CHAPTER 555: NUMB

Her master, Callista, never bothered to know his name; to her, he was the devil. The man who took everything she had to offer. A disgusting devil. The reason Callista never saw Cedric as a devil and could approach him was because in her eyes, the bloodlusted prince was a saint compared to Prince Theodore.

She has seen eye to eye with the devil and Cedric’s gold eyes were pure.

Callista lived below a human being like a slave and each day she kept on blaming herself for what. Isabella was a strong woman but everyone had a limit one day.

Isabella jumped off a deck one night when she was unable to take it anymore. Her memories of the incident were a haze or probably she was too hurt to even remember those days

"Lash her until she knows her place." Her master commanded. Isabella was the one who died, the one who jumped off but Callista was the one suffering for it.

"Please, I am begging," Callista begged. The lashes came through her skin. The next strike was sharper than the previous one. Her cries mixed with her begging. The scent of blood filled the air.

Callista begged. She begged so desperately until her lips refused to move. This was a man who had taken everything she had. Her sanity, hope and now her wanted to take her life

Her body collapsed on the ground with her eyes fixated on the window. She had gone numb to the pain. A smile appeared on her lips, maybe it was time she met her mother..

She could already imagine Lucy’s smile, and then there was Isabella, with whom she had suffered a lot. "Wait, I will join you soon." She said before her eyes went dark.

When you are cursed, fate can’t be so merciful. Even death would not spare you. She survived the ordeal and was thrown in the cells. They attended to her wounds and forced her to eat.

The master could afford to lose two of his favourite slaves. All he wanted was to break her will. At times, Callista hated her abilities. Thanks to her magic, the wounds healed naturally very fast, and soon she was presented before her master again.

Dressed in a lacy dress that barely covered anything. As a lady at 21, she looked like a goddess and it was understandable why the monster didn’t want to let go of her.

She was taken to his bedroom to serve; from the door, a loud argument could be heard. She was hesitant to enter knowing the master was fighting with his wife. "Don’t start idle " a sharp voice commanded her. She gave a stiff smile to the guard then stepped into the room.

"Greetings your highness ". Callista bowed, daring not to look at the master and mistress. The sharp eyes of her mistress fell on her. "How dare you, Theodore?" She spat.

"Octavia please enough of this!!" The master barked, silencing her. Octavia clutched her dress. Her eyes stung. Before she married him, Callista and Isabella were already in his home. Isabella had even been on her husband’s bed more than her since they got married

"You don’t need them.You have me." She begged but Theodore only smirked at her. He grabbed her face. "You don’t even get the chance to stand beside her.". He spat. Tears welled up in her eyes. She jerked off his hand and then stormed off. Her footsteps stopped before Callista whose head was still bowed.

Her hands rang across her cheeks. Slap. Callista’s face flew to the other side. Theodore watched this with a smile. He loved how Callista hid her pain behind a calm expression. How she still smiled at the servants and still helped them. She was broken but never showed it like the light that could never go dim.

"I hope you enjoy his bed." Octavia spat out like venom and then marched off. Callistia’s head was still bowed, and an evil smile was on her face. She would rather die than serve this monster but he has taken her will

"Come here," he commanded. She raised her head and then smiled at him. The rope knot untied and the robe fell exposing her delicate skin under that lace..

Callista walked slowly towards the prince and then knelt beside him. This was her first time coming to his bedroom but she knew what to do. Isabella already told her how to serve if the duty fell on her as if she knew she would take her life soon

Virginity, to some, was gold; to her, it was just one of the things this monster was about to take from her. His favourite was dead and it was time he tasted the fruit he had kept ripe for so long

Theodore had assaulted Callista in so many ways before, but he saved the best for the last. Callista’s hand reached for his trousers. It didn’t shake as she took out the disgusting monster he had hidden under.

Theodore smiled, enjoying every moment of it. He grabbed her head forcing her to look up at him. "Take me in. I am sure Bella already explained how to do it." He instructed.

She nodded, her eyes flickering to his throbbing length. Inside she was already numb so this meant nothing. She opened her mouth and took him in inch by inch. His moans slipped out of his mouth.

She was sure that after Tonight, she would be permanently tainted. Theodore moaned, each one, breaking what little was left in Callista.

The door was pushed open, and fast footsteps stopped at the door. Callista wanted to jerk away but was stopped by his sharp words. " Don’t you dare stop," he warned, then his eyes shifted to the door.

"I am sorry for interrupting your highness, but there is an emergency ", the guard said. Theodore frowned, "What happened?"

The guard nervously spoke. "I heard an army from Draconia just invaded the boundary." The knight said. Theodore’s teeth gritted, and he shoved Callista away. Her head struck the bed frame before she fell on the floor..blood trickling off the wound.

Theodore didn’t spare her a look. He quickly put on his trousers and strode out.

Callista didn’t move from the bed. Her body curled up and she started to cry again. Even if he didn’t take it tonight he would take it later.

Why was her life like this? What did she do to deserve all this? ..

The hair on her skin curled, and an overwhelming presence filled the room. Callista struggled to sit up. Her eyes were darting around the room. The blood blurred her sight.

Then she saw her. "Who are you?" She asked the mysterious figure sitting on the bed. "Your saviour dear heroine."

.