loosing her virginity to him while he loves her body so tenderly.

This is nowhere near what she imagined. Reality hurts like a knife to the heart. Father, why did you have to do this to me?

She didn't know the pain that was greater. The one coming from her body, or the one from her heart.

The one from her body was physical. What he did to her hurt. But the one to her heart hurt too...because she knows that this is her life now.

She got up, glad that he's not around. She didn't know what she'll do if he has to watch her trying to stagger her way out, and crying openingly.

Blood smeared her thighs, still dripping out. She made it to her cold cells, and the guard opened it.

She entered the empty confinement, walked towards the old bonk without mattress and laid on it and stayed huddled there.

She sniffled repeatedly, trying to control her tears. She doesn't want to cry more. She doesn't want to look broken...because she isn't.

Survival. She will survive this place.

She might be his slave on the outside. But inside, she's still Princess Danika to herself. He will not break her! She won't allow it. Herself is the only thing she has.

Just then, the cell opened and Baski entered. The older woman gave her a polite smile. "The King said to extract you."

What? Again? "W-What?

"He said to get you out of here and---"

She lost it. "What does he want with me again!?"

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