Evil curved his smile as he gazed down at me with cunning and awful intent. “you don’t want anymore pain?” he chuckled and leaned closer. “Oh, sweet Blood slave, you have no notion to what pain really is. But don’t worry,” fangs flashed and I felt my heart catch then speed up. Oh no. “I’ll teach you what pain Really is.”
Quick as lightning both of his hands released me and then I felt cold fingers pressing hard against my temples like cruel knives waiting to be fed on blood. My breath rasped in and out of my lungs as I tried to press farther into the mattress.
“D-Damien?”
Only foreboding flames flickering within his eyes greeted me.
“Lesson number one, Rebecca. You can’t escape.”
His fingers twisted and I arched up with a hopeless cry as absolute agony shot through my head. I tried to look at him but I couldn’t see him anymore it was just flashes of images from my past running over and over in my head, each one a familiar memory yet distorted and blurred beyond only vague recognition.
My childhood.
My mother.
School.
My pets.
The Worm boyfriend and all the others past.
The park vampires.
Damien.
Biting.
Screaming.
Pain.
I bucked and shrieked again, feeling like my head was being torn apart from the inside out. Tears stung my unseeing eyes and I clawed aimlessly at anything. Everything. Hoping someone or something would stop this madness.
“They never really loved you.” a voice was saying. “Your family, your friends, not even your pets. You’re just a thing to everyone. A toy. Something to bring amusement until you break.”
A memory flashed and I felt Damien ripping at my back and neck from the first day he’d drunk from me. I let out a strangled gasp and jostled back against the headboard.
“S-stop” I croaked, throat raw and bleeding. “P-please stop this.”
Images appeared faster and faster, each showing my life in a different perspective, a darker perspective, a perspective of pain and hatred. My mother forgetting my birthday, but this time on purpose. People always laughing behind my back. I was alone. I was so alone.
My eyes rolled back into my skull as physical pain came next. The feeling of a thousand needles thirsting for my blood and plunging over and over into my limbs as I convulsed in a pit of ice-hot fire. My screams grew in pitch and volume as the sensation of rocks crushing my bones filled me. And then I was drowning in a vat of acid as it flooded my throat and burned away my organs.
No! I didn’t want to die! Not yet! Not now!
I fought through the excruciating taste of the lecherous poison only to be flayed and disemboweled.
Frantically trying to get away from the horrors tumbling through my own mind I gurgled out a scream on my own blood and thrashed. No stopping… It wasn’t stopping… he wasn’t stopping… It was all his fault…
Trying to hold the fragments of my mind together I used the last of my strength in a wild attempt to stop the torture.
“NO!” A vibration swept through my body then out of it fast and then all of a sudden no one was holding me down. The images stopped. Sensation ceased. I was free. Taking in a rasping breath I rolled onto my side and coughed hard, feeling like razors were running up and down my throat. It hurt so much. Feeling eyes on me I glanced up to see Damien standing next to the door, eyes wide, chest heaving. He stared at me for a second. Two. Then he linked and growled low.
“I’m going out. When I get back you had better be in that exact spot.”
Then he whirled around and slammed out of the room, a lock sliding home in the heavy metal door. I managed to see a feint line of blood dribbling from his nose as he left.
He would be back in an even fouler mood when he returned, I knew. I closed my eyes to gather my nerves as tears flowed down my face. I wouldn’t be here, I decided, I’d be gone.
With a trembling hand I wiped the tears away and looked down in horror. My tears were red.
I had to get out of here.
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Hope you liked it.... working on the next chapter rigft now
Vampire Napped~~~ Chapter 13
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