Lyra's P.O.V
This one, Dominic, I knew had control over other people's emotions. I knew from experience.
As soon as his eyes met mine from across the castle entrance, I could see a subtle smirk cross his face; although, besides that, he showed no recognition of me. His voice is smooth like silk. "Hello, representative of the House of Psyren. It is nice to be able to finally meet you." Of course, not even referring to me, given that the Sanguines view humans as pets rather than people.
I could tell by Asta's sour expression that she certainly didn't share the sentiment; however, she still stepped forward coolly and shook his hand. "It's an honor to meet you too, Dominic; I'm Asta." He flinches at the use of his informal title, and I give a small mental cheer towards her for wounding his fragile ego. She gently entwines my hand as he mutters. "And how long shall you be staying for?"
She forces a smile. "We will be staying here for a few days. I need to review the treaties with your family and sign a new one with new conditions my House wants."
Asta and I are shown around the castle. We approach our rooms, and I dip inside and sigh, trying not to panic. As soon as Asta shuts the door, she super speeds to my side and tackles me onto the bed in a hug, holding me to her chest. "Everything will be okay, my dear. I promise I will try my best to always be there for you." I nod and relax against her, my panic slowly subsiding.
I smile at her and gently take her face in my hands. "You're so fucking sweet," I kiss her deeply as I feel her hand travel up the length of my legs, making me shiver with anticipation. "A-Asta... Now?" She slips her fingers in between my legs, making me moan in response as her hand goes to my mouth, shushing me. "Shh, you can't be screaming here as you do at home, okay?"
My panic abruptly spikes at this, mind flashing with frantic thoughts, and I shove her away, my body shaking and sweating of its own volition as I whimper weakly, "Please, don't..."
She jolts at the intrusion, eyes wide as she stares at me, though looks away sheepishly as she murmurs apologetically, "Ok... I'll keep my dick in my pants. For now." I give her a weak chuckle and hug her tightly, trying to convince myself that everything will be ok.
...
I strip out of my dress and into something more casual provided by the Sanguine family. I look at the clothes provided to me, immediately infuriated. "Is this some sick joke?! I'm not some fucking toy to prance around; look at how short this skirt is! It doesn't even cover my ass or my panties all the way, and there are no shorts to go along with it..." Angry tears blur my vision as I growl through gritted teeth, "Why do I feel like this was somehow Dominic's doing?" Asta looks at my clothes and winces as she gently pulls me into a hug, kissing my forehead and calming me a little.
She speaks with a soft tone, lilting with fury. "I know, my love, but unfortunately, until we leave this place, there are some customs we need to follow, and their clothing choices are one of them. Do not speak unless spoken to, okay? I don't need them treating you worse than they already have."
I sigh and shake my head before getting dressed and following Asta as she grips my leash. Not being used to the feeling of being exposed as I am, I can't help but try to cover myself. We walk out of the room, and Dominic is waiting for us. His eyes seem to light up with interest as he spots me. "Hello, ladies. Let's take you all to dinner."
Of course, now that I'm wearing something skimpy, he finally addresses me. Figures.
He seems to follow close behind, and I can feel the disgusting sensation of his eyes staring into my backside. We enter the dining room. It is much more grandiose than the one we have at home. I can tell how they treat their consorts because some have chains as collars. A tall man with black spiky hair like horns - who I'm guessing is the head of the family - speaks to Asta with thinly-veiled disdain, "I see you didn't choose to use our collar for your pet; I'm glad you at least came with one of your own. Can't be having it run around without supervision."
I can feel Atsa grip the end of the leash tighter, though, impressively, her expression doesn't change from gratitude. "Yes; I was instructed on your customs before I left my house. Thank you for having us, Lord Sanguine. May my pet eat with me today? I want to keep her nice and fed well so I can properly feed from her."
I see his eyebrow twitch as he orders a slave to get another chair for me. "Of course! As long as she sets an amazing example for my own, I don't see why that would be an issue."
The table is set. I sit next to Asta as I wait for my food. When I get it, it's slop compared to what Asta gets. I sigh and shrug to myself as I start eating. When I do, I hear a growl from who I presume to be the Lady of the House. "I thought she was going to set an example for our slaves. How will she do that if she can't even ask to eat?"
Asta chuckles, throwing everyone, including me, for a loop as I look at her, worried. "Oh, don't worry about that, Lady Sanguine. I can read minds and communicate with her telepathically. She asked me non-verbally if she could, and I gave her permission to do so."
The rest of the dinner goes relatively smoothly, with us returning to our rooms with Dominic as we say our goodbyes. We rested for the night, thankfully with minimal issues - or so I thought.
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I wake up to the sound of the door being shut and locked as I reach over for Asta only to not find her in bed with me "Asta... Where are you love..." I see a tall, dark figure in the doorway and somehow, someway I knew it was Dominic.
This wasn't supposed to happen. I'm extremely disoriented, having just woken up, thoughts screaming for Asta. Once I move slightly in bed, like a predator on unsuspecting prey, he's suddenly on top of me, pinning my hands to the plush mattress. He grabs me by the hair and roughly pulls me to him, whimpering as I reach back and try to pry his hand off of my hair; his other hand quickly finds my throat, choking me slightly as my voice is rigid with fear. "W-what are you doing, Dominic?!"
He chuckles, his expression a gleeful and victorious sneer. "You thought I didn't recognize you, huh? Remember my promise to you? How I said I would find you and make you mine again?" He presses me again from behind on the nearby wall. I can feel his fangs graze my neck, whimpering as they start to pierce my skin slowly. This isn't the floating sensation I am now familiar with, taking me from this plane of existence in gentle waves - this is pain, and it sears through my body, and it reminds me that every agonizing second of this is brutally real. His hand around my throat, traveling down, exploring my body as a fog of emotions floods my brain. My sight blurs from the tears and hurt, blotting out the odd stone that seemed to materialize on the sheets, painting the room in a sickly red glow as the only source of light. He's mentally preventing me from screaming and calling out to Asta, but all I can think about is her, asking and begging her to show up.
She never does.
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