Gotta keep my eyes open. I'm stumbling around my prison, battling an unwelcome fatigue. My eyelids are heavy. The laughing maniac left an hour ago. An hour? Or was it longer? Was it just a minute ago? I shake my head, discombobulated. Every fiber of my being is telling me to sleep. Don't want to. I start to drift..
Blood. Hunger. So hungry. Laughter laughter. Blood. He's laughing, sharp teeth smeared with my blood. I'm laughing right back, thrusting my fists into his body. Pulling out handfuls and handfuls of entrails. Punching and kicking and biting until he's nothing but a puddle of bile. I'm hungry. Sweet flesh calls to me. Hearts pumping out blood and blood and so much blood. Feed. Drench myself in blood. Blood. BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD.
I scream myself awake. It's not a frightened scream. Not frightened. Frightening. I sound like a crazed animal. With a feral snarl I pick the worktable up and throw it against the wall. I turn the sparse furnishings in the room to splinters and scrap. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" I shriek to no one. I pound on the thick steel door. "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT, BEAST!" Collapsing in front of the only thing in the room I can't destroy. "I'm so hungry. So hungry. What has he done to me?" Drifting off again. My dreams full of death and brutality.
My eyes snap open. It's much later. The lull that tugged me into unconsciousness no longer pulls on me. Still, in this altered state...I sense him coming. I feel a twinge of the old fear but now it's tainted with something else. My protective cowering is seeming more like a predatory crouch. I smile a little. Let him come. My sharp teeth prick my lip and the smile melts off. What am I doing? This isn't...me? The door swings open. His eyes scan the room, smirking slightly at the demolition. The smirk turns into a full grin when his eyes settle on me. He claps his hands together like a proud soccer mom. "You've been redecorating? How lovely, my monster." He waves his hand at me. "Stand up, come closer. Let me see my monster in all her glory." Instinct tells me to stay down. Make him come to me, then tear his throat out. I tense so slightly. No. No. Behave, Maddie. Make him think..make him think you're still his. I rise slowly, hesitatingly. Looking at the ground as I approach him. I can almost feel how pleased he is with himself. He lifts my chin and I meet his eyes. I keep my stare unwavering, but submissive. "How do you feel, monster?" I have the briefest forewarning before I feel him prodding around my mind. Thoughts are whirring so fast. It's a battle to keep the necessary ones hidden. I'm so hungry, please. What has happened to me? What am I? Please. Hungry. Help. His face twists to a modicum of pity as he gently caresses my face. "What am I thinking? Selfish, thoughtless master. You must be famished, little monster."
Call me that while you still can. I'll see you torn to shreds. His caressing hands pause for a millisecond. Catching myself, I stammer out: "P-please...sir. I'm very hungry. Please?"
Reassured, he smiles at me. "Let me bring you some...thing to eat." Placing his hand firmly on the nape of my neck, he pushes me to my knees. "Close your eyes, monster. No peeping." I hear the door unlatch and swing open as he exits the room. A minute and forty seven seconds later he re enters. Eyes still closed, I cock my head to the side in curiosity towards a new presence. A mouthwatering smell pervades my mind. It's rich and robust. More tantalizing than any meal I've ever indulged in. I rise of my own accord, eyes still closed, taking deep heady breaths. "Open your eyes, monster." I abide. Before me is...a child. A young girl. Four, maybe five years old. Less than a dozen strides away from me. Dazed look on her face. I can hear her little heart beating calmly. I can FEEL the blood running through her veins. I want it. All of it. I envision myself leaping forward, sinking my teeth into her ripe flesh. Ripping her little body to shreds and drinking her dry. I start to move forward when I hear his laugh.
What am I doing? I won't do this! Madelyn, you're not a monster! I fight down the hunger as far as it will go. Not very far, but distant enough to send me scrambling to the opposite wall. Putting as much distance between myself and this depraved offering. "What's wrong, monster? I know you hunger. Are you denying the fresh meal I'm providing for you?" His voice is light, mocking.
I clench my eyes shut. "I'll never...I'm not like you! You're the monster!"
He laughs at me, but the laughter is undertoned with anger. "Perhaps I haven't conditioned you as well as I thought." I don't look up as I hear him and the child exit. Her blood continues to perfume the air. I clutch at my head, still fighting the hunger. He returns. "Tsk, tsk. I was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to these methods anymore, Madelyn." I the faint slither of metal. "Look at me, Madelyn. Look at your master." I cover my face, cowering. But under my hands, my face is more serene than it should be. Until...CRACK. Sharp steel bites into my flesh. I yelp and pull my bloodied hands from my face. In my master's grasp is the whip. The same whip that took most of the skin from my back when I turned 17. The weapon that whipped me raw. He raises his arm to strike again. Looking him dead in the eye, I shriek. Not out of fear, out of madness. The madness he inflicted on me. When the arm comes down I catch him by surprise and grab at the steel cords, even as they taste my flesh again. Any humor in his face dissolves. "You...DARE?! Have you lost all your manners?" And he's in front of me, hand around my throat, lifting me to my feet. I growl and he slams me against the wall hard enough that I feel the brick shudder. Dazed, I still manage to struggle in his grip. Then, he's laughing again. "I should of known you'd be a handful. That's just fine..." He presses himself against me, running his tongue along my jawline. "...I wouldn't haven't any other way." He releases his grip, and before I can regain my bearings, I'm struck again. Again, I grab at the whip. Anger dissipated, he laughs in deranged glee. The whip catches me across the hip, cutting to the bone. It slips through my fingers to snap around my shoulder. Again. Ripping into to my chest. Across my knees, and I fall. His arm raises, falls. Raises, falls. Every inch of me feels flayed and raw. Even imbibed with whatever cursed strength he's given me, I fold to his will. The last blow cutting along the side of my face. He's panting with exertion. Me, with agony. My blood pools on the concrete. I lay in the puddle, broken beyond human limits. Eyes bleary with my own blood. I hear the whip fall to the floor. I hear his belt buckle snapping open. There's no fight left as he climbs on top of me. My head falls to the side, my mind absent as he violates my ruined form.
The next night, he brings the child back in. Languid from loss of blood, my mind unsound, I feed. Her blood is the sweetest nectar. Her innocent screams sound like music to me. My maker watches with a pleased smile. When her small body is spent, I find myself humming quietly, high on her life fluid. He holds a hand out to me, enticing me to dance to the tune shared in our minds. And I go. Willingly.
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