Broken Beauty and the Beastly Vampire Prince

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Trigger Warning. This chapter may prove upsetting to some as it involves mention of s****l assault. Please do not read if this may upset you.

Third Person POV

Rosalie stared at Mick, her heart racing, Steven’s hands clamping down on her arms as she tried frantically to free herself. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. She had to be mistaken. Must have misunderstood. Besides, there was no way that her stepfather would consider such an offer, would he? She got a sinking feeling deep in her gut as Mick rubbed his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face. She fought back the vomit that threatened to expel itself all over Steven and the floor. It seemed she had underestimated her stepfather's greed. Her stomach churned.

“Well, I don’t know,” Mick said slowly and a bit regretfully “To be honest I was kind of thinking that I would be the one to take her virginity. I mean, it is my right after having had to raise her all these damn years," he said with a twinge of spite.

“You’re my stepfather,” Rosalie said in a shocked whisper, the blood draining from her face.

Mick just looked at her idly. “So,” he said nonchalantly not bothered in the slightest “it’s not as though we are blood-related" he pointed out. "Besides,” he said with a sneer and a curl of his lip “look at you. What teenage boy or man is going to want someone who looks like that?” he demanded “I would be doing you a favor" he added, as though she should be thanking him for the privilege. She stared at him, unable to believe her ears. Hatred filled her.

Steven didn’t let go of Rosalie. He gritted his teeth. “I’m willing to pay top dollar,” he told Mick with a raised brow, reminding her stepfather with a gruff voice.

“Money” snorted Mick “It would take an awful lot for me to reconsider," he told Steven, with a shake of his head.

Had they completely forgotten she was there?

“I’m not something you can sell or just take” Rosalie shouted, her voice shaking, tears welling in her eyes. It was like they didn’t even care that she was there to hear the conversation. She struggled, trying to pry herself off Steven's lap but she was no match for his strength.

“I have to admit, I wouldn’t mind a turn at her,” Neil said quietly, causing her to stiffen.

Steven smirked “I knew you were just as perverted as we were” he crowed as Neil flushed, not denying it. “It’s always the quiet ones” he muttered “They act so righteous but really, they are the sickest ones of all.”

“Shut up Steven. At least I’m not married like you are” Neil snarled.

“Who cares? My wife is nothing but a frigid b***h. Can’t do anything right. b***h can’t even get bloody pregnant” he sulked.

“How do you know the fault doesn’t lie with you?” Neil continued to provoke him.

Rosalie let out a small shriek as Steven’s nails dug painfully into her flesh, drawing blood at the remark, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Neil who looked unrepentantly back at him.

“Are you questioning my manhood” he hissed, “because if you are. . .” he threatened as Neil grinned at him, enjoying how riled up he'd managed to get Steven.

Mick rolled his eyes, tired of the dramatics already. He held up a hand. Rosalie felt tears trailing down her cheeks. She had always hated Mick, but she had thought that there were boundaries that he wouldn’t cross at least. How wrong she had been!

“How much are you both willing to pay for one night?” he asked impatiently. Steven was wealthy, he was curious to find out just how much he was willing to shell out.

Both men looked thoughtful now. Rosalie sobbed. Neil and Steven gave her a wolfish grin.

“How about 50 000” suggested Neil smoothly.

Mick c****d his head. “50 000 seems awfully low” he commented while Rosalie stayed there, stiff, feeling like she might faint.

“But only one of us can take her virginity” pointed out Steven with a sigh “How do you propose we decide on that?”

Mick laughed. “I don’t care about getting sloppy seconds if you pay me,” he said with a glint in his eyes “and as for the virginity thing that’s not entirely true. You could both take her virginity. It’s just a matter of which one.”

Rosalie was confused. She had no idea what he meant by that. Judging by the looks on the guy's faces though as they suddenly all guffawed, they knew exactly what he meant.

Steven slammed his hand on the table. “I like the way you think” he breathed, as Neil nodded enthusiastically.

“100 000,” Neil said upping the ante.

“I’ll pay an extra 50,000 to be the one to break her hymen,” Steven said, “I think that’s fair,” he told Mick who nodded looking serious.

Rosalie tried to appeal to Mick. “Mick, please” she sobbed “don’t do this. Doesn’t the fact I’m your stepdaughter mean anything to you? My mother would be devastated if she knew what you were planning.”

“Your mother was a weak, feeble-minded b***h who was leaving me on the day she was in a car accident,” Mick said and she inhaled sharply, suddenly dizzy.

“No,” she said lamely “that’s not true. She loved you” she denied, even as part of her wondered if what Mick was saying was true. In the end, they had been arguing constantly. But then why hadn’t she taken Rosalie with her? Why had she left her behind?

Mick snorted “She was going to get help from the Luna. They agreed to meet at the restaurant, as your mother couldn’t mind-link. How lucky was it, that your mother never made it to the restaurant to disclose what was going on and how she and you were being treated?” he said, his voice careless as he flung the words at Rosalie who gaped at him.

His words were callous, like a shot to Rosalie’s heart. The accident had been five years ago and she still relived every moment of it. Now she became suspicious.

“Was it you?” she whispered “They never found the driver. Never found any evidence that night. Did you kill my mother?” she choked.

He looked her right in the eye. “We might have been mates but she was an insipid female and nobody, and I mean nobody chooses to leave me and embarrass me. It was simple really, all I had to do was run in front of the car in my wolf form and she automatically swerved the car and braked, hitting a tree. I wasn’t sure if she would die, but then the tree branch fell onto the rearview mirror and crushed her. Of course, it meant I had to play the grieving widow with a daughter to raise, but I always knew that it would pay off in the end. Even you were fooled” he said as she screamed in rage, elbowing Steven in the nuts as hard as she possibly could, startling all of them.

Steven let out a strangled sound and dropped his arms, grabbing his nether regions and doubling over in pain as Rosalie got to her feet and made a mad dash for the door. If he killed her mother then he would have no fear of doing the same to her. Her feet pumped wildly as she flung the front door open and went to throw herself outside, but strong arms gripped her around her waist and dragged her back inside as she flailed and screamed, another hand pressing firmly against her mouth and silencing her. She tried to bite the hand that smothered her and he cursed, the hand firmly staying put. She continued to scream, her voice muffled.

“Quiet” snarled Mick, as he continued to drag her kicking and screaming toward the basement door, one hand on her mouth, another one around her waist. With his shifter strength, he was able to carry her with ease. She didn’t stop fighting though. She would rather die than suffer what was in store for her. Neil followed behind, as did a cursing, red-faced Steven who looked pissed. He didn't like that Rosalie had managed to get the better of him, especially in front of Neil like that. Neil would never let him live it down, he seethed.

Her bedroom was in the basement. He flung her onto the threadbare mattress and she scrambled back to her feet. Mick’s hand flung out and punched her in the face, blackening her eye and causing her to cry out in pain. He grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. “Chains, my room, bottom dresser drawer, plus padlock” he grunted.

Steven went dashing back upstairs. Rosalie renewed her efforts but Mick pulled her arm up to the point she was afraid he would dislocate it, she was in that much pain. She stopped struggling as he breathed into her ear “Keep going and I’ll break your arm you little bitch.”

She knew instinctively that he meant it. Tears fell from her eyes.

Neil casually leaned against the wall and folded his arms. He winked at Rosalie who stared at him in disgust. Steven came rushing back downstairs, chains and padlocks in his arms. They had shackles attached to the end of him. Mick grabbed one and quickly put the shackle around her wrist, attaching the other end of the chain to a pillar nearby. Steven put the larger shackle around her ankle, attaching the chain to the pillar, connecting both with a padlock as Rosalie desperately pulled at them. They were so tight, that they pinched her skin.

“You’ll find these chains are long enough that you can still go to the bathroom,” Mick said panting slightly as Rosalie went mute. “But not so long you can get into the house to scream for help” he added coldly.

The basement was soundproof. She shivered and collapsed on the mattress weeping. The men were unmoved by her tears.

“Why wait?” she heard Steven ask suddenly “Why not just take her now” he growled, still angry at being hit in the nuts.

“Because I want the money transferred first,” Mick said annoyed “and there are several items we need to pick up as well. Gentleman, we have some planning to do,” he said, gesturing for them to go upstairs. He glanced over his shoulder as Rosalie screamed, yanking at the chains over and over. Because she was human the silver didn’t affect her, but they weren’t silver anyway, they were made of something else so that they didn’t burn shifters as well.

“Scream all you want” he advised her calmly as she continued to scream and rage, Neil and Steven were now back in the main part of the house “You know that nobody can hear you. If you lose your voice, well then, that’s a bonus” he said “but if I were you I would get some rest, because come tomorrow, you’re going to need it” he warned and then left, shutting the door behind him as she collapsed back onto the mattress, feeling hysterical and panicked. There was no way out, she thought dismally, as she glanced around the basement, Now what was she going to do? She curled into a fetal position and sobbed, as she became aware of precious time passing by and the inevitable coming even closer.