DEAL WITH THE DEVIL
CH- 1
The sting of the slap no longer feels as dreadful as it once did.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(slaps Theon) Completely useless, aren't you?
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(trembling while holding the teapot) I... I'm sorry, I'll remake it.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
Do I look like I have time for you to rectify your silly mistakes?
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
I give you everything! A beautiful house, money, clothes to wear—everything you could ever need. And you can’t even make a fucking decent cup of tea?
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(bangs his fist on the table)
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(jerks back) I... I'm sorry—
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
Stop repeating the same words over and over again! Are you a fucking parrot? You think sorry fixes everything?
I swear I made the tea just right.
After all I’ve done it for four years, two months, seventeen days. Muscle memory. Survival memory. Damon preferred black tea, steeped exactly four minutes, one sugar, no milk. That's exactly how I made it today, but he decided it wasn't to his liking anymore.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
What kind of Omega even are you?
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(hurls the tea cup on the floor)
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
Ahh! (flinches)
The cup doesn’t just break—it explodes against the tiles. Shards skitter in every direction, one piece catches my ankle as I instinctively step back. Hot pain flares. I feel blood before I see it, a thin warm line sliding into my sock.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
Theon, do you want me to call your father and tell him you're not doing a good job? You want what happened last time to repeat again?
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
No, please, I'll do better! I'll— I'll learn how to make your tea perfectly, I'll learn to be the best cook. I promise, don't tell father.
I drop to my knees immediately. Not because he told me to. Because I know what happens if I don’t start cleaning fast enough. The porcelain is sharp. I pick up the largest pieces first, careful, trying not to smear blood on the floor. My fingers tremble. I hate that he can see it.
The haunting memory floods my mind unbidden. The last time Damon called my father, complaining that I wouldn't perform my "duty"as his wife, just because I didn't want him to fuck me while I was sick. Because I was running a high fever, because I'm still scared every time we have sex. Or every time that he rapes me.
Damon has.... These weird fetishes.
He likes to assert his dominance, to remind me how he can easily restrain me, overpower me, manhandle me—
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(kneels down in front of Theon)
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(picking up the broken pieces of the cup)
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
You know your place, don’t you, darling? (smiles)
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
You’re my wife. My omega. You keep this home perfect. You keep me pleased. You spread your legs when I say. You smile when I come through the door. You don’t talk back. You don’t cry when it stings. And when I say the tea is shit, the tea is shit. Understand?
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(nods frantically)
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(slowly caresses his hair) I need words, Theon.
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
Y—yes, I understand.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
Good boy. (kisses Theon's forehead softly)
There he goes, showing me kindness whenever he wishes.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(gets up while fixing his suit) I'll let this slide easily since I'm in a good mood.
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(looks up at him) ?
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
We’re having dinner tonight with Mr. Volkov, the CEO of Volkov Enterprises. He’s finally agreed to meet me, but he insists that I bring my wife.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
And if he agrees to a coalition... then I'll be unstoppable. So I need you to behave in front of him, hm?
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
Hide those marks with makeup, wear the expensive shirt I bought for you, the one with the plunging neck. And you won't speak unless spoken to, am I clear?
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
Yes, Damon.
He often uses me as a way to secure deals. Dressing me in sultry shirts and revealing dresses—like this one he’s talking about now. I hate it. The neckline plunges too deep, exposing far more of my chest than I’m comfortable with, and the fabric clings tightly to my waist. I might as well argue with a wall.
But oddly enough, he despises the idea of anyone talking to me, or even addressing me. He treats me like a trophy he has won with money, he might flaunt me around, but letting others touch me? He would kill before he allows that.
Not that I'm flattered by it. Makes me feel like an object.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
I'm leaving now, and be ready before eight.
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(immediate stands up) I hope you have a wondrous day.
And here come the part I hate the most.
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(walks toward him and gets on his tippy-toes)
I press my lips gently against his, I try to hide the revulsion, try to make it as genuine as possible. He insists I kiss him before he leaves for work, just another duty to do as his wife
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(kisses him)
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
.... (grabs his hair tightly and deepens the kiss)
I shiver feeling him take control, his tongue pushing inside my mouth without consent. But I don't fight, I let him take as much as he wishes to. He finally pulls away after a few seconds. Satisfied.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(whispers against Theon's ear) Tonight after the deal is done, I'll fuck you till you're dripping my cûm down your legs.
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(closes his eyes in disgust)
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(walks out of the house)
I wish a truck would run over him on his way to work
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Ch- 2
Nothing brings me joy anymore. Not even taking care of myself, dressing up or doing my makeup. Every thing is the same, everything is mundane.
The makeup case was open already. From last time, or the time before. Doesn’t matter.
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(Sitting at the vanity table)
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(Opening the drawer)
My fingers close around the color corrector—thick, orange, waxy. I twist it up and press it to the scar along my jaw. Slow strokes, barely any pressure. Just enough to dull the bruise-colored shadow that never fully fades.
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(glancing down at his clothes) I don't like this at all.
The tunic is too tight at the waist. The fabric pulls hard across my ribs, presses into the spots where the old breaks still ache.
The neckline sits too low. Silver threads edge the deep V, leaving my collarbones bare, the dip at my throat exposed. Makeup covers some scars, but the skin still looks thin and pale underneath.
Nothing has ever gone according to my wishes, nothing good has ever happened to me. And I believe nothing ever good will ever happen to me.
Thinking back, my life with my father was the same as my life right now. The faces changed, but nothing else did.The fear felt identical. The silence, the waiting, the careful breathing. It was the same cycle, repeating itself and I still didn’t know how one was meant to tell the difference. How do you measure cruelty or decide which hurt deeper?
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
What was that he used to do again?(talking to himself)
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
Oh… yeah. I remember.
How could I forget, when it was all I ever knew, when it was my childhood itself?
My father hated me from birth, convinced I was the reason my mother died giving me life. His anger shadowed every moment of my childhood.
Most days, he drowned it in alcohol, stumbling through the house with a bottle in hand, muttering curses under his breath
But the whiskey was never enough. And when it wasn’t, it came to me.
Desmond Ashford (MC'S FATHER) {DA}
(drunk) If only you weren't fucking born, you ruined everything!
Desmond Ashford (MC'S FATHER) {DA}
(throws the bottle at him) She died giving birth to a useless creature like you!
Theon Ashford (child)
Papa, I'm sorry, please don't hate me. (crying)
His fists came fast, heavy, unpredictable—slaps, shoves, punches that landed on my ribs, my back, my arms. Each one carried all the years of his bitterness, all the blame he poured into me from the day I was born.
I learned to flinch before he even raised his hand. I learned to stay quiet, to make myself small, to simply just disappear.
Food was never guaranteed. Some days, he’d toss me scraps or whatever he wasn’t eating, his mood deciding if I deserved it at all. Other days, he’d push a plate in front of me with a glare, as if feeding me was a punishment rather than a necessity.
Theon Ashford (child)
(trembling while standing in front of Desmond) P... Papa, can I get something to eat? I'm very hungry.
Desmond Ashford (MC'S FATHER) {DA}
How many times have I tell you not to call me that? I'm not your fucking father!
Desmond Ashford (MC'S FATHER) {DA}
And if you want something to eat, go make it yourself. Stop being such a liability.
I learned to eat quickly, silently, never asking for more than he allowed, because asking was dangerous. Hunger became normal.
Some days after a particularly bad beating, he would lock me in the basement for days at a time. No light, no sound except the echoes of my own breathing. I hated it. I hated the shadows, the silence, the way the walls seemed to watch me even when I was alone.
It was a place where fear became my constant companion.
Then it became a habit of his, to just abandon me for days while he went on with his life. Whenever he remembered I existed, he'd act like he was sad I wasn't dead yet.
Desmond Ashford (MC'S FATHER) {DA}
(staring at Theon) Why are you so hellbent on surviving? Don't you get it... No one fucking wants you, Theon.
Theon Ashford (child)
(crying silently) Hic... Hic. It's too dark in here papa, I don't like being alone. Please don't leave me, I promise I'll behave.
Desmond Ashford (MC'S FATHER) {DA}
(sighs) You're stinking, go take a bath. (tosses him a bar of chocolate and leaves)
On my eighteenth birthday, he just… handed me over to Damon. Not married me, not even really said anything—sold me. After all those years of hate, of beatings, of being ignored, I was just a problem to him, something he wanted gone. And in that moment, I realized I’d never been his child. I’d only ever been something to get rid of.
Thinking back… why did I even expect Damon to be good to me? After all, he bought me before marrying me. I wasn’t a person to him, just something to own. Everything I thought might be different, everything I hoped for—it was never mine to hope for.
And he made sure I never forgot it—reminding me every single day that he owned me, that I wasn’t loved, that I never would be. Every word, every glance, every small act was a reminder: I was his property, nothing more.
Then a car honked outside, sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet and thoughts.
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(looking at the mirror one last time)
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(quietly leaves the room) *I hope he likes the shirt or he'll hit me again.*
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CH- 3
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(opens the door)
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
What took you so damn long?
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
J... Just getting ready.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(stares at him)
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
You always look so pretty in this, are you trying to seduce me?
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
I—I'm not. (steps back)
Damon openly stares me up and down, licking his lips. I can already tell what’s running through his mind. He’s the one who puts me in these clothes, and then he accuses me of seducing him.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
As much as I would like to fuck you right now, we don't have the time for that. Maybe after the deal is secured.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(grabs Theon's waist) You remember what I told you this morning, right? Speak only when spoken to.
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(nods)
Damon drags me along to the garage, one thing I know about Damon is that he makes sure people know that he's rich, that he has what others do not. Even if it means spending an unreasonable amount of money on cars and other useless luxuries.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
Get inside. (slides inside the driver's seat)
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(gets inside) Um... Is someone else going to be there aside from Mr. Volkov ?
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
Why do you wanna know?
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
I was just curious—
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
Dont be curious.
I close my mouth, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. I’ve heard things about Mr. Volkov—Killian Volkov. They say he looks like a model: tall, striking, with green eyes the color of a forest. And his words are sharp enough that people know better than to cross him.
Killian Volkov, the CEO of the Volkov enterprises, a sprawling empire of corporations that seemed to touch every industry—tech, finance, real estate, and whispers of shadier dealings, connections to the mafia that no one dared confirm aloud. He was untouchable, a man who didn’t just walk into a room but commanded it.
Jacob Jones (ML'S PA) {DA}
(standing by the gate) I'll guide you to the dinner hall, please follow me.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(walks while holding Theon's waist) You must be Jacob, Killian's personal assistant.
Jacob Jones (ML'S PA) {DA}
Yes.
Jacob doesn't seem like a much friendly guy.
He leads us into an opulent, empty dining hall. I’ve never been in a mansion this large, but that's the least of my concerns. Where is this Killian Volkov?
But just as I was about to sit down, heavy footsteps approached us. My gaze automatically shifted towards the doorway, as a man appeared into our sight—
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
(walks inside the room)
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
* Oh my god, he's so tall.*
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(walks towards Killian) Nice to meet you, Mr. Volkov.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(brings his hand forward)
Killian doesn't take the hand. His gaze slides past Damon, landing on me. Those green eyes lock onto mine, and I feel exposed, like he's seeing every hidden bruise, every secret fear.
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
(staring at Theon) And you are?
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(gulps as he looks at Damon)
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(takes his hand back) This is Theon, my wife. My omega.
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
(nods) Theon, it's a pleasure to meet such a beauty like you.
And then to my horror, he extends his hand towards me.This man has just ignored my husband, and now he's calling me a beauty and willing to shake hands with me. Damon will be mad, he will be absolutely furious.
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(slowly shakes his hand) I... it's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Volkov.
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
(bends and slowly kisses the back of Theon's hand) Ohh, please, call me Killian.
Shit, I know Damon is going to make me pay for this. Even if it's not my fault.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(grits his teeth) Let's sit down and then talk, hmm?
The table is set with candles flickering, silverware gleaming. Damon pulls out my chair—a rare gesture for show—his fingers brushing my back in a way that's possessive, not tender. I sit, keeping my posture straight, eyes on my plate
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
(sits across from Theon)
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(sits beside Theon) So, Mr. Killian, your company's expansion into the tech sector has been impressive. Whitmore Enterprises could benefit greatly from a coalition—
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
(staring at Theon)
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
(looking down at his lap)
I can feel his eyes on me even while looking down. Why's he staring at me? Damon doesn't like me talking to others, especially men. Especially alphas or... whatever Killian is. Enigma. I've heard whispers about them—rare, powerful, able to command alphas and omegas alike. Untouchable.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(Continues to speak) Recently we've faced some setbacks—
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
Setbacks? Like the labor disputes last month? Or the embezzlement rumors? (calm voice)
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
......
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
They're just rumors, foolish and empty rumors.
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
Hm. (sips his wine)
They dive into business talk, numbers and mergers that blur in my ears. Damon never tells me details; I'm the homemaker, the pretty thing on his arm. Not meant for the boardroom. I serve the appetizers—bruschetta with heirloom tomatoes, arranged just so—my hands steady despite the nerves.
Killian eats little, knife and fork precise. His eyes keep drifting to me, assessing. Up and down, like he's cataloging every detail: the way my shirt clings, the bracelet hiding the bruise, the slight tremor in my hand when I refill water. Damon notices, his scent sharpening with jealousy.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
I think this coalition will benefit both of us very much.
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
How did you two meet?
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
Ah, arranged marriage. Family connections—
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
I asked Theon.
Is he doing this on purpose? Does he want me to die or something? But I say what Damon has told me to say whenever someone asks how we met—
Theon Ashford (MC) {DO}
We... we met through family. It was arranged, but... love at first sight.
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
Ohh, love at first sight. How romantic.
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
(sets down his glass of wine) I'll give you the deal you want so much.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
(smiles) I knew you'd agree—
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
On one condition.
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
..... Anything, I'll give you whatever you want.
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
(leans back at his seat while staring at Theon) I'll sign if you let me have a night with Theon.
Everything goes silent. Did I mishear him? I must have, because why else would he say something obnoxious like that?
Damon Whitmore (Abusive Husband) {DA}
What?
Killian Volkov (ML) {E}
(smiles) You heard me. I'll accept the deal if you let me fuck your wife.
He. Did. Not. just. Say. That.
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