Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the door to this hell hole was left slightly ajar. My breathing quickened but I forced myself to inhale and exhale through my mouth. While they fucked like beasts, I crawled inch by excruciating inch toward the door. Heaven knows where it would lead but at least it would get me the fuck away from these two maniacs.
When I got the chance, I was going to make sure that asshole died first, then the woman.
She then let out a loud, disgusting groan. “Fuck, that’s why I keep you around.”
He groaned soon after. It wasn’t long before they both noticed me crawling and began taunting me, aiming to kill all hope I had left.
“Keep going, you are nearly there. Do you want to know what's on the other side of that door?” the woman grinned as her companion let her feet back onto the ground. Her pussy was glistening from here. “More vampires that would just love to suck you dry. Now, I think you should be punished for being a bad boy,” she said gleefully as she made her way over to where I had crawled.
She slapped me across the back with a metal strip; I didn’t see her grab it. I screamed out in pain as she whipped me again and again. Somewhere around the fifth strike, my body went numb and my mind threatened to lose consciousness.
And I did.
I was startled awake by being doused with dirty water, making me sputter for breath.
“Wake up, handsome. We’re just beginning to have fun. I know you aren't ready to leave already. We have so much more planned for you.” Her mask kept her hidden away from me. Those goggles taunted me by showing me my own terrified expression time and time again.
This was it, this was how I was going to die. On the ground like a pathetic victim at the hands of two ruthless bloodsuckers.
I was bleeding slowly from different wounds and crevices. I felt the warm blood pooling beneath me as I laid there and took a sharp inhale from the new wounds she inflicted upon me.
Bored of my agony, she went back into her lover’s arms and they began to nip at each other's necks while I laid on the floor in agony.
I was in a nightmare, one I couldn't wake up from. I was surrounded, in the middle of enemy territory for all I knew, held captive by a psychopathic woman and a horny giant. I closed my eyes and begged for mercy with my cheek against the floor, begging to the gods because as hard as I tried to convince myself this was a nightmare and I needed to wake up, I couldn’t—it was very much real.
ChapterTen
I wasunsure when I blacked out or when the torture had stopped but her sinister laugh brought me back to consciousness jarringly.
“Your wounds were stitched while I gave you a little something for pain.”
My eyes were still foggy. I felt groggy, completely unable to focus my vision or my mind. I shook my head trying to regain my composure. Was he with her? Was today going to be like yesterday? I could feel the stitches pushing into my ass.
Whatever metal wire she used for the stitches, she didn’t bother to cut the ends. I could actively feel them scraping against my skin with every subtle movement, causing undue discomfort. It was probably her plan, after all. Of course, it would be. Torture disguised as pseudo help. My eyes scanned the room, taking in my surroundings, my prison.
The other captor wasn’t present and my body sagged with a little bit of relief, as much as I could, hanging from the ceiling. She sensed I was looking for her companion and let out atsk.
“Don't worry, my little toy. My lover isn't here today, you are stuck with me.” She chuckled under her breath as she sat on the mattress, crossed her legs elegantly and crossed her arms. “I almost forgot to mention that my name is Abyzou. I’ve been blamed for many things I haven't done but you, my little toy, I can be blamed for everything I do.”
I grimaced as I shifted my wrists to try and shift weight on the other side of my wrist. She got off the bed and pulled up another chair and sat in front of me crossing her legs and placing her hand under her chin.
“You see the people I torture deserve it and it’s fun,” she explained calmly.
Fun for a bloodsucker. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to play with your food?”
She laughed musically, got up from her chair and circled me with her nails scoring my exposed skin, leaving shivers and goosebumps in their wake. When she let out a sadistic laugh, the hair on my skin rose at attention, fully aware of the predator in our midst.
Fear. Fear coursed through me. I was truly afraid to die.
I had fought vampires and killed them with my bare hands and never felt what I felt at that moment.
I stopped staring at her masked face as she vacated her seat and went about the room. Her slow movements were precise, unhurried, and terrifying while the sounds of tools clanking echoed in the background.
What the fuck is she going to do to me now?
She hummed as she looked over her shoulder, waiting for my attention. Like the fool I was, I lifted my head and gave it to her. She held a set of pliers and the only expression I could see were the crinkles around her eyes that made me assume she was smiling. She would be the only one enjoying this.
She made her way back over to me and I flinched back then grimaced from the stitches on my ass and wounds when my muscles tensed. She quickly removed my boots, randomly tossing them aside, and jerked my pants off my body, leaving me naked from the waist down. The chill in the room left goosebumps along my skin as I was forced to wait for her next move.
