Scenes that depict R**pe. Death.. blood, etc ahead! Please skip this chapter if this will be triggering to you and your mental health!!!!

Anna

Henry let me rot in the dungeons, but only for a few minutes after he left.
Of course, it was only a few mere minutes.
He couldn't bear to hold me in there any longer. His heart was too weak.

Two guards guide me to Henry's chambers. It must have been half past 3. It was a quiet night. There was a scene of noise that felt eerie.

The guards push me through the doors and close them behind me.

I see Henry as he walks toward me. A line of blood trailed his skin. His knuckles were bruised and red from blood.

He pulls me by my waist and snatches my jaw, bringing his lips to mine before embracing them.
We smack carelessly, fervently. He was crazy but so was I. Our instability turned each other on.

"Whose blood is on your cheek?" I smirk, trying to wipe it off.

A man in a chair wiggled in the background and screamed, capturing my attention. He was under a white sheet with a thick case tied around his head. It was a muffled scream of course but did not take away from the fact that it was a scream.

Henry walked over to the man in the chair and pulled off the white casing.

"Thayne?" I gasp, almost falling to my feet.

"You asked whose blood it was Anna. Look. Isn't it fun?"

I step backward, my back pressed against the wall.

"What?
Scared of a little blood?" Henry smiles, staring into my soul.

I was silent, only trying to catch my breath as fear pulsed through my veins.

I watched Thayne as he coughed out blood and water. He looked horrible. Henry had probably been torturing him for hours.

Henry pushed more silver rings into his fingers before punching him hard in the stomach.

Thayne coughed from the blow, spitting out more blood.

"Henry ...I think that's enough," I say. I try not to sound too eager. I hated to see Thayne like this.

"Enough?
Enough? Don't tell me that my thorn has grown weak? Weren't you the same Anna that enticed me to cut off my  best friend's arm?" He makes his way across the room to me. "The same Anna who dared me to kill the Pope and  gouge out the eyes of the very man that looks at you?" He whispers and ran his thumb against my lip. The fiery taste of iron coated my boards as he parted my lips in rage. "You fucking taste like him"

Henry turns around and walks over to slap Thayne once more.

"Did you f*uck her?" Henry yells.

"Henry" I try to reach out and grab his wrist.

"Answer me, brother?
Did you f*uck my thorn?" His tone was lethal. I didn't wish to have Thayne's death on my conscience.

Thayne lifts his head towards me, pushing the last bit of his strength to watch me.

He didn't answer.
Henry slapped his cheek again. This blow was even harder than the last, making his chair flip backward.

I had to stand there idle and look helpless.
Henry turns around to face me and smiles.

"Strip." He says rather coldly.

I knew where this was headed and I refused to be a participant.

"Now!" He bangs his hand across the table making me jump.

I frowned but reluctantly obliged. Before I knew it, my dress was on a pathetic pile on the floor.

"Remember brother? You told me you get anything you want?" Henry smirks. He snatched my waist and pulls me into his lap, unbuckling his pants.

Thayne drops his head to the floor averting his gaze, disgusted at what we were about to do.

Henry snaps and two guards enter in to grab Thayne's jaw, forcing his eyes straight.
"Don't close your eyes brother, you'll miss the best part"

"Henry ...don't make me do this. Not in front of him. Please." I whisper, staring into his dark green orbs for any show of remorse.

Henry only frowns as he looks into my eyes.

"You should have thought of that before you decided to f*ck him thorn" He whispers against my lips.

"Plus, Thayne needs to see how to properly pleasure a woman." He announces, guiding me into his excitement.

"No... no!!" I hit him off before backing away. He stands to clutch my arm and forces my jaw into his palm. "Do it, or Catherine dies." He growls.

There.
He had done. He had found my weakness. Catherine.
I knew my fate was sealed.
What an evil man he was but I had to do this, for Catherine's vitality.

Henry carried me to the bed, turned me around to face Thayne, and sat first me before slowly guiding me atop.

I tried to muffle my moans as he held my jaw, forcing my gaze to Thayne as he rocked inside me.

He entered me harder and faster and I couldn't help but moan. Seeing Thayne's blood mixed with Henry's passion transported me into a beacon of ecstasy.

Thayne looked on in anger and disgust, jealous enraged he had to watch.

Henry made sure to make our sounds obvious, grunting, and cursing, hitting me harder until I cursed. He had a stamina tonight that I thought would never end. Finally, he reaches his climax, relishing in his display of strength before kissing my neck.

He refuses to let me off, making me feel every bit of him as I climaxed. He forced his fingers to my flower and dragged my nectar to my lips, making me taste it. All Thayne could do was look on in disgust.

When he thought Thayne suffered enough, He pulls me off and snaps for the guards to leave.

"Now, I have f*cked you.
Make your choice Anna. Me or him" he pulls on his pants and begins to dress.

"There is no choice my king," I whisper timidly, refusing to face Thayne.

"Is there not? My servants said you were screaming my brother's name like a prayer when they listened in on you two the other night"

"Anna don't do it. He'll dump you like the others. You think you're different?"

"Quiet!" Henry yelled.

"He divorced Catherine
He killed Anne and dumped Mary! You're next Anna"

Henry went over and punch Thayne, forcing him to silence.

I look back and frown. "I'm sorry" my eyes read. Thayne watched me through his swollen eye, pleading for me to remain strong.

I used to be strong. Once. When I thought Henry loved me. But now? I thought nothing of that time. I was selfish.
I thought of Catherine and Thomas.
I thought of my life and security.
I wanted to live. To breathe. And if that meant kissing up to Henry, so be it.

"He means nothing to me, my king.
Thayne is nothing.
What is a prince to a king?" I say. "I choose you, Henry. I am only yours."
I bend down and look up into his eyes.
"I am your thorn and yours alone"

"What about Thayne?" Henry pretends to care to clarify.

"Thayne?
Thayne who?" I asked.

Henry smiled sticking two fingers into my mouth. I suck them hungrily, forcing my saliva to lubricate them.
Henry was pleased.

"Guards. Get him out of my sight."

They drag Thayne out, finally leaving Henry and me alone. He guides me to stand, leading me to his bed. We embrace more. My hands find their way to his chest. I needed to make him feel at ease. Like I was serious with my oath.
He takes my lips and kisses them, tasting me as if it were his first time.

He rubbed me down, enjoying my curves and outlines.

"What am I going to do with my thorn?" He smirks, grabbing my butt in play.

"Make your thorn your queen?"

"But you haven't been behaving?"

I pout, rolling my eyes so he could see them.

"Behave thorn, and you will see the crown."

I remain silent, imagining the different ways to kill him.

"Now what are we to do when they find out you have not been punished."

"Don't tell them." I shrug. It seemed like an easy answer.

"Oh? But that's lying Thorne? And I don't lie."

"Shame the devil Henry and tell the truth"

He smirks, looking into my eyes.

"Good thing I already took care of it." He brags, exhaling with glee.

"You did? How" I force my eyes to meet his.

"I killed Catherine," he said as if it was casual news. Surely my ears were deceiving me. He couldn't!
He wouldn't!

"You said..."

"You didn't expect me to let her leave scott free? An attempt was made on my life tonight? She confessed, I cleaned up the mess. Now you don't have to be punished" he smiles kissing my lips.

I was stagnant.
My body shakes as I tried to process his words.
Catherine...dead?
My friend.
My peace?
Surely he was joking.... For my sake? For my sanity!

"It's okay thorn. I lost a friend tonight too. See, now we're even. Do not fret. You will make another friend. I am your friend? Don't you like me?"  He asks innocently. Oh? So he was deranged. Surely he was not serious.

He kisses my forehead before blowing out the candle to sleep.

I contemplated my life and the series of events that had brought me to this moment.

I thought of the night my father died and the last words he had spoken to me. I thought of Thomas and his notebook filled with drawings.
Then I thought of Catherine and her bright smile as she greeted me at the steps of the palace kitchen.

I turned away from Henry but he pulled me closer, forcing me to face him.

Red. It was the only color in my heart.
Although Henry's soul was beside me and his body warmth pressed against my chest, I had never felt so cold.