Chapter 1 Legend

• ~ Damon ~
• Once upon a time, there was a mighty king who ruled over the land. The king ruled with an iron fist. He was cold and ruthless. No one dared to stand in his way. Until one day, along came a girl.
• The girl was enchanting. She had dark brown hair and light blue and purple eyes. He fell in love with her the moment he saw her. Using all his strength, he was able to capture her. He forced his way into her heart until she became his.
• But what the king didn’t realize was how strong the girl actually was. With just the touch of a finger, she could bring him down to his knees. He thought he had control over her, but she was controlling him all this time. And one day, with just a change of her heart, she went in for the kill. Along with a soft kiss, she put a bullet to his heart and his life was never the same again.
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• Damon’s steps were slow but firm as he descended down towards the dark basement. His fists were clenched tightly and a small smirk crept up his face. He heard the sound of chains rattling and it made his heart beat in excitement.
• Making his way into the deepest part of the basement, under the harsh fluorescent light that hung from the ceiling, Damon made out the figure of a girl who was chained to the wall. Her long white dress was torn up and dirty. Her long dark hair was unkempt and it fell down to cover her face.
• Standing at an arm’s length away, Damon reached for her chin and tilted up her face. The hair that covered her face fell away and she stared up at him with those bright violet eyes of hers.
• “Good morning, sweet girl,”
• Damon’s voice was low and haunting. The girl shuddered at his touch and her eyes showed signs of fear. She let out a small whimper and flinched back, but the chains locking her hands above her head didn’t let her go too far.
• “Damon…”
• Violet’s voice was weak, almost like a whisper. Damon let out a smirk as he tightened his grip on her chin. He leaned closer and closer to her until his breaths were hitting her neck. Violet swallowed hard as Damon stared her down like a lion stalking its prey. She knew this wasn’t going to end well for her. She shot a mafia king in the chest and left him bleeding to death. Luckily, his men came quickly after hearing the gunshot. They tended to his wound and caught the girl before she could escape.
• “Are you surprised to me?” Damon’s tone was taunting her.
• Violet didn’t answer him and threw her gaze to the floor. It was unbearable for her to look him in the eye.
• “The surgery went well, just in case you’re wondering,” he said again. “They got the bullet out. I’m keeping it as a souvenir,”
• Violet looked up instinctively and he flashed her another smirk. Though he was acting all cool and nonchalant, Damon actually suffered quite a devastating wound. The bullet was lodged into his chest, almost penetrating his heart, but it was stopped by his ribcage. Only a fraction of an inch further and he might not be standing here today.
• It took him almost a week before he recovered from the surgery. As soon as he woke up, Violet was the first thing he asked about. Once he was able to stand up and walk, he came straight down to see her. He didn’t quite know what he was going to do with her. But now that he was in front of her, he just wanted to stand here and look at her. He wasn’t in any rush to do anything. He knew he got her where he wanted her, so he was completely in control of his emotion.
• “Are they treating you alright in here?” he asked, studying her body up and down.
• Violet was reluctant to answer, but she nodded her head slightly. This was definitely not a royal treatment, but she was lucky Liam didn’t shoot her dead when they caught her. Instead, she was being held in the deepest part of the underground basement in the estate. It was a place designed for torturing and imprisoning his enemies.
• “Where am I?” she asked.
• “You’re in heaven or in hell,” he replied. “It’s wherever you want it to be,”
• Violet’s eyes were filled with fear, and he kept taunting her on purpose. It was fun for him to play with her emotions like this. Letting out a menacing smirk, he stepped closer and pressed his body up against her.
• “Damon…” she tried to protest, but she had nowhere to run.
• “I told you I was never letting you go,” he said into her ear. “You can never run away from me, my sweet wife,”
• Damon pulled out a leather whip from behind his back and Violet looked up at him in horror. He took a step and unrolled the whip until the tip hit the floor.
• “You’ve been a very, very bad girl, Violet,” he said with his head cocked to the side. “You know this is what I have to do,”
• “Damon, please…!”
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• Ignoring her cries, Damon slashed the whip across her body, tearing up her dress even further. She let out a deafening scream and it only fueled him even more. He whipped and whipped until her body was filled with bruises and cuts.
• “Please… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” she begged.
• “Talk is cheap, sweetheart,” he said as he dropped the whip to the floor. He saw her torn-up body before him and was absolutely satisfied. “You need to show me how sorry you are,”
• “I… I’ll do anything…” she pleaded. “Please,”
• “Anything?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
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