The HellBeast's Prisoner

I tried to run. I tried to hide. But look where it got me. Captured and held firmly in the grasp of my HellBeast King. One still intent on completing the claim he feels he has on me. Which I knew meant only one thing, Making me his, in every single way. By claiming my heart, then my blood, and now the very last thing left of me to give… He wants my body. But after having my heart trampled on, and after I had been willing to hand it over freely... Will I now finally accept what he calls my fate? Will I let go of my fears at having my heart broken again? Or will I forever now have to be... The HellBeast’s Prisoner.