“Ahhh!”
“That’s it.”
I coughed as the pain intensified. Each lull she puts me in only makes the next torture session worse. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. She grabbed another nail and yanked it away causing me to soil myself. Piss sprayed in her direction, some of it landing on her.
I inwardly laughed as my body spasmed from the pain of my urine touching my wounds.
“It shoots in more ways than one,”I chuckled through my tears.
“You want to be bad? You want to make this worse for yourself?” she sneered as she walked over to one of the tables to wipe herself. “I understand. Not all stallions are easily broken.”
She turned and with inhuman speed, came toward me and threw a punch between my legs. The agonizing pain shot through my entire body. I couldn't breathe or move. My bladder had been shocked with the pure force of the punch, dribbling more piss onto the floor as I choked a breath.
My body could no longer handle the stress and it gave way to the darkness that threatened my vision for the past few minutes. I gladly welcomed it and blacked out.
“Ahhh!” Searing pain on another one of my toes jarred me back into consciousness.
She squealed with excitement, giddy over the fact that she brought me back to her torture chamber. She was relentless. I wasn’t sure if I had any more toenails for her to pull by this point. How wrong I was when she pulled another, making me roar in pain. Hot tears mingled with sweat coated my face. I was out of breath as my heart continued to pound against my chest.
“Don't cry, the fun is still only beginning.” With a small reprieve, she walked over to the table, placed the pliers down and sashayed toward the only exit door. The creak of the hinge made me blink a few times. I needed to scan the surroundings, understand what was out there and what my chances of escape were. I needed to see…
“Bring it in,” she commanded.
The moment I heard barking in the distance, my heart stalled. It was Angel, she was alive! More tears tracked down my cheeks for my faithful companion. I thought for sure she was dead but here I was, proven wrong. Why did they let her live? Immediately, all the worst case scenarios ran through my mind and a renewed sense of energy came forth. I needed to save Angel. I needed to get her out of here, out of this torture chamber.
I watched in panic as they dragged her in by the scruff of her neck. She jerked her head left and right, trying to bite them but they overpowered her. One of her bites got close enough to piss her captor off. He kicked her in the ribs and punched her head but it didn’t stop her from fighting for her life.
I needed to fight for mine. If not for me, then for Angel. She needed me.
When they were close enough, the vampire holding her threw her in my direction with a yelp as she flew against the wall. She let out a sad whimper as she got back onto her feet, shaking her head. That was when she tilted her nose in the air, sniffing, catching my scent.
“I take it you two know each other?” Abyzouchuckled teasingly. She knew damn well, Angel was my dog. “Let's see how faithful you two are to each other. After all, it's a dog eat dog world.”
She walked over to me and the hair on the back of Angel’s back rose as she growled in warning, scooting herself as close to the wall as she could. Abyzou made a kiss noise as she continued to come toward me, pulling the chair beside me so she could step up onto it.
“Hello, Toy,” she purred as she reached up and unfastened the chains around my wrists, dropping my body onto the floor with athud. Every one of my bones ached and the old leg injuries from the first day began to throb once more.
Angel, ignoring the predator in the room, jumped into my arms and began to lick my face in joy of our reunion. I cried. I couldn’t hold back my emotions anymore. Angel had been with me through the best and worst of my life and now this. I held her tightly in my arms.
If she was alive, maybe so was Inés. I held onto that hope as motivation to stay alive through this living hell.
The door slammed and we both looked in that direction. The bloodsucking bitch had locked us both in here. I could still hear the jingle of the keys as she whistled a tune and walked away.
I gritted my teeth, sweating profusely from the pain in my legs, crawling over to her tools. Grabbing the side of the table, I pulled myself up and slowly attempted to put weight on my feet. With a harsh exhale, I ignored the pain and looked over the top of the table. Screwdrivers, a hammer and knives scattered across the top. After a few moments of feeling through the items, I removed the chains from my wrists and grabbed some of the tools, slowly bringing it over to where she discarded my cargo pants.
Once the pain became a numbing constant, my mind took stock of my movements determining that the fractures in my shin weren’t as bad as I initially thought. My movements became more fluid, albeit still slow, as I bent down with a grimace to grab my pants. Leaning against the wall, I stared down at my body. My legs were badly swollen and discolored. Dropping the tools onto the floor, I used my hand to rub the bruised places and the bone still felt intact, none of it tearing through my flesh as my mind made me believe during the worst part of my delirium.
I could do this. I could escape. The fractures weren’t bad. Lifting my leg, I grimaced as I slowly and painfully shoved them through the pant leg one at a time. Once they were on, I left them unfastened and bent down to grab the tools I dropped earlier, placing my newly acquired weapons into my pockets. Straightening, I searched around for my boots. They were on the other side of the room much to my dismay. I took a few tentative steps but fell when a sharp pain hit me out of the blue.
I couldn’t give up. Not now. Not when I was this close and unchained.Come on, Vik! She’s probably still alive, waiting for you to rescue her. Who knows what kind of shit they put her through?I looked over to Angel. I didn’t see any major wounds beneath her fur. Good. We would both make it out, but I needed the stability of my boots. Pulling myself across the floor, I crawled over to them.
Along the way, Angel playfully began to lick my feet.
She was probably trying to help me heal my wounds with her tongue. It was what dog’s usually did to theirs. She was such a good and loyal dog. My heart was saddened to see her look a bit emaciated since the last time we were together. There was a desperation in her movements. With the weapons we accumulated, we should be able to stand a chance against that sadistic bitch. A constant thought kept niggling in the back of my mind as I continued to crawl, then get onto my knees.
Why the fuck did they give me back my dog?
Angel licks quickly turned into little nips, making me hiss. I jerk my leg in reaction, shooing her away. She quickly came back with more enthusiasm, until finally, she bit into one of my toes.
