Sold to a Hybrid Prince

Chapter 3

He didn't have to put in too much of an effort, as I was desperate to get away from... my new master. I could already see the rest of my life before my eyes. I was not going to last too long. He would end me that very night, suck me dry whilst I would be tied up to a pillar. Everything I had hoped, every dream I ever had, would be left shattered. And all because I could not keep my stupid head down. 

I didn't know when we reached the huge door. It was pushed open, and I was pulled inside, immediately hit with a weird scent. One that made my heart pound in my chest, and not in a good way. The room was decorated in a deep royal blue, and black, a huge bed against the furthest wall, with a large window on the wall beside it. There was a comfortable looking couch just below the window, and a small table in front of it. 

The floor was carpeted, and in the centre of the room, against the wall, was a large bookshelf. On either side of it was a black, cylindrical pillar. 

Robert dragged me up to one, and pinned my arms above my head, as I tried my best to get free of his hold. It didn't faze him one bit. I squeezed my eyes shut, as the loose part of the chain was bound around the pillar, to hold me in place. Once Robert was done, I was left pinned to the pillar, with only the ability to squirm. 

"Have a good night, girl," Robert sang, roughly taking hold of my chin. I winced, meeting his wicked eyes. "And remember, don't make too many sounds. The Prince doesn't like too much noise." 

Tears left my eyes, which apparently satisfied him, as he grinned and let go of me. I let my head hang low until he walked away, and the door slammed shut again. 

The cries that I had been holding back finally escaped me, even as they were muffled by the restricting gag. My whole body shook from fear and cold, as I looked around the room, thrashing against the chains.

I gazed at the window in longing, wishing someone would free me from the pillar, and I would be able to jump out. Dying at my own hands was better than the abuse, torture and humiliation I would be put through everyday. As well as the uncertainty of my own life. 

I hated it. I hated living like this. Death was so much more welcoming. 

Maybe, the Prince would kill me that very night, and all my miseries would be over forever. 

Maybe, that would be a good thing. 

But all such thoughts dissolved the moment I heard the door open again. 

I sucked in a breath, pinning myself tighter against the pillar as I heard his heavy footsteps storm inside. And then the door was slammed shut again, making me flinch once more, as the internal panic escalated. 

I heard him take a deep breath, before he walked right past me, causing every muscle in my body to tense up. I didn't dare glance at him as he made his way into what I figured was the washroom. 

I gulped, sniffing, as I tried to keep my shaking to a minimum. But given the situation, it was of little use. I heard the shower start, and my eyebrows furrowed slightly. 

Why was he showering right before bathing in blood again? 

A few, stretched out, and extremely painful moments later, I heard the water stop running. The Prince stepped out again, and casually walked over to his cupboard, retrieving clothes from it. I keep my gaze fixed to the ground, not having the courage to glance at him. 

One wrong move, and I'd make my death certain. 

I could tell he was putting his clothes on, as there was some shuffling, until I heard him clear his throat. 

"Now, what do we have here?" his voice made me gulp, his tone completely stoic. 

My heart raced as he slowly stalked towards me, like a lion approaching his next prey. My legs trembled, and I bit harder onto the gag to prevent any sounds from escaping me. He stopped right in front of me, close enough that I could feel his presence, and my heart almost stopped beating from the stress. 

Oh God. He was easily a foot taller than I was. I wouldn't even have been able to fight him off if he were human. 

Let alone a hybrid. And Royalty. 

The moment he placed his finger under my chin, I held my breath, my heart threatening to jump out of my chest. His thumb pressed against my cheek, as he turned my face to the side, his cool skin covering mine in goosebumps. His free hand moved my hair away from my neck, as a small whimper left my mouth. He then turned my face to the other side, doing the same. 

"No marks? Never been bitten, hmm?" He was talking more to himself, since I was in no position to reply. 

I closed my eyes shut, more tears leaving them as he tilted my face up. His hands went around my head, and I curled my toes, expecting him to just snap my neck and end my life. But all he did was unclasp the gag, before pulling it off. I released a heavy breath, but did not dare to open my eyes, my nails digging into my palms thanks to my clenched fists. He clicked his tongue, and a shiver went through me, afraid I'd done something wrong him. 

"Robert is such an ass," he mumbled to himself, his thumb tracing over my cheek, probably over the marks the gag had left. "What's your name, love?" he asked, his deep voice making me shiver.

Speak. Speak, Xyla. Talk! 

"Xy--Xyla," I whispered, barely managing it. 

"Xyla..." he repeated. "I like it. Look at me, Xyla," he commanded, his breath fanning the top of my head. His tone was oddly gentler than I expected, but it still held a certain firmness, one that made me oblige instantly. 

My lips quivered as I met his golden gaze with my glassy eyes, my skin chilling. 

He was perfect. Just like every other Superior I had ever met. 

Or even more so. 

Twinkling golden eyes that almost gleamed in the dim lighting, high cheekbones, a defined nose and a jawline covered in stubble. His hair was a wet mess of darkness, falling almost to his shoulders, and framing his face perfectly. His skin was a beautiful shade, holding more warmth than I had seen on most vampires. But then again, he had just fed on someone, so that could be it. Needless to say, there wasn't a single flaw on his face, except for the fangs that peeked out from his parted, pink lips. 

The ones that reminded me that my end was near. 

Prince's eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowing as he leaned in, making me gasp and close my eyes shut again. 

"Tch, open your eyes," he stated, his tone sharp. 

I gulped, doing as he said, my breath hitching when I found his face mere inches away. His golden eyes held mine captive, as I jammed the back of my head against the pillar, but it barely made any space between us. 

"What is this?" he asked, studying me carefully. "I've never seen eyes like these before."

Oh. 

I took a deep breath to find my voice again. 

"I--I have het--heterochromia," I squeaked out, aware of what he meant. One of my eyes was a clear, pale blue, and the other matched it half-way, before melting into a chocolate brown. 

He stared silently for another moment, before giving a nod. "Unique," he commented, his tone holding a hint of approval. 

I felt a slight spark of hope form in my chest, as if I was expecting him to let me live just because he liked the color of my eyes. It died down as soon as he reached for my hands, making me flinch. The chains were undone, causing my hands to drop near my thighs, the metal cuffs weighing them down. 

"Let's see if you taste as unique, Xyla," he said, before his arm wrapped around my waist and my body was pulled tightly against his. "It's not gonna hurt as much as you think, and it'll be over before you know it."

A small whimper left me, as I squeezed my eyes shut again, freezing at the contact. His large hand cupped my neck, the thumb and index finger holding onto my jaw as he turned my face away. My neck was completely exposed to him, and I could almost hear my heart beating frantically. 

The second I felt his breath against my skin, my knees gave away. His grip on my waist tightened to hold me up, as he leaned in and inhaled deeply. I opened my eyes to let the tears roll down my cheeks, as I remained completely limp in his grasp, unable to move, unable to let out any sounds at all. His cool nose pressed against my skin, and black dots clouded my vision, my lids getting too heavy. 

Darkness surrounded me before I could feel anything else, and for once, it was much more welcoming than my reality. 

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