Chapter 89: Chained

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Chained (Trigger Warning: This Chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.) Lily’s chest heaved as she stared up at Zayn, his words echoing in her mind. Her hands trembled as she reached for his arm, desperate to find the man she knew was still in there somewhere. “Don’t touch me!” Zayn snapped, jerking away. Lily shook her head frantically. She raised her hands, moving to sign rapidly. She tried to reach him through the only means she had left. ‘Please, Zayn. This isn’t you.’ Her signing only enraged him further. She could see the disgust and annoyance in his eyes. He was clenching his jaw tightly, knuckles strained and turning white. “Even now, you defy me,” he growled, moving toward the far corner of the cave. Lily’s eyes widened as her blood ran cold. The distinct sound of chains dragged across the stone floor echoed through the cave. She recognized it instantly. This was the same sound she’d heard the night of the full moon. Silver chains. The same ones Zayn had been bound with on the night of the full moon. The same ones Zayn was once bound with during his enslavement. Unbeknownst to Zayn, Lily was all too familiar with them, too. Her father would often punish and humiliate her with the same silver chains. She was transfixed on them, shaking, as Zayn jingled them in front of her. “Your father used to love using these. Let’s see how you like them.” Lily shook her head, backing away. Zayn roughly grabbed onto her wrists and bound them together with the silver chains. The cold metal bit into her skin as she struggled. Once secured, Zayn pulled her hands above her head. She winced, chains digging into her flesh. Zayn looked at Lily’s body lustfully, his cock hardening again. The cold air in the cave caused her nipples to harden. Round pebbles, hard and erect. Her scar-littered body was on full display for him to see. Zayn grabbed another chain and looped it around Lily’s neck. She shook her head, whimpering and begging for him to release her, but he didn’t respond. He tugged at the chain around her neck, making sure it was tight enough to make her gasp. “How does it feel?” He whispered against her ear, breath hot on her skin, “To be chained. To be at the mercy of your Alpha?” Lily looked up at Zayn with pleading eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head. The more pitiful she looked, the more angry Zayn was. He brutally shoved her legs apart, positioned himself between them, and thrust into her savagely. Lily arched her back off the ground, a silent scream tearing from her throat at the intrusion. The pain was immediate and overwhelming. Her body wasn’t ready, hadn’t had time to adjust. This wasn’t loving intimacy. This was punishment. Memories of their first time flooded back – the pain, the fear, the helplessness. Any hope she’d been clinging to shattered in that moment. Zayn picked up the pace, relentless. Each thrust drove his cock deeper inside her tight cunt, the chains around her wrists clanking in a sickening rhythm. His breathing grew ragged, his movements more erratic. “You feel that?” he grunted, digging his fingers into her hips hard enough to bruise. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be fucked and used?” Lily closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. The pain between her legs was nothing compared to the agony in her heart. Pain fused with pleasure, confusing her mind. Lily couldn’t understand what she was feeling, leaving her conflicted. Zayn’s face contorted. He was also experiencing pleasure and pain, but it was an unmistakable pain. His body burned like it was on fire the closer he was to cumming. His hands traveled the length of Lily’s body. He snaked his arms around her back, feeling her pebbled nipples pressed against his chest as he violently thrust deeper inside her. He leaned down, listening to her ragged breathing and voiceless screams. Zayn’s canines grew. He leaned down and licked Lily’s neck like she was prey. He licked the mate mark on her neck. Lily squinted her eyes closed, whimpering. The mark burned like fire. Zayn sank his canines into her tender flesh, drawing blood. She arched her back. The chains shook. The pain made Lily’s eyes flutter open. She took quick, short breaths, trying to ignore the pain. She leaned her head against his shoulder, hands extended as she felt Zayn’s cock plunge deeper inside her. Her insides stretched to take his massive size, pain pulsed her core with every single thrust. But a familiar sensation was building inside her. Jolts of pleasure in between surges of pain. Heat built in her tongue, like a pressure fountain on the edge of release. Zayn felt the mounting pressure building within. With a guttural groan, he bit down harder on her shoulder. His body burned like fire as he climaxed, a permanent reminder of the torture he’d endured. Lily shook, filled with his essence. She felt his body relax against hers. But he wasn’t finished. Zayn retracted his bite and pulled out of her. Lily looked up at him with a tiny flicker of hope. He’d done what he said he was going to do. Zayn understood the look in her eyes. “No. We’re not done,” He growled, between breaths. He watched as that tiny flicker blew out, replaced with despair. Zayn flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. The chains rattled as she was forced onto her hands and knees. “You’ll know when we’re done,” he hissed, forcing himself inside her again from behind. Lily’s body shook with silent sobs. Annoyed by her weak cries, Zayn tugged sharply on the chain around her neck. He circled the silver chain around his arm and pulled hard, tightening the chain. Cutting off her air. A new wave of pain radiated through Zayn’s body. The more pain he felt, the harder he drove into her, as if it would drive away the pain. “You,” he said as he brutally slammed his cock into her, “Will learn to serve and obey!” The pressure around her throat increased as he pounded into her. Black spots danced in her vision as she gasped for air. She wanted to reach for the chains, but her hands were still bound together. Lily’s lungs desperately sucked in every last bit of air she could grasp. Lily felt her world spin. The dark spots soon covered most of her vision. But just as she was about to lose consciousness, Lily felt Zayn thrust into her with full force. Zayn groaned as he cummed a full load inside Lily, shuddering against her back. The pain was so intense he bit down on his lip, drawing blood. He pulled out of her quickly, staggering back as though he had been burned by fire. At first, his vision was a blur, and he felt like his head was spinning. But eventually, clarity returned. He refocused his sight on Lily’s crumpled form. The silver chains lay around her. Her naked form, curled into a ball. Sleek liquid stained her thighs, contrasting with the fresh blood that dripped from her shoulder. Her skin, once covered in healing wounds, was now darkened with new bruises. She wasn’t looking in his direction. Her eyes were wide, glassy, and empty with despair. He recognized it immediately; he knew it all too well. He’d once had the same look in his eyes. Without a word, Zayn turned and left. Lily didn’t move. She lay on the cold stone floor, curled in a ball. Time had lost all meaning. Her body shivered from the cold air that touched her naked form. Tears stung her face. Every part of her body ached. But eventually, her tears dried up. Her body hurt a little less. Lily moved her trembling hands, carefully removing the silver chain that was still wrapped around her neck. The cave was silent except for her ragged breathing. She struggled to her feet, legs jelly, barely able to support her own weight. She looked to the side to find the dress in tatters, ripped to shreds, and beyond repair. Naked and shivering, Lily staggered toward the cave entrance. Each step sent fresh waves of pain through her body, but something inside urged her forward. She had to get out of the cave. She had to find safety. Lily exchanged stone grounds for soil. She leaned against trees for support. Each time her vision spun or blurred, she stopped for a few seconds. As soon as she recovered, she pushed on. One more step. Just one more step. She kept repeating those words in her mind. Lily wasn’t even sure she was heading in the right direction. She put faith in her instincts and senses to guide her to safety. It wasn’t until familiar buildings appeared in the distance did she grew a little more confident. “Lily? Oh Goddess, is that you?!” Lily stumbled into the clearing, her body giving out. As she fell to her knees, she heard the familiar voice once more. “What happened to you? Who did this?!” Martha’s voice broke through the haze. Her voice was strained, filled with pain. Warm arms caught her before she hit the ground. The familiar scent of her trusted maid brought Lily a small comfort. She opened her eyes slowly. Though her vision was blurry, she was still able to identify Martha and the man who was with her. Ragnar. “How did she end up–” Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks as Lily closed her eyes. Her body slumped heavily into Martha’s arms as she slipped into unconsciousness.