Hey ya guys!! ifeel kinda sorta bad.... for two things...For leaving you like i hjad before.... and leaving like this now
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Now stop letting me distract you and get to being tortured!!!
Ever had that struck by lightening feeling?
Yeah, multiply that by twelve and throw in discovering you have a horny vampire grinding into your butt and you have my situation.
GREAT.
I felt him push closer and had to fight the urge to scream. Out of anger out of disgust out of plane want? I didn’t know. I just wanted him and all these weird feelings he aroused from me to GET AWAY.
‘Why did this have to happen to me?’ I groaned mentally. ‘It’s not like I had been wearing a ‘yay-for-blood&sex-slaves’ pin on me when I had been kidnapped by that weird guy with the twins and the emo chick!’ My brow furrowed at the thought of them. Wait… hadn’t that guy claimed me as a pet or something? Not that the thought was appealing but seriously, anything was better than mister-bipolar psycho of the vampires currently nipping at my shoulder.
He found my a tender spot in the space between my shoulder and neck and I jerked, shivered and moaned without knowing why. Suddenly my mind decided to join me and I felt ice cold terror shoot through me. Why was my body acting this way? Why was there a tightening in my belly and a burning down low? I shifted as Damien surged again and my eyes widened. Why the hell was--
“Get OFF!” I snarled. Sudden fury swept through me and then I was alone on the bed, panting and trembling even as the relief of not having Damien pinning me washed over my form.
Right before I realized I had just yelled at testy, ego-as-large-as-a-semi-truck, Damien. Damn. I closed my eyes realizing just what I had signed myself up for. Utter Eternal Damnation- by slavery. Shit. I mentally ran through things; okay, firstly, he doesn’t like yelling- except when he’s the one on the dispatching side. Second, he doesn’t like me ordering him around. Third, he was all riled up now… what was he going to do?
I shuddered at the thought, all of my body’s strange excitement gone from my veins as the truth of how helpless I really was sunk in.
Was he going to… Rape me?
My heart began to pound.
Faster.
Faster.
Almost a humming thrum within my aching chest.
My mouth was dry. My body cold. The sinful warmth I had experienced mere seconds ago… it was gone. Lost; poisoned by panics icy touch. I felt hollow. Empty. Scared. Terrified. I fought to swallow, the simple task causing my whole skeleton to quiver. He was still in the room. I could practically feel him like a raging flame, scorching my back with hungry eyes that made my skin prickle and itch. My chest constricted again, and I gasped involuntarily.
Oh god.
Oh GOD!
I felt the terror rear up and slam into me full force as I lay, half dangling from ancient manacles.
Helpless.
Defenseless.
Powerless.
Strung up like some pagan in the 14th century, splayed out for all to see.
The thought stirred the anger within me again. A slight spark against the snow storm of fright that now dwelt within me. I gritted my teeth. Why should I lay here for his own amusement? Who gave him the right to just use me as his toy? My throat burned. My blood boiled.
Anger.
Pure… Fiery… Anger…
But just as it arose, so did it vanish; at a single touch of slender fingers. I cringed away as they slid up my leg, light and gentle though I could feel the slight pain as his nails cut shallowly into flesh. They trailed higher and higher, caressing and threatening at the same time. I bit my lip against a scream forming my throat. I was so foolish! I was chained to a vampires bed and still thought to yell and snap. The other hand had joined the first in it’s leisurely conquest, smoothing over the outside of my thighs then molding my hips. I let out a ragged breath. Panic returning full force as the sly hands curved around my hips and explored further under me, dipping wickedly low.
My vision was blurring. He was going to do it. Oh god, he really was going to do it!
Cool air swept over a bare part of my neck and my heart skipped four beats then galloped away at a frightful pace. A tongue swiped across tingling flesh while one of his hands caressed my stomach; further up. My stomach crapped painfully. He purred against my neck. I felt him shift, one of his hands left my sensitized body and he leaned away to where he’d set the food on the table. OH no, had he brought more chains? Was he intending to make me immobile while he….
I whimpered without even finishing the thought. There was a distinct rattle from wherever he was busy at, the sound filling me with an sense of absolute dread that sat like a cold lump in the pit of my stomach.
Kidnapped, forced into lingerie, chained to a bed, and molested thoroughly by a horny vampire-- the last things that had occurred before I was raped. All of a sudden Mom’s newest dickhead didn’t seem so bad, school didn’t seem like that much of a hassle; all I wanted was to go home.
Raped. The word rang through my mind, dead, like the rest of me would be after he got through with me.
Damien chuckled under his breath and my face was pulled around, though I kept my eyes closed.
Here it goes.
Rape.
I opened my eyes.
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