Pet - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

"How long do you think you can keep silent, pet?” Remus’ voice pulls me out of my daze. I’m a sweaty, horny mess. When Remus said he wasn’t going to be gentle with me, I assumed that he meant that he was going to hurt me. So far all he’s done is use his talented tongue and fingers to turn my body to mush.

I refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing me sigh in pleasure. He’s a monster. And no matter what he does, I’ll never be able to forgive him for the condition he put Leah in. I feel his fingers around my throat, and open my eyes, gasping lightly. He’s straddled over me completely, his purple eyes boring into me.

“So naïve," he says. He pulls his fingers from inside of me, and I let out a relieved sigh. I expect his grip to let go of my arms but he does the exact opposite. He tightens his grip. I flinch and begin to struggle, fear replacing my aroused aura. Remus lets out a breathy laugh.

“Oh, that’s right. You thought that by refusing to make a sound, that you were winning something huh?” His eyes flash and he’s gazing at me with a sadistic look that terrifies me.

“I don’t care for your moans, pet. What I want is simple.” His grip tightens around my throat, and my airway is immediately cut off.

“Your screams,” he whispers. Without warning, a shooting pain explodes between my legs as he forces himself roughly inside of me. He let’s go of my body just in time for me to suck in a deep breath and scream. I’ve never felt such pain before.

Like someone has shoved a heated pole between my legs. It’s excruciating.

“That’s it pet. Scream for me. Let me hear your agony,” he growls above me as he pulls out only to thrust back into me, earning a shockwave of pain.

“Oh God!” I scream. I try and remove my arms from his steel grip, but he holds it tight. I don’t know how long I sit in this position, or how long I beg him to stop. But he doesn’t. It’s as if my screams only fuel him more.

Suddenly, my body is lifted and I’m forced on my stomach. Remus doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. He’s back on me, roughly threading his fingers through my hair, and yanking my neck back at an uncomfortable angle.

“You are just like the rest of your pitiful race. Thinking that you are entitled to something when you are not. Slavery is in your DNA it’s what you were created for," he grounds out. I feel his hand snaking up the front of my body until it closes around my throat.

“Scream for me.” I want to. God knows I want to. The pain is unbearable. But his fingers are cutting off my air supply. I can’t breathe. I reach up, trying to pry his fingers away and he takes it as an opportunity to grab both of my hands in one of his, forcing them in front of me as he shoves me deeper into the mattress on my knees.

His grip tightens and I can feel my bones being pulled apart slowly and searing pain rips through my arms.

“I said scream,” he growls. I scream. I scream and beg and cry for mercy of any kind. But it never comes. Eventually, I feel Remus shudder above me, and my insides grow warm with a foreign liquid. He lets me fall flat on the mattress, my breathing erratic. My throat stinging.

I think that maybe he’s done. Maybe he’s taught me the lesson he’s been meaning to. I feel his finger tracing down my cheek, and my body involuntarily shakes from fear. I feel the soft press of Remus’ lips against my cheek, and a whimper escapes me.

“I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”

* * * * *

Raw. My throat is raw. I wouldn’t be shocked if I coughed up blood. That’s how bad it hurts. I slowly crack my eyes open, gazing around the room with my eyes. I can’t move my body. It hurts. Everywhere it hurts. Especially between my legs. Tears spill over, falling into my hair and soaking the pillow. Obviously, this man isn’t human.

But from the events last night, this man has no kind of basic rights of living beings in his head. I try and sit up, and cringe immediately as pain explodes throughout me.

The door on the far side of the room opens and in walks Remus. He looks unbothered. He’s dressed in all white with his hair pulled back in that loose ponytail. If my throat weren’t already in such pain from screaming all night, I would scream in that moment. He did it. He instilled utter fear in me. Actually, fear is downplaying it. He’s instilled pure, unfiltered terror. Terror of him.

His purple gaze travels to me, and he comes to where I am in the middle of the bed. I begin crying harder, as he gets closer to me. I open my mouth to beg him. I don’t even know what for, but all that comes out is a hoarse whisper.

He sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming my naked body. He reaches over me, and I flinch and close my eyes, but open them when I feel the cool sheets pulled over my body.

“Enter.” Remus’ voice carries across the room without him having to even raise it, and in walks servants. They don’t have inhibitors, but they all keep their eyes trained down as they come in with trays of food, setting them on the coffee table in the middle of the room. I can hear the light clanking of the trays as some of them are even shaking in fear. They all leave just as quickly as they came, not bothering to spare me a glance.

“You need to eat,” Remus says. I move my gaze to him. He’s gazing at me with a blank expression like always. I close my eyes, not knowing what else to do. After a moment of silence, I feel Remus hands underneath my body as he picks me up. I immediately open my eyes and try to jerk away from him, a full-on panic attack gripping my body. Each time I move, there is more and more pain.

Remus carries me to the bathroom, steam wafting through the room upon our entrance. He carries me straight to the tub, which is filled with warm water, and sets me down gently in the water. I still feel pain, but the warm water soothes my aching muscles. I open my eyes and look down at my body.

My eyes widen in shock. There are black bruises all over my flesh. Some in the form of fingers, and some in the form of black spots. I can feel myself hyperventilating, as I take in more and more bruising. Eventually, my gaze wanders up to Remus, who is sitting on the edge of the tub watching me. He’s gazing down at me with those deep eyes, not an ounce of regret on his face.

It’s scary, that something like him exists in the universe. Not an ounce of care about anything. Not a regret for hurting me so. For breaking an innocent woman’s bones. For killing out half the world, and enslaving us. All of us. And one question that bothers me and terrifies me the most, is why is he here.

Why did he come to the Earth? And why is he staying here? There’s something more to his arrival than just conquering the Earth. They did that a long time ago, and there’s no telling how long he’s been here is he was some kind of nobility in his barbaric society. It’s despicable, a race so strong that prey on the weak.

“You look as if you resent me.” Remus voice echos off the wall, and he’s gazing at me with an amused twinkle in his eye. I don’t respond. I can’t. My voice is shot.

“I can never understand why the people of the earth feel as if they deserve something. You are not entitled. Yet that is the biggest lie you have instilled in your people for generations is the fact that you all have the basic right to freedom," he laughs. Fucking laughs.

“You tell your people this, but where were you when the Egyptians were enslaving people? Or when your whites enslaved your blacks, and told them they weren’t even human. They were property. Or here’s a better one. Where were your people when one man stood up in Germany, and enslaved a whole religion? And blatantly stuffed them into work camps. To kill them,” he snaps his fingers.

“Oh. That’s right. You were agreeing. You were enslaving. You were turning them in to help yourselves. That’s why we were so easy to destroy. You turned against each other in a time when you needed each other most.” He reaches down, tightly gripping my chin and bringing my gaze up to his. Even though the water is warm, his tone and demeanor drop, causing me to shake.

“You need to abandon any notion that you deserve freedom. Or that it is a basic right. That’s the biggest lie your race has ever conjured.”

He stands to leave the bathroom, pausing at the door and gazing back at me.

“Oh. If you ever rebel against me in public again, I will break you. Right there. And I do mean that literally.”

* * * * *

I’m nibbling on a piece of toast. Every time I close my eyes, I see Leah’s pained face. I hate that there is nothing that I can do. Nothing. Remus has broken me within a matter of hours. Each time I think about rebelling against him, I want to vomit. That’s how scared I am.

“Iris. Eat.” I jump a little and begin chewing again at the sound of Remus’ authoritative voice. We’ve been at his home for a day. Today he made me eat in some kind of large living room. It’s spacious and bright. He’s sitting in a chair on the far side of the room, studying something. I feel like a child.

Remus stands and heads over to the door. I keep my eyes trained out the glass wall, looking at the beautiful scenery before me. I miss the outdoors. Even though the blight was a city of ruin, it was still outside. And I was free. Able to come and go as I please. And able to feel the sun against my cheeks. The wind through my hair.

Remus keeps me inside all the time, only able to watch the scenery whenever we reached a room. I look around and the room is empty. I immediately stand and move across the room, to the glass wall. I press my hand against the glass and can feel the warmth of the sun against my palm.

“Iris step away from there.” Remus’ voice is smooth and silky.

“You were right, brother. She is exquisite.” I tense and immediately turn my head to look at the new voice, completely forgetting the number one rule of not looking them in the eyes. He’s beautiful just like his brother, though instead of his hair reaching his waist like Remus’, it falls to his shoulders and curls gently around his face. He also seems younger. He’s more lean than built and shorter than his brother.

His eyes aren’t the same as Remus’ too. Instead of purple, I’m looking at one green, and one blue. He raises a brow at me, and I immediately duck my head, gazing at their feet.

“Come here Iris,” Remus says. I force myself to move towards him. Every time I get close to him, I begin to shake from fear. And now isn’t any different. My body is shuttering, and my knees are wobbly the closer I get. I hear a deep chuckle as Remus places a hand out to steady me. squeeze my eyes shut.

“Damn Remus, what did you do to her?” His brother asks.

“Merely taught her a lesson,” Remus quips. I hear the excitement in his voice. Now I’m in the room with two Leviathan, both of which are brothers. There’s no telling how evil this one is.

“So what made you finally decide to take a personal ?” The room is silent, and Remus finally speaks as he walks away.

“She intrigued me," he says simply. They both head to the opposite of the room, taking a seat where Remus was seated earlier. I’m still standing in the middle of the room when Remus calls out to me.

“Iris. Eat.” His voice is stern, so I move back to my seat and begin nibbling at the food in front of me.

Remus

Even though my brother is here to discuss important matters, I can’t tear my gaze away from Iris. Such a foolish creature. When I saw her in that waste land she calls home, I was going to kill her. Just like I did the rest of her group of heathen females. But the more I watched her, the more I saw it. That spark. And now when I look at her, that spark is almost gone. Almost.

I knew when I decided to take her to the celebration she wasn’t ready. But I was intrigued. I wanted to see if she would once again let emotion rule her instead of logic. And she didn’t disappoint. Eventually, I am going to destroy that spark. And she will be nothing more than a former shell of herself.

I study her as she sits over there pretending to eat. But I know that she is listening. Her hair is in tight ringed curls and doesn’t fall past her chin. But I don’t mind. I can see the delicate shape of her slender throat. She was too skinny and malnourished and her hair was matted and filthy. Now she looks like she should. She is stunning. And she’s all mine.

“Remus.” My brother snaps at me. I shift my gaze back at him from my pet.

“Right,” I say. I reach to the blueprints I’d been drawing up all day. The Earth decided to form a resistance against us. A whole community of foolish humans believed that this Earth belongs to them. And as the head of the Leviathan race, it’s my job to stomp and eliminate them completely. That’s where my brother comes in.

I let my worry shine through and give Ezra a worried gaze.

“Are you sure you want to do this, brother? We can send someone else.” I say in a serious tone. I can see his anger at the suggestion. He hates it when I suggest others do something in his place. But he is a part of the royal family, which makes his life more important to preserve.

“I wish you would stop treating me like a child. I can manage on my own. I do control the whole fleet of our army remember.” He snaps at me. I let out a laugh. Yes, he hates when I make him seem like a child. But he is my brother. My only brother and my youngest brother. There’s me, then our sister, and lastly born was Ezra. And he’s always been treated with the most care. And for good reason too.

“Yes. I remember brother.” I say. His strange eyes roam over the satellite images I conjured up of the resistances fortress. Ezra was born with the traits of the elite, except for his eyes. The only known Leviathan to date that has two different colored eyes. My sister and I got the white hair and the violet eyes which is physical proof of our standing in society. We are higher than anyone in our race could imagine being. We are divine.

Our brother got the hair as well, but his eyes are not looked upon as a deformity, but a divinity. More proving that he is more than those lower than us.

“When will I see you again,” I ask. Ezra looks up, and I can see that he finally notices that I’m worried.

“Is there something that I should know Remus?” He asks. I keep his gaze but I can’t lie to him. Not anymore. I let out a deep sigh, and shift my gaze to Iris. She’s sitting in the same spot not even chewing the toast in her hand. I can tell she’s trying to listen to our conversation. I look back to Ezra, and begin speaking in our native tongue.

“They’re building weapons,” I say. Ezra sits back in his seat.

“Can they do any damage?” he asks.

“From what we’ve seen so far, yes. The question is, how are they getting the information and the tools to fight us,” I say. It’s a question that’s been bothering me for the longest time now. When we first arrived, they had no idea how to even compare to fighting us. It was like an ant and a boot. The fight was laughable. And now, there are reports of weapons that are doing some form of damage to us.

“There’s a traitor,” Ezra speaks. I nod my head.

“And this traitor may very well be in the midst of the resistance.” Ezra’s eyes light up at my admission, his excitement growing at the idea of a hunt. He’s as sadistic as I am, he just does a better job at hiding it. He gains people's trust and makes relationships before he blows it all up in a matter of seconds. And that is why he is the head of our armada.

He stands to leave, and I stand with him.

“Be careful, Ezra,” I say. He gives me a goofy smile and walks away taking the blueprints with him.

“Aren’t I always.” I roll my eyes at him. Hardly.

Iris

Remus’ brother leaves the room, with a large smile on his face, and I can’t help but wonder what it was they were even talking about. I don’t have long to myself before Remus turns his attention back on me.

“Iris.” I tense, all of my muscles freezing in fear at the fact that he is acknowledging me. I hate it. I hear his mocking chuckle as he comes near me. He squats in front of me, with a smile on his face as he looks at me. But it’s not kind. It’s not gentle. It’s terrifying.

He reaches out, cupping my face in his hands and bringing his nose to my throat. He inhales, and I can’t stop the shiver that escapes my body.

“You smell so delightful,” he murmurs. He suddenly gets up moving away from me, walking towards a cabinet in the corner of the large room. I catch myself admiring his muscular form from behind. And I hate myself for it. He’s a monster. He hurt me, and feels no remorse in behind it. Yet I can’t make myself look away.

I try and make myself feel enough hate to want to find a new way out of here, but I can’t. Just the thought of rebelling and getting caught has me in such a fear-ridden state. Because of him.

He comes back over, setting a glass down on the table in front of me. My stomach drops as I take in the pink liquid. I just stare at it.

“Drink,” Remus says out of nowhere. I don’t though. I can’t move.

“Iris. You know that I don’t like to repeat myself,” he says in irritation. My mouth is dry suddenly, and I reach out with shaky hands grabbing the pink liquid. I bring it to my lips and swallow, once again receiving that refreshing feeling. I hear Remus shuffle and he’s in front of me, his gaze penetrating my very being.

“See that wasn’t so hard now was it.”

He stands and walks over to the chair across the room and takes a seat, looking at me expectantly. I immediately jump up and move to where he is seated. The whole time his scary gaze is watching me. He grabs ahold of my hand, and I get terrified as soon as he touches me. He pulls me down on top of him and reaches up to trace my cheek. I close my eyes, tears already beginning to fall, my body shaking violently.

I hear a soft laugh and when I open them again, Remus is looking at my face as if he’s taking in every detail.

“My sweet pet. I haven’t even touched you yet.” He leans in close to me and brushes his lips lightly against mine. I’m shaking so much. He places a light peck against my lips.

“Just relax.”