Dark Prince (Devious Heirs #1)

Chapter Three | Cordelia

Fuck, I think I drank too much last night, my head is throbbing. I stretch out on my bed, yawning and my god I needed that stretch. There is almost nothing as great as a good stretch. Rolling over to my side, I reach for my phone, only to find that I am in fact, not in my bed. I sit up, throwing the blanket off me and start panicking.

Who’s fucking room is this? The walls are blood red with black crown molding, the bed is large, almost too large and the sheets are black. Whipping my head around, I see that I’m alone. Thankfully. When I move my leg, I feel something on my ankle. Heavy and cold. I push the blanket the rest of the way off, pulling my leg up to find a fucking chain wrapped around my ankle.

I’m chained to the fucking bed?

I climb out of the bed, the floor is so cold, forcing me to hiss and bounce on my toes a second, at least until the cold metal bites into my ankle stopping me. A memory smacks me right in my frontal lobe, knocking my ass back to the bed. Axel mother-fucking Mazitti choked me out.

“Axel! You fucking cockwomble!”

“Little deer, little deer,” He tsks, his voice booming over a loudspeaker in the room. “It’s time to play, little deer.”

“Fuck you.” I search the room for a camera, but I don’t find one, fucking dickbag.

“Oh, I will, but first, find the key to your chains and come find me.”

The key? He left me a key?

I look around the room in the obvious spots, pushing things off the dresser and tables. “What’s on the other side of the door?” I ask, hoping he’s feeling a little forthcoming with his plan. While I look for the key, I also try to find anything that will work as a weapon. I’m not sure he realizes who he’s caught in his little honey trap, but this little deer is about to show him exactly who the fuck I am.

“There’s nothing in there that you can use as a weapon.” He replies as I grab what looks like a letter opener. Only when I tried to touch the tip, it bent. Fucking rubber.

“Are you scared I might hurt you?” I ask, throwing the useless letter opener to the ground. I’m going to fucking kill him, slowly, and then I’ll send his fucking parents his goddamn body back in pieces.

I spot my heels in the corner of the room and smile. Dumbass cocky fucker. The deadliest thing I’ve ever wielded are those fucking shoes. The six inch stilettos are more deadly than a knife. The heels can penetrate soft tissue easily, especially after I filed them to a point and put a rubber end to keep from scratching the floor. Walking around the edge of the bed, my ankle catches just before I can get to the heels and a laugh rumbles through the room.

“You didn’t think I’d let you have those, did you?” Axel’s laugh continues, echoing around me, driving me further into my anger. I’m going to pluck his eyes out first, oh, wait, I’ll cut his dick off and make him watch, then I’ll take his eyes.

Right then, I see the key, hanging in the window sill, above my heels, where I can’t fucking reach. I’m going to enjoy cutting him up into tiny little pieces, maybe I’ll dance on his grave after.

“Little deer, little deer.”

I snap my head around, spotting a speaker and I really want to fucking break that. I’m so fucking mad that my body feels like it’s vibrating. Maybe I’ll rip his vocal cords out first. There’s so many things I could do to him, all of which make my mouth water.

When I see a long pole looking thing next to the door, I jump up and grab it, moving quickly back to the end of the chain towards the window, determined to get that fucking key and my heels. The pole is heavy and the weight will distribute unevenly, so I’ll need to move quickly. Hopefully not breaking the window and losing the key altogether.

“Just so you know little deer, if you can’t get the key, I’m going to come in there and fuck you raw. I’ll make your pussy and ass bleed for me until you beg for me to stop, then I’ll keep going.”

I swing the pole up, trying really hard to not fuck this up when an idea hits me. I drop the other end of the pole to the ground and keep it in my hands. “You promise?” I ask, wanting to see if I can get him to come into the room instead of me fighting to get out. I could just kill him here, then get the key and make my escape.

“You want me to fuck you until you bleed, little deer?” He asks, amusement laced in his words.

“Yes.” I moan, pushing a hand down my body. I’m still wearing the sexy outfit from the club last night. “I’d like that very much.” I let out another moan as I rock my fingers under me, making it appear like I’m fingering myself. Men are stupid, so maybe this one will fall for it.

When nothing happens, I return to the pole and this time instead of going for the key, I try to move my heels closer to me. I hook one by the strap and pull the pole back towards me quickly. I take the heel and break it off the shoe, remove the rubber piece and fit it into my palm perfectly. Now I have a weapon.

After a couple more minutes, I figure he’s not coming at all and start trying to get the key. When I knock it down to the floor, I use the pole to slide it to me and now that I can reach it, I stretch out, grabbing the small key only for it to fucking bend when I pick it up.

“Mother fucker!” I shout throwing the rubber key against the wall.

“Come on little deer, you didn’t think I’d make it that easy on you, did you?” Axel asks.

Instead of looking for the other key, I sit on the ground and use the sanded down heel to force the lock open. It’s a basic lock, gold and silver, small and nothing special. Which means with the right amount of pressure, I groan as I use all my strength to pop it open. The lock clicks and snaps open and I remove the lock quickly, letting it and the chain fall to the ground. The heel bent a bit so I run over and grab the other shoe, break that heel off and prepare myself for whatever is on the other side of that door.

When I grab the doorknob, I hiss, a sharp pain stabbing through my palm and rip my hand away to see blood pooling. I check the knob, bending over I see a piece of metal sticking out of it. “Fucking prick.” I clinch my fist and use the other hand, to carefully open the door, it’s dark out in the hall, no lights whatsoever, fucking perfect.

Carefully, I step through the door frame, finding... nothing but more cold floor. Thank fuck, I half expected broken glass or something stupid. I make my way down the dark hall and the light starts to dim, making my heart thrum so hard in my chest. I turn back to see that the bedroom door I just came out of is closing, on its own. Who the fuck is Axel Mazitti? Sick bastard.

A door starts to slowly open in front of me, and I take off running to it, hoping it’s my way out. My body slams into the door and the bright light causes me to blink and I fall. A scream is ripped out of me as I land, feeling like a thousand needles are stabbing me. Sucking in a breath, I gasp, trying to get myself under control. Shifting my weight I turn to see an array of colors surrounding me.

“FUCKING LEGOS!”