Sold to a Hybrid Prince

Chapter 5

Trigger Warning.

XYLA

"No, please..." I begged, thrashing against the restraints that held me down. My vision was blurred with tears, but his glowing blue eyes were still clear. And so was the feeling of his body crushing mine, as well as his hand strangling my neck.

"Shut up," he said, his annoyance clear in his tone as his grip on my neck tightened.

I gasped for air, trying to pull my feet away from the restraints, but the metal cuffs only dug deeper into my ankles.

I heard the sound of unzipping, and my struggles grew stronger. No, I didn't want this!

"Please..." a mere whisper escaped me, followed by the sound of ripping clothes. I shuddered as the cold air blew over my body, my eyes squeezing shut as his hands roamed over my waist.

"What a beautiful inferior being," his voice echoed in my ears. "Open your eyes, gorgeous, I wanna see them stare at me while I have my fun."

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"Xyla?"

"Please, please," I sobbed, shaking my head. "Let me go, please."

"Wake up."

Hot tears rolled down my cheeks, as I tried to squirm away from the touch. "Let go..."

"Xyla!"

My eyes shot open, widening considerably when I found those eerie golden eyes stare down at me. I gasped, flinching away from him, realizing his hand was holding onto my arm.

"Calm down," he said, his eyebrows furrowing. "It was just a nightmare. You're okay."

I blinked, trying to calm my raging heart as my chest heaved up and down. My cheeks were wet with tears, and I quickly wiped them, shifting my gaze to the window. Sunlight was pouring in, which meant that I had indeed fallen asleep. I glanced back at him, extremely aware of his hold on me, as I waited for him to do something.

To hurt me, yell at me, or anything else.

But Allister withdrew his hand and took a step back, pushing his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

I tucked my hair away from my face, before hugging myself.

"Are you..." he began, but stopped, his gaze flickering from my face, to my feet.

I pulled my knees closer to my chest, so that my feet were under the safety of the blanket again.

"Did--Did I wake you?" I asked softly, hoping he wouldn't ask me what the nightmare was about. I didn't want to talk about it. Especially not to him. I didn't want to put any ideas in his head, if he wasn't already thinking of doing such things to me.

"You did," he admitted, nodding. I was about to start panicking, when he continued. "But it's okay."

I blinked at him. Really? I relaxed slightly. "It won't happen again."

"You sure about that?" He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side.

I opened my mouth to blurt a yes, but stopped.

That would be a lie. This wasn't something in my control. It would happen again, sooner or later.

So I lowered my head.

"Thought so," he mumbled, before sighing and walking away.

He already seemed tired of me. Which wasn't good. It meant I wouldn't be alive for too long.

I heard the door close, and heaved a small breath of relief, glad that he decided not to hurt me for it. I mean, sure, he knew I didn't do it on purpose. It was a damned nightmare, after all. But the Superiors of this city didn't seem to have a lot of common sense. Or they were just looking for reasons to hurt us. Maybe, Allister wasn't one of them.

Maybe, I got lucky.

"Xyla," he snapped as soon as he stepped out of the washroom, making me flinch and stand up from the couch.

Spoke too soon.

"Y--Yes?"

"Did you use the washroom last night?" His tone held a clear irritation as he glared at me.

A shudder went through me.

I quickly shook my head.

He clenched his jaw, staring at something inside, before he stormed to the door of the room, and opened it, yelling for a slave.

"Yes, my Prince?"

I just heard a timid, masculine voice, as Allister's huge form was blocking whoever was outside.

"Send someone to fix my drain. It's clogged."

"At once, my Prince."

"No, not at once. Do it when I leave for breakfast."

"Noted, your Highness."

He closed the door shut again, and turned back around, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Come with me," he said, not bothering to look at me.

"What?"

His eyes met mine, eyebrows raised slightly, making me immediately lower my gaze. I made my way closer to him, but stopped at a safe distance. He walked to the corner of the room, and I followed after him, realizing there was another door that I had missed last night. He pushed it open, and gestured for me to step in.

I took a deep breath, before making my way inside, the hair on the back of my neck standing alert. Was this where he'd punish me? I heard him join me, and the door shut softly, leaving us in utter darkness. I couldn't see a single thing, save for the slight glow of his golden eyes when I turned to face him. Thankfully, he switched the lights on, calming my nerves just a little.

Allister pointed to something behind me. "Everything in that cupboard belongs to you now. Wear whatever you want, and if you feel like you'll need something else, let me know. My previous pet wasn't as petite as you, but I guess her clothes will do."

I felt an uneasiness spread in my chest. I was going to be wearing a dead person's clothes. Being in the same position as that dead person. Serving the one who was the reason behind their death.

A shiver went through me as I glanced at the wooden cupboard. My eyes also caught a bed in the corner of the room, and a door which seemed like the bathroom.

"Is... Is this my room?" I asked softly, hoping he'd say yes. It was definitely where his previous pet slept, and even though this room was slightly colder, and had no windows, it was better than sleeping in the same room as him. Here, my nightmares wouldn't wake him up.

If I managed to fall asleep again in the first place.

"No," he stated, making my heart sink. "You can keep your things here, but you'll be staying in my room, unless I'm mad at you and tell you to leave."

Wow, okay.

"Anyway, go get changed. I don't want you roaming around in this... skimpy dress," he said with distaste.

So he didn't want me to look like a stripper? How very kind of him.

I genuinely appreciated his order. Wearing something modest would help me feel a lot better.

"Hurry up. I'm waiting."

He left the room, and I allowed myself to release a heavy breath, my shoulders slumping.

Okay. So far, so good. Unhurt, and still a blood virgin.

I walked over to the cupboard and opened it, ready to get out of that stupid, tight dress. Her clothes were decent enough, and I picked out a black, full sleeved T-shirt, with denim jeans, a plain bra and panties. I quickly threw everything on, not wanting to take too much time and anger him. While the undergarments were almost a perfect fit, the T-shirt was loose on my body, and one of the shoulders kept slipping off no matter how many times I moved it back up.

There was a knock on the door.

"Hurry up," Allister said from outside, his tone annoyed.

I quickly ran to the door, running out and almost bumping into his chest. I stopped just in time, and took a step back, gluing my eyes to the floor.

"About time," he muttered, walking over to the small coffee table in the centre, and retrieving something from it. When he walked back to me, I realized it was a black belt, with a deep maroon leash in his other hand.

My heart sank a little, but I reminded myself that at least it wasn't a collar. Or even the metal cuffs. The belt was far less humiliating, and far less painful that the other two. Besides, it would allow me to use my hands freely, and turn my neck however I'd want.

"Move your arms away," Allister commanded, stepping closer to me.

I resisted the urge to back away from him, and quietly obliged to his order. He bent down, making me suck in a breath as his arms went around my waist, securing the belt over my T-shirt. He left it loose enough for it to fall to my hips. He then attached the leash to the clip, and turned the belt, until the leash was connected to my middle.

"Don't make me tug at it," he stated, stepping away from me.

I released a breath, nodding to show my obedience.

"And listen," he said, making me finally look up to meet his gaze, "if anyone talks to you, or even tries to talk to you, you ignore them. I don't want you interacting with anyone here, except for me. Is that clear?"

I nodded again.

It wasn't like I was dying to talk to his family of freaks. Or the other Superiors, slaves or maids that walked around the castle. I was pretty content in the world of my own mind, especially after not having spoken more than a few words every day, for the last six years.

"Good. Let's go."

He almost turned to leave, but stopped again, his gaze falling upon my bare shoulder. His golden eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer to me, making me suck in a breath and instinctively back away from him.

My body touched the wall, as he extended his hand towards me, making me squeeze my eyes shut.

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