0.1. The Demon and The Princess

“Someone … ”

Her hoarse voice faded into the dark, reaching no one. The small, frightened girl casted her distant eyes towards the enclosure’s beyond. Dark–she could scarcely make out the crude brick walls no more than a dozen meters away. The faint light leaking from the recesses of the heavy door drew an orange streak on the floor.

Her dress soiled with dirt, long silver hair had lost its luster. 

She sat up painfully, reaching out her arm. Mana condensed, coalescing a small ball of water. She leaned forward and gulped it down. Wiping the corner of her mouth, she shivered.

Cold.

Her memories of what led to this situation were hazy, she couldn’t remember how long it had been since she woke up. All she knew was that someone had drugged her–in her own room, and taken her here. For what reason did she need to be subjected to something like this? She didn’t know.

But she was still alive. Escaping was her highest priority.

However ...

She touched the black crest on her neck, a grimacing frown reflected on her face.

A slave crest.

She, the second imperial princess of Equestria, had been kidnapped and enslaved. 

Had she ever offended anyone? What had she ever done? Who would do something like this to her? What would they gain from this? 

She had already simulated these questions in her mind countless times–but alas, no answers could be deduced no matter how hard she thought.

She, who had no other talent except playing the role of the family flower, had no interest in politics. She didn’t understand why would anyone think of her as a threat? 

She didn’t understand. What had she done wrong? Why?

Creak.

The hinge of the door extended.

A looming dread clutched her heart as a flood of leaky light poured in. The dark recess of the chamber illuminated.

Shackling chains riveted into gray brick wall, scissor-like torture devices she had mistaken as table before, gags hanging on racks molded over. Tables with various jars filled to the brim with yellowish liquid, floating within were mysterious human organs.

The silhouette of the man over a blinding backdrop, eyes squinted, she tried to discern who it was that entered. A part of her wanted to ask whoever it was that entered, why he, or she, was here; another part of her, alarmed and frightened, strongly warned against approaching said person. Anyone who came to approach her in this room, by logic, had to be in some kind involved in her kidnap.

She crawled to the darkest corner of the small cage.

“Your Highness, are you hungry?” His husky voice was tempting, yet jestingly creepy. She pressed herself harder into the bars, not knowing how to respond. 

Her heart was thumping painfully, her dull amethyst irises shook, conveying the dismay that shook her mind. 

“Answer me, Your Highness,” he chuckled.

A burning sensation came from her neck where the black crest rested. The searing heat made her realize something: this person in front of her was her current master.

“N-No,” she responded in haste. 

“Is that so? I see … I see. You still have the energy left to hold yourself. In that case, how about we have some fun?”

The door behind him shut, the room returned to darkness. She panicked, digging her head further into her knees when suddenly, the magic lanterns in the room sprung to life. 

Her eyes hadn’t deceived her. 

Licking his lips he stared at her with his crimson red eyes. The maniacal lust of the man towards her body …

He was indeed one of her classmates.

… She could feel it.

“W-Why are you doing this?”

“I’ve been ordered to discipline you as I wish, which means … ” a cunning smile flashed across his face.

“N-No, p-please ...”

“Lie down on the ground and open up your legs, this is an order.”

“U-Uh, n-no … ”

The searing pain on her neck grew severe. She could already guess how things would develop, she just didn’t think her friend would be the one to do this … 

“Your siblings must’ve been really jealous. Such a beauty– open up wide.”

“No! Trevor, please!” She pleaded.

Trevor Loid, first son of Marquis Loid. She had known him since 10 years old, he was one of her closer childhood friends until a few years ago when she rejected his confession. Though she did not like him, she had made certain to treat him with courtesy.

… So, how did it come to this?

“Your Highness, shh–”

The crest burned, she screamed, only to feel the pain intensify. 

With tears dripping from the corner of her eyes, she laid with her fair legs peeking out of the cage. Trevor came nearer and ran his fingers across her skin, she groaned.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, m-my apologies Your Highness … ” the trembling excitement in his voice–he couldn’t stop shaking. How long had he dreamt of this moment?

“N-No … nm … ” She couldn’t speak. The moment she disobeyed, the crest would flare up, causing the cycle of pain to start all over.

Endure …

This pain and humiliation. His inexperience caresses and disordered breathing, he found her resistance stimulating. Wanting to see her struggle more, he reached towards the sacred place under her dress.

She gritted her teeth and spilled tears.

He rubbed his fingers all around.

“You’re wet already … ” he pulled his hands out and licked his fingers.

He got up and walked towards a table. There, he grabbed a key and inserted it into the cage’s keyhole.
Click. 

It was unlocked.

“Your Highness … I’m coming … ” he entered the cage with a delirious expression.

She shook her head desperately, wishing she could deny his existence, wishing that she would wake up from this bad dream.

“Be a good girl and let me play with you. No hitting or biting, okay? This is an order,” his whisper was so soft, delicate–that of a devil’s.

With that order set, the only resistance she could put up now was to writhe and shake. She couldn’t speak, move, nor fight …

No. There was still one.

He brought her hair up to his nose and smelled it. 

“Smells so good … ”

Secretly, she began weaving mana around her fingers.

He pulled up her dress, straddling her body he leaned towards her face.

She had one shot at this. If she failed, everything would be over.

“Your Highness, do you like me?” He asked with a silly expression. 

“...”

“Oh right. Your Highness can’t talk. In that case, I’ll just assume Your Highness really likes me … ”

The Trevor she knew was a kind, respectful person. Even after she had rejected him, he had always treated her with cordial intentions. She didn’t know how he became like this–no. Those interactions with him had been an act, hadn’t it?

She had been overlooking the truth, he had been wearing a mask behind his true emotions. 

The black aura that clouded him more and more as the days turned to months, and when she saw him during the party … 

She summoned an ice spike and commanded it to stab into him immediately.

The ice dispersed into mist upon contact with his shirt. Her eyes widened in shock.

“No hurting me in any way, this is an order,” he grinned.

She looked at him in horror, her attempt had failed. The thought of suicide crossed her mind. But she was afraid. She didn’t want to die. Not here, not now. 

He licked her lips. She tilted her head back in resistance.

“S-Salty–I can’t believe it, I really can’t believe it … Your Highness is mine … you’re really mine. I can actually do whatever I want … this is bliss … ” Trevor’s gaze clouded over as his pent up desires burst forth.

She tried to turn her head–her attempts only aroused him further. His tongue invaded her’s, she stammered. His saliva pouring into her, the sticky sensation and sloshing of their mucus caused a seed of trauma in her heart to blossom.

She was being defiled.

She, the second imperial princess, was being defiled.

He gasped in heat, leaving a silver string between their lips. She wanted to spit it out.

“Swallow it, this an order.”

But she had no choice. The rancid mucus went down her throat. He began taking off her dress from the shoulder. 

In the midst of it, he leaned in and licked her tears.

“I love you so much, Your Highness. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to take care of you well. We will enjoy our time together lots and lots … okay?”

Her hollow eyes peered into his. 

‘It’s over...’

Whatever resistance she’d put up by this point would be nothing but a lewd act in front of him. Her fate had been decided ever since she woke up in this nightmare. She could do nothing but accept.

‘Why … ’

Why was the world so cruel to her?

She felt his hand slip into her clothes. He began rubbing himself all over, feeling for every part of her skin while she imagined her world crumbling.

‘Why … ’

It didn’t matter that she was once a princess. As a slave, all were equal in the light of the dark realities of human nature. Nothing more, nothing less. 

‘Why … ’

Trapped in the darkness where her pleas were left unheard had robbed her of her willpower. It would be better if he quickly got it over with so that she could find something to eat later … 

‘Ah … I see … ’

She lived a carefree life of luxury without much of a desire for anything. She wasn’t one to fight for her needs, nor an ambitious person who forced her ideals upon anyone. 

She was a spoiled princess, naive and innocent. Her inaction was what led to her demise … 

‘It’s my fault...’

She closed her eyes, feeling the disgusting warmth envelop her body.

“Geh?!”

A pig-like squeal resounded accompanied by a loud thud, she felt the weight against her body disappear.

“Your Highness. Did he order anything like kill yourself if he dies?”

A different voice. She felt a gentle touch on her shoulders, her eyes fluttered open. A golden aura of light covered her view.

This familiar boy with brilliant blue eyes and auburn hair. His concerned gaze …

“You … ” her voice choked out weakly. Her mind was too fuzzy to discern who this was–but one thing was for sure.

She was saved.

“Your Highness, did he order you to self-destruct if he dies?” he asked again.

She shook her head weakly.

“Alright, close your eyes.”

She obeyed. And heard the sounds of crunching bone and splattering blood. But she wasn’t afraid. No. Not anymore. 

“Keep your eyes closed.”

She felt his hand around her back, pulling her into a cradle in his arms.

“Now, let’s get out of here.”