Chapter N1ne: Elysia's Nightmare; Bound by Chain and Fate

Elysia woke up from her sleep, only to be shocked by what she saw. Her hands and feet were tightly bound to the bed with chains, preventing her from moving. Fear gripped her heart when she noticed a pair of glowing red eyes staring at her in the darkness. Slowly, the figure approached.

She felt a cold hand run across her leg, sending shivers down her spine. She screamed in terror, begging not to be touched. As soon as she cried out, the room was suddenly illuminated, revealing the young man who had kidnapped her. He was now right in front of her, his strikingly handsome face contrasting with the eerie redness of his eyes. She could feel his breath against her skin and his icy hand pressing against her chest.

"P-please... don't," Elysia whimpered, tears forming in her eyes.

"Shh... Shut the fuck Up bitch!!!," the young man commanded as he licked her neck.

Elysia burst into tears, unable to stop him. She screamed again when he touched her intimately, feeling his freezing hands against her skin.

"Stop! Please, stop!" she pleaded, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Why are you crying? This is only natural, especially since you are my destined partner," he said in a cold voice.

"N-no! I don't even know you! Please... just stop!" she begged.

"Is that so? You don't know me?" the young man said mockingly.

He suddenly stopped what he was doing and released her from the chains. Looking into her eyes, he smirked.

"If you deny that you're my partner, then tell me—what should you do to stay alive?" he asked with an amused grin.

Elysia dropped to her knees, crying. She kept her head down, too afraid to look at the man towering over her.

"P-please, sir, don't kill me! Even if it means becoming your slave, I will accept it," she said, her voice trembling.

"A slave? That's the funniest request I've ever heard," he laughed.

"But since you asked, I will grant your wish. From now on, you are my slave, and you will obey my every command," he added.

Draegon grabbed Elysia and dragged her to the servants' quarters. He forced her through a rectangular wooden door, dark mahogany in color. Inside, Elysia saw a narrow hallway lined with doors along the walls. The hallway had a modern look—its icy-white walls, polished dark wooden floors, and plain ceiling made it feel cold and lifeless.

Draegon held Elysia's arm so tightly that she winced in pain, tears welling up in her eyes. Despite seeing her discomfort, he felt no sympathy—in fact, he seemed to enjoy it. They walked down the narrow corridor until they reached the very last door, identical to the others.

When they entered, Elysia saw the servants gathered around, eating their meals. Without warning, Draegon struck her, sending her crashing to the floor. She lay there, unable to get up, her body aching from the blow. Tears streamed down her face as she realized the cruel fate awaiting her.

"A new slave!," Draegon announced, looking at another woman as if giving her instructions.

Then, without another word, he left the room, seemingly pleased with himself.

Elysia was in pain—not just from the strike but from the way Draegon treated her. She could feel the cold, merciless nature of his heart.

The other servants rushed to help her stand. They supported her and guided her to sit at the dining table.

"Rana, give her something to eat," said an older woman.

"Yes, Rahna," one of the servants responded.

Rana handed Elysia some food. As she took a bite, she couldn't stop the tears from falling. One of the other servants gently rubbed her back to comfort her. Despite her sorrow, she could tell that the servants were kind-hearted.

"Don't cry," Rahna, the older woman, told her.

Rahna's expression was serious. She didn't smile, but her face had a calm, gentle look, as if she couldn't hurt anyone. Her dark brown eyebrows remained straight as she observed Elysia. Her black eyes held a mix of sadness and anger as she watched the young woman weep.

"Crying won't do you any good. I don't want to see you looking weak when you face our king," Rahna stated firmly.

"I-I'm sorry," Elysia whispered between sobs.

"Never show weakness in front of the king. If he sees you as worthless, he'll have no use for you. And when that happens, you'll become nothing more than his drink," Rahna warned.

Elysia nodded silently, understanding the grave reality of her situation. She knew Rahna wasn't scolding her out of cruelty but rather trying to prepare her for survival in Draegon's hands.

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After finishing her meal at the servants' dining area, Elysia returned to her room. Inside, she could see a large arched window next to her white bed. To the left of the bed was a big pink chest for clothes, and beside it was a small pink table with a mirror and other personal items. The room was small, as if space had been used sparingly.

She sat on the bed, staring at the window, deep in thought. She didn't notice the soft knocking at her door. Suddenly, the door opened, and a trembling servant girl appeared. She was pale and sweating, as if she hadn't eaten for days.

"T-The King is… calling for you," the servant stammered nervously.

Elysia noticed that the girl was covering her neck as if hiding something. Before she could ask, the servant quickly left in a hurry.

Curious about the strange reaction, Elysia decided to go to the King. When she arrived at the grand hall, she saw the young man seated on the throne. His handsome face was captivating, his sea-green eyes showing no emotion. He had an aura of gentleness, as if he could do no harm. His well-shaped lips remained closed as he leaned back on his seat.

Elysia suddenly realized that the young man was staring at her. Feeling nervous, she quickly looked down, stopping herself from meeting his gaze. But the moment she stole another glance at him, he was no longer on the throne.

A cold sensation brushed against her back.

Startled, she turned around—and there he was, standing right behind her. He reached out and held her arm, his hands slowly moving to her waist.

Her heart pounded wildly. She felt helpless, unable to resist his touch, as if her body was surrendering to his will.

Then, Lord Draegon leaned close to her ear and whispered,

"How old are you, Elysia?"

"I... I'm seventeen," she answered, her voice trembling.

"How... how do you know my name?" she asked, her voice shaking with fear.

Lord Draegon did not answer the young woman's question. Instead, he suddenly appeared in front of her in an instant. Elysia's eyes widened in shock, making the young man smirk. Slowly, he stepped closer until their breaths intertwined.

Elysia's heartbeat quickened, and she found herself frozen in place. Her cheeks flushed red as the young man stared at her intensely. His serious gaze seemed to carry a hidden message. Then, he leaned in even closer and whispered into her ear once more.

"I'll fuck you when your 18, one year is fast," whispered by the young man with lust tone on his voice.

Elysia's eyes widened further at his words. She couldn't understand why he would say such a thing—he was a king, after all. Surely, he wouldn't take an interest in a mere servant like her.

Before she could process his words, a sharp pain suddenly pierced her neck.

She struggled against his tight grip, trying to push him away by pressing against his chest, but his strength was far greater than hers. Tears welled up in her eyes as pain shot through her body. Helpless, she began to sob. Her tears streamed down her cheeks as soft hiccups escaped her lips.

Hearing her cries, the young man finally stopped and looked at her. He saw the sadness in her tear-filled eyes—the silent frustration of someone too weak to resist him. Even with her blurred vision, Elysia could still see his once beautiful eyes, now glowing red.

"You are weak, but you have the sweetest blood I've ever tasted," he whispered, his lips curling into a smirk as blood dripped from his mouth.

Upon hearing his words, Elysia's vision blurred. Darkness slowly consumed her surroundings until she lost consciousness.

She remained unconscious for several hours. When she finally woke up, she found herself in a dark room. There was no sunlight—only black walls surrounding her. Alarmed, she quickly sat up and scanned her surroundings.

Ss she looked around, she noticed a figure standing near the door. Though it did not move, she could feel its gaze fixed on her, watching from a distance. It was completely black, like a shadow, yet its shape resembled a human.

A chill ran down Elysia's spine. Fear gripped her, but she forced herself to stay calm. Gathering her courage, she spoke.

"W-Who are you?" she asked hesitantly.

Instead of answering, the figure let out a low, eerie laugh.

Slowly, it began moving toward her.

Terrified, Elysia backed away until she collapsed onto the bed once more. Her entire body trembled as she watched the shadowy figure draw closer.

The young woman heard laughter after she asked a question. The creature Elysia saw approached slowly as she backed away from her standing position until she fell back onto the bed. Her whole body trembled because of what she saw.

His hands and feet went numb, making it almost impossible for her to move, while the creature she had seen was approaching the bed. And that's exactly what happened, the creature approached her and slowly mounted the woman. He slowly held the young woman's two legs and forcefully spread them. Elysia was shocked by the creature's actions, and what was worse was that she couldn't scream as if something was covering her mouth. The creature's head slowly approached the young woman's face until she felt the breath escaping from the maiden's nose.

Suddenly, the surroundings lit up, and Elysia saw the being hovering over her. She was surprised to see Lord Draegon's face grimacing at her.

"A... what are you doing?," the girl said, trembling as she tried to speak.

The young man just frowned and didn't answer the young woman's question. He slowly concealed Elysia's joy until he saw her garment. He slipped his cold hand under the garment and caressed the delicate part of the young woman. He felt Elysia's warm body touch his hand. Elysia's eyes widened, and she tried to break free from the young man. She stopped the young man's hand from touching her private parts, but suddenly, the young man grabbed both of the young woman's hands and tied them upwards.

"Don't! Please don't!," Elysia shouted, tears streaming down her face.

"Elysia ... this is natural," said the young man, still grimacing.

"Ha... this is not natural!," replied the young woman who was struggling.

The young man laughed again at the young woman and looked into her eyes. He immediately removed his hand from the young woman's private area and placed it on the young lady's chest. Draegon caressed the young woman's chest and squeezed it. After that, he turned his hand to the maiden's neck. The young man removed the hair from the young woman's neck and slowly licked it.

"Please don't, I'm already scared," the young woman said, almost in tears.

Elysia sobbed because of the fear she felt due to what the young man did to her.

The maiden's eyes filled with sadness, which Lord Draegon happened to notice. He released her hand, which had been gripping the maiden's hand, and stopped licking it. Elysia could clearly see the cold expression on the young man's face, devoid of any emotion as he stared at her. He didn't smile when he was looking at the young lady. The young man left Elysia in the room and let her cry.

"Shit, why did I do that ???," the young man whispered, quickly moving away from the young woman.