♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 916
It started with white lace and a candlelit table. You should’ve known it was a trap.
He never asked you out. He commanded.
The invitation came in silence, of course. Your door had simply opened. You knew the steps. You bathed in oils that weren’t yours, wore lingerie that hadn’t existed in your drawer the day before, and slipped into a dress no slave should own. The fabric kissed your bruises like it belonged to another woman entirely—someone rich, cherished, untouched.
Someone not you.
But you were his favorite doll. The only one still standing.
The others had their throats slit in gold-tiled showers.
He waits for you in the private restaurant—empty, high above the city, where the only music is the pulse in your ears and the clink of silver cutlery. He doesn’t stand when you arrive. Doesn’t smile. Just watches, eyes the color of war.
You sit. Your hands tremble.
“You’ve learned to obey,” he says eventually, voice as smooth as it is unfeeling.
He pours the wine himself. Pours yours first.
You hesitate.
He notices.
“What’s wrong? Afraid I’ve poisoned it?”
He smiles. Not with joy. With power.
“No. Not poisoned,” you murmur. You sip anyway, throat tightening.
His attention is heavy. When you look up, he’s already watching you.
“You cleaned up well tonight. You almost look human.”
Almost.
Your heart clenches.
“Why did you bring me here?” you ask, trying to sound neutral. The silk choker around your neck itches. You don’t remember putting it on.
He leans forward. “To play.”
Your fingers twitch. He never plays. Not with words. Not with toys. Not with you.
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t need to.”
He rises. Comes around the table.
You stiffen instinctively. Your body knows what his presence means before your mind can catch up.
He doesn’t touch you. Just crouches beside your chair, lips brushing your ear.
“You’ve been loyal, haven’t you? Haven’t run. Haven’t lied. Not even when I gave you reason to.”
You swallow hard.
“That makes you mine.”
He straightens. Tilts your chin up between two fingers. “So why do you still flinch?”
You flinch again.
He laughs. Quiet. Cold. “Because you know me.”
He steps back, gives you space.
You almost wish he didn’t.
“Eat,” he says.
You do. Because you’ve seen what happens when you disobey.
The meal is flawless. You barely taste it.
Afterward, he offers you his hand.
You take it. Because to refuse would be worse.
He leads you into the adjacent room—a penthouse bedroom, shadowed and cold. Everything is white. The carpet, the walls, the bed.
You feel like a bloodstain in the center of it.
He locks the door.
Then, at last, he speaks again.
“Undress.”
You obey.
He watches. Not like a lover. Like a surgeon before the incision.
When you’re bare before him, he nods to the bed. “On your knees. Hands behind your back. Chin up.”
You kneel.
The mattress is soft. You are not.
He circles you. Slow. Silent. A predator who already knows the kill.
“You’re filth, you know that?”
You do. You nod.
He grabs your jaw, forcing your face up. His thumb presses against your lip, parting it.
“Speak.”
“I’m filth,” you whisper. “Your filth.”
“You think this is love?”
You hesitate.
He slaps you.
The sting isn’t what makes you whimper—it’s the cold logic behind it.
“Answer.”
“No.”
He smirks. “But you want it to be. Don’t you?”
You hate how you nod.
“You think I saved you. That I picked you out of a sewer and gave you a home. That I saw something in you.”
You don’t speak.
“The truth is I saw nothing.”
You tremble.
“You were a tool. A mutt. Something to be cleaned and trained.”
He crouches behind you. You feel the warmth of his breath at your ear.
“And yet.”
His hands slide down your back. Slow. Measured.
“I still kept you.”
He binds your wrists behind you. Silk. Tight.
“You want to know why?”
You nod, terrified to speak.
“Because no one wants you. Not even God. But I do.”
You shiver.
“Isn’t that romantic?” he sneers.
You can’t move.
He runs his fingers down your spine, caressing the scars only he knows. The ones he gave you. The ones you begged for.
“Look at you. Dirty little pet. Starving for scraps. And I give you banquets.”
You feel tears prick.
“Cry. Go on. It makes it sweeter.”
You do.
He groans softly, dragging you closer by the neck.
“You like this. Being called nothing. Treated like a whore.”
You gasp as he tightens the silk collar.
“Say it.”
“I like it,” you whisper. “Please.”
“Please what? Say it right.”
“Please ruin me.”
He laughs again, and it’s lower this time. Almost kind.
“I already did.”
He forces you to lay flat, chest against sheets, legs apart.
“You’re my corpse bride, aren’t you? Pretty little grave I get to fuck.”
Your breath catches.
“No one will ever see you again. Not like this. Not like mine.”
He leans in close. You feel his heartbeat against your back.
“I could kill you here.”
You don’t beg. You never do. Not unless he tells you to.
“But I won’t. Because then I’d miss you.”
He kisses your shoulder. Just once.
The room is quiet except for your breath.
“You should’ve run when you had the chance.”
You close your eyes.
He begins.
And you’re not sure if it’s pleasure or punishment anymore.
You’re not sure it matters.
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