The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 71: Your Body, Mind And Soul Belongs To Me!

Chapter 71: Your Body, Mind And Soul Belongs To Me!

Her heart jumped out of her chest because of his deep heart thudding voice and the fact that he was right. She was dreaming of him, a strange dream that elicited a strange sensation in her, like when he touched her and she abhorred it.

She sat frozen on the couch, dreading to turn around and meet those soul sucking blood red eyes of his, but she strengthened her resolve, shoving aside the feeling of intimidation and mortification he induced in her.

She took a sharp inhale and mechanically sprouted up on her feet before slowly turning around to meet him.

He was already dressed up. He was clad in a luxurious black leather jacket with gold chains intersecting from one breast pocket to the other, every cut and seam were perfectly made with intricate designs. Underneath was the usual leather pants worn over boots.

His hair was let loose as usual, but gold hairpins held the hair back firmly in position, not a strand was out of place.

She suddenly realized he was fully healed as she didn’t catch a glimpse of the black weblike veins on his skin, he seemed fine, but now he seemed twice as intimidating and powerful, his presence commanding power and dominance, his aura protraying malignance and darkness.

"Are you alright, my lord?" She queried, making him squint his red eyes skeptically as he peered his gaze at her.

"What’s it to you?" He queried dryly.

"If you could heal, why didn’t you and instead waited for Zamiel to bring the cure?" She queried, her curiosity still couldn’t fully accept Damien’s explanation about them being pure breds, they seemed too secretive and mysterious for her to trust every word rolling off their lips, they could be coating a lie with a lie.

She saw a muscle in his jaws twitch and his eyes darkened before he spoke.

"I’m not obliged to satisfy your curiosity. You should know your place Rama." He warned with a hard voice and she bit down on her lower lip, aware she was almost crossing a boundary.

"The other day you were acting strange." She mentioned and he lifted one brow sarcastically.

"You went..berserk." She added in, slightly hesitant.

"Berserk." He repeated, making her wonder if he forgot about what had transpired the other day. She wanted to sigh in relief that he didn’t remember a thing and she could now breath with lessened embarrassment, when she saw that sarcastic smirk playing on his lips.

"I could never forget the sound of that moan rolling off your lips." He drawled lazily, as his crimson red eyes narrowed to a dark slit.

She maintained a neutral face but it didn’t dissuade the flicker of embarrassment and shock flashing across her eyes.

His grin widened.

"How could you be so shameless? I’m your enemy!" She hissed, her embarrassment turning into anger at his lack of shame not regret.

He shoved his hand into his trouser pockets nonchalantly, the grin splitting through his lips only widened in amusement before he spoke.

"You’re no longer my enemy, Rama. You’re a captive and there are no strings attached in pleasure, so don’t be so confrontational, feisty princess." He said with a dark chuckle reverberating beneath his breath like a soft growl, making his Adam’s apple bobble up and down his throat, but she tore her gaze away immediately she felt her intrusive thoughts start to illicit a dark thought.

"You attacked me unexpectedly, it was a vulnerable moment, but never again." She snapped, enunciating on every word rolling off her lips firmly.

"I wouldn’t call that an attack now, would I?" He drawled in a low growl, his red eyes narrowing as he ran his tongue over his elongated canines.

"Especially when you liked it, unless you’re a masochist, which is pleasing because I’m a sadist." He added, his voice was a tad lower and huskier, making it whisk into her ears in a compelling way.

She swallowed softly, her brows furrowed tightly at his erratic behaviour, but it was more because of the strange sensations he elicited in her physically, making her inner mind remind her that he was the enemy.

"Just don’t ever touch me again." She stated firmly, locking her gaze on his to portray the gravity of her seriousness.

A half hearted chuckle rolled off his lips dryly immediately she spoke, but afterwards it abruptly dropped to be replaced by a stiff countenance.

"You now belong to me, your mind, body and soul is mine. You became my possession from the moment you pleaded for death." He spouted out in a rigid tone, every word leaving his lips evoked dominance and a sense of possession.

Rama swallowed softly, she knee any word she would utter from her mouth would be useless to him, he would never listen, she was nothing more than a mere possession to him, a toy that he could make dispose of whenever he wanted.

To him she was a useless, hopeless human with no life of her own. The seers words suddenly rang in her head.

If she had to be a monster to acquire her power back and burning vengeance, then so be it, she would no longer cause any interjections in the path the universe had designed for her, she would willingly accept it as long as she attained her revenge.

"I am not a toy, neither am I your possession." Her sharp voice suddenly rang loudly, defying every fear, intimidation or shame residing in her.

"I am a living, breathing human and you have no right to control my life, because I’m not your possession and I’ll never be. My body, mind and soul will never be yours, you could force yourself on me, but it won’t make my body yours, neither my mind or soul." She said firmly while retaining her sharp gaze on him.

He started approaching her with slow daunting footsteps, the clinking sounds of his boot against the marble floor echoed louder as he moved closer, but she didn’t flinch, waver nor move, instead she stood pinned to the floor, maintaining her locked gaze on his which might have been the longest she had ever locked gazes with him for.

He stopped moving, as he halted in his steps just a few inches away from her, his dark aura was suffocating, the ooze of menace emanating from every inch of his body, made it feel like she was getting viciously sucked into an abyss of darkness.

A smirk curved the edge of his lips up, before he opened his mouth to speak.

"You’re right feisty princess, what fun will it be if it was forced? It’ll be more delighting if you gave it willingly." He whispered darkly.

"I would never give myself willingly to you!" She snapped.

"We’ll see about that feisty princess." He drawled in a low tone as his crimson eyes glinted with dark amusement and a mixture of devilishness.

Before she could stem a word, he disappeared from her sight with a gust of wind, as the door shut closed.

Her brows furrowed darkly at the implication of his words. He was confident about her willingly giving herself to him, it made her shudder, but her resolve was as strong as steel now, she wouldn’t give him that chance of satisfaction, never.

She needed to visit the seers for more elaboration on the prophecy they gave her, but how on earth would she be able to go there without anyone knowing? Even though there was no guards at the gate, she was sure she would barely make it past it without being caught.

She bolted through the doors, not after ringing a meal and eating to regain her strength to enable her brain work better.

A stray thought suddenly fleeted past her mind, she could ask lord Damien for help. It was hard to pass her by, but she figured he took a liking to her, once or twice she caught him staring but at the same time she figured she could be wrong, and it might only be his personality.

If it turned out well, she could spur a good relationship with him as friends, thereby gaining favours from him, like the saying always went, she had to keep her enemies close.

A good platonic relationship with a high vampire lord like Damien would do her some good in the future, so why not?

She walked down the hallway, hoping to run into Damien at any point since she didn’t know the location of his room and if she asked a maid for direction, it would be strange and in no time, they would definitely provoke an ugly rumor about her, not that she cared.

She walked past some maids, shooting her the side eyes as always, but they were the least of her problems, in fact they weren’t in the least of her problems at all.

She suddenly remembered she had to meet madam Eleanor and report these slimy maids to her for harrassing Malika.

She was about to divert back to look for Madam Eleanor first when her eyes narrowed to someone clambering down the stairs.

"Lord Damien!" She called out hysterically.