"I have a special gift for my monster." The mad vampire looks over at me with a generous smile.
He gestures me forward and I obey, kneeling by his feet. I glance up at him, meeting his gaze unwaveringly, even through the uneasiness. "A...gift?" I repress a shudder, remembering some of his "gifts" from the past year. The wounds from his last gift still itch with healing.
"Yes. A gift for my monster. You've behaved so well, lately..." It's true. It took months upon months but I've been conditioned to accept this madman's torturous ways. It's easier this way, isn't it? He hardly ever needs his mind tricks to keep me placid. Although, it's still necessary to anesthetize my mind for some of his more...carnal needs. Briefly overwhelmed with revulsion, I lower my face and try to unclench my hands as the knuckles turn white. Calm, Madelyn. Keep yourself calm. It's safer..I feel his hand on my shoulder, squeezing just enough to regain my attention. "Now, now dearest. Is that anyway to think of your master?" Grabbing me by the scruff of the neck, he lifts me to my feet. His hand combs through the tangles of my hair. My face is resigned, waiting for the moment the gentle hand turns painful and cruel. Instead, he presses my head into his chest. "Why don't you put something nice on? I want you to look impeccable for when I give my gift to you." I nod in assent. Walking towards the rack that holds the few garments he allows me to wear, I pause with my hand on one of the frilly dresses. Gift. He's giving me a gift. A wayward thought comes to me. Maybe...maybe he's finally setting me free. I'm too wise to think he'd actually let me go, but maybe he's grown bored and decided to end this pitiable excuse for a life he's made for me. Do I really want to die? I think of his inhuman strength, the variety of mental and physical weapons he has. Do I really have a choice. Suddenly he's in front of me, my arm twisted in his hand painfully. "Patience grows thin, monster!" He growls at me.
I whimper quietly. "Sorry! I'm sorry...sir. I'll get dressed right now." His face softens slightly at my respectful tone. He releases my arm, taking a seat on the mattress. I don't hesitate when removing my worn clothing. Knowing I've already tempted his anger, and that he would see my hesitation and punish me. I catch a glance of lust on the deviants face before I slip on a white, lacy dress. My stomach turns. Please, not that again. If he's going to kill me, just let him kill me. I stand before him, eyes cast down demurely.
He holds his hand out for mine and I oblige, managing to not grimace at the feel of his dry, cold lips on my palm. He pulls me down next to him. "My lovely monster. My Madelyn. You've given me so much since I've taken you. So much..." His hand idly caresses my exposed thigh. "I want to give you something. Something I'm not sure if you'll want, but you WILL like it. I'll make sure of that." He smiles and brushes my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck. I think of being free, and manage a wan smile of my own. Leaning forward, he grips my chin, turning my head to the side. "Such a dear girl. Always willing to please." I feel his mouth on my throat and I know. If this is how it must be done. I smile even as a tear or two fall from the corners of my eyes. I remove my hands from my lap and tentatively wrap them around this beast who has tortured and tormented me for upwards of a year. At my assenting touch, he bites down with a hungry snarl. His fangs sink into my flesh for what I can only hope is the last time.
Several moments pass. I can almost hear my heart slowing over the guttural sounds of the beast drinking away my life. My eyes open to take a last glance at my prison. My father stands a few feet away, a distressed look on his face. He places a finger over his lips before I open my mouth to greet him. "Maddie. You can't give in like this. It's not you. You're stronger than that." I look at the image of my father in helplessness. What else can I do, daddy? I can't do this. It's too much. I'm not strong enough to deal with anything else. My head starts to feel woozy. "Are you foolish enough to believe he's letting you go? This is only the beginning of the torture."
My mind is assaulted with images. Horrible images of what's to come. I realize what's in store for me with a small gasp. At the sound, the beast pushes me roughly into the mattress, holding my arms down as he continues to greedily drink my blood. I struggle in his grasp, but it just seems to entice him. I feel evidence of his feverish excitement pressing against me. Switching to a one handed grip, he hold my arms above me as his other hand creeps between us to pull his belt open. Loss of blood has made me weak, but I still fight like a mad woman when I feel his flesh against mine. I pull my leg up and sink my knee into his stomach. He's caught off guard long enough so that I manage to squirm out of his clutches. My head spins and I fall to the filthy floor, struggling against a wave a blackness. My throat is still weeping blood as I crawl over to one of the tables and grab a knife with my blood slippery hand. I prop myself against the wall and point the knife towards the monster with a shaky hand. He's still standing at the bed, a bemused expression on his face. "That's my monster. A fighter until the end." Before I can blink he's squatting in front of me, holding the wrist with the knife. "Too bad this isn't the end for you." He laughs, the sound quiet in my dying ears. "Go ahead, monster! Cut me! MAKE ME BLEED FOR YOU!" He sticks his tongue out and uses the knife in my hand to slice the organ in two. I release my weak grip on the blade in disgust and part my lips in a breathless shriek. The beast throws the knife to the side and pulls my face into his, thrusting his bleeding tongue into my mouth. I gag and try to clamp my lips closed but he grabs my face and pinches his fingers into my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. I choke on the hot blood trickling down my throat. The taste is sickening and maddening and...delicious. I feel the abnormal fluid filling me with strength. I stop trying to push him away and instead place my hands on the side of his head, forcing his mouth onto mine harshly. The beast makes a deep sound in his throat and starts to pull back. I respond with a growl of my own and bite down on his torn tongue, releasing more of this cursed liquid, swallowing it with greed. I hear his laugh echoing in my head impossibly and remove my mouth from his. Panting like an animal, I stare at him through strange clouded vision. Everything is so vivid, yet so...hazy. What the hell is happening to me?! A tremor courses through my body, quickly followed by a sharp bolt of pain. I frantically wipe at my lips, spitting to remove the trace of the monster's blood from my mouth. "It's too late, Madelyn. Welcome to the first of your endless nights with me." He doubles over in laughter. My muscles tense and relax with some unknown change. I curl into a ball, keening to myself as my heart flutters irregularly. With a final, damning thump...it stops. My mind races, thoughts chasing each other like lions and hyenas. All I can think about is blood and blood and pain and more blood. I cover my ears to block the vampire's mad laughter, nails digging into my scalp. He's made me like him! No no no. Like him! I cut my wailing off to a low moan as I envision myself exacting abominable suffering upon the creature than did this. Soon the moaning turns into my own malevolent snickering. My maker and I meet eyes, joined in ill humor. Just you wait. Hehehehe. Wait. I'll kill you. Hehehe. You'll pay. Hehehehehe.
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