The Fallen Demon and His Lost Enchanted Mate

Chapter Four... The Dreaded Dinner Party Part Two

Everything was ready for the party, except me. I felt nauseous and wanted to escape, but Derrick had the house guarded double tonight. He made sure I had no way out. Every exit was blocked by a guard and people were already beginning to arrive.

I looked down at the dress I bought earlier which was now shredded into pieces. Derrick wasn't pleased with it, so he destroyed it. It was too decent apparently. He sent one of his guards to get the most revealing dress the store had.

When the guard brought back the dress he bought I felt like losing my stomach. It was so revealing that it barely covered any part of me. Derrick approved it and told me to have it on by the time the party started. He would be up here any minute to come for me and I still didn't have the dress on.

Everything else was done, but I sat on the bed rocking back and forth nervously. I knew what was going to happen to me tonight and I didn't want to go. I was so scared.

I inhaled sharply when I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. No... No... No... it can't be time already. He's going to be so mad at me for not being ready.

The door opened and Derrick strolled in calmly, well, until he noticed me sitting there rocking back and forth frantically. "Addison? Why in the fûck aren't you ready yet?" he snarled.

"P-please husband, d-don't m-make me d-do this tonight. I beg of you. P-please..." I stuttered out as tears ran uncontrollably down my face, "I'll be good. I'll be a good girl, just p-please don't make me go down there."

He walked calmly over to me with confidence and ran his knuckles down my cheek softly, then wiped my tears away with his thumb.

"Here's the thing darling, I'm the one in control... not you. You'll do as I say when I say and right now, I want your âss in that dress. You will be a good girl and do as you are told. Now hurry up. My guests are arriving and can't wait to see you." he says as he grips my chin tightly with an evil grin on his face.

I gulped inwardly and dropped my shoulders in defeat. He wouldn't let me get off easily. He let me go and sat down on the bed watching me.

I got dressed and kept my head down once I was done. A sob escaped my mouth when I felt him place the collar around my neck and attach the leash. "There. Now you are perfect. Let's go darling." he says smugly.

I followed behind as he tugged on the leash as we descended the stairs.

"Gentlemen. The entertainment has arrived." Derrick calls out loudly. Whoops, and hollers could be heard all around.

"Let's head to the dining room first and have dinner, then drinks. Then we can move downstairs to the playroom, so we can have some fun with our toy tonight. She has been a very naughty girl and she needs punishment. Tonight, gentlemen, is all about punishment for her and pleasure for us." Derrick says sternly.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a few of the men's expressions and they chilled me to my bones. The cruel intent is written all over their faces.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The evening had been a complete nightmare. I could barely move and I lost consciousness at least four times tonight. I was currently strapped to a bench as the last man left the party. The blood all over the floor made me feel nauseous. Derrick was sitting in his chair drinking some bourbon that one of the men brought him as a gift.

He was watching me intently and nibbling on his bottom lip. I groaned in pain and then felt my eyes close on their own. I couldn't move without excruciating pain stabbing me everywhere.

"Who do you belong to Addison?" he says with a deep and dangerous tone.

"Y-you, M-master." I whimpered painfully. The whole night I was to call him Master because in his mind that was what he was.

I wanted to scream out and say that I belonged to myself, that I was my own person, but I was weak and broken. He had broken me with a fierce determination throughout the years and I couldn't take anymore. I wouldn't survive any more of his punishments.

"Yes, that's right. Me. You belong to me." he said growling, "Are you ever going to try to run away from me again Addison?"

"N-no, Master. M-my place is h-here w-with y-you." I whispered roughly, "Master, may I have a drink of water?" he huffed with annoyance, but got up and brought a glass of water to me. He lifted the glass to my lips and I gulped greedily. My mouth was so dry from screaming that I couldn't get enough water.

He let me finish the water and then he went to sit back down. I just wanted to go lay down and never wake up, but Derrick would find a way to bring me back again and again. He would never let me go.

*Ring*

*Ring*

"Hello?" Derrick said calmly.

"Mr. Maclean, it is always a pleasure to talk to you. What? Oh, Addison is doing great. We just finished hosting a dinner party for some guests of mine. Would you like to speak to your daughter? Of course, let me take her the phone." Derrick says calmly, but the look on his face is anything but that.

"Your father is on the phone. You know the rules," he whispers harshly in my ear. Rules. Yes. To keep my mouth shut and act like everything is fan-fûcking-tastic.

Derrick placed the phone on speaker and set it close to my face.

"Halò Da. Ciamar a tha thu." I said softly. (Translation: Hello Dad. How are you?")

Oh yeah and I'm not supposed to talk in my native language. Don't get me wrong, my parents knew English, but I missed speaking my native tongue.

"Mo bhana-phrionnsa bheag. Ciamar a tha thu? Eisd, leanabh, tha do mhàthair tinn. Tha feum agam ort tighinn dhachaigh. Feumaidh i thu an seo còmhla rithe. Tha e glè chudromach gun tig thu dhachaigh." my father said with a pained voice.

(Translation: My little princess. How are you? Listen, baby, your mother is sick. I need you to come home. She needs you here with her. It is very important that you come home.)

"What? How is mum sick? She never gets sick." I said with concern.

"I don't know princess, but she is sick and I need you to come home. She needs you here baby." my father says emotionally.

I look up at Derrick and he is clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.

"I will speak to my husband and let you know by tomorrow Da. Alright?" I said hesitantly.

"Alright baby, tomorrow then. I love you princess. Give my best to that wonderful husband of yours. Bye."

"I love you too, Da. Bye." I said emotionally.

I missed my parents so much that it hurts.

Derrick disconnected the call and sat back down on the couch.

"Absolutely fûcking not. You are not leaving the fûcking country!" he growled angrily.

"B-but my mum is sick. Please let me go. I will do whatever you want. I will listen to whatever you want, but please. That is my mum." I begged frantically, "I know not to do anything bad. Believe me, I know I am yours and that there is no escaping you."

He seemed satisfied with my answer.

"Very well, on one condition." I nodded my head hesitantly, "I will place a metal wristband on your wrist, and it has a tracking device. If it ever comes off your wrist, then I will know and I will know that you are trying to escape from me." he says dangerously low.

"I will do it. Whatever will make you happy and ease your mind." Derrick just looks at me and narrows his eyes at me. He gets up and unstraps me. I fall to the ground with a grunt.

"Get yourself packed and ready to go. You will leave tomorrow evening. I will go buy you a phone, but I will be placing a tracking device on it as well. If I call you, you better fûcking answer. No excuses." he says with a growl.

I just nod my head rapidly. Derrick stomps out of the dungeon and for once I cry happy tears.

I finally get to go home after ten long excruciating years.

I feel like my heart will finally be one again.

Why do I feel like HE is waiting for me too?

Will I finally know who this yellow-eyed person is that searches for me in my dreams?

I take a deep breath and grit my teeth as I get up.

There is only one way to find out.

Scotland, here I come.