In The Dark- Chapter Twenty-One

JASPER1

When I finally came to, my vision wasn’t the blurred thing you think you’d receive from waking up, but crystal clear, as if the flash back intensified it. Looking around, I noticed that I wasn’t in the same room as before, but a more spacious elegant room. Trying to sit up, of course I was forced back down by the bonds on my neck and feet. For some odd reason my hands were free.
“Well, might as well give me the key,” I muttered touching the collar. At once, it must have been at least a thousand volts that shot through my entire body. After a minute or so, the convulsing stopped and I lay still, trying to regain my ragged breathing. Where the fuck was I?
“Good question my slave. And one I will answer in due time,” I heard the creator say. From where I lay, I couldn’t get a good view of her, just the silhouette. I heard the whisper of silk as she drifted towards me.
“So where am I?” I asked as if this was a normal day. The stinging of the bull whip, took me by surprise. The fact that she had it did not. I felt the stinging of the open whelp form on my chest as she jumped and straddled me.
“When addressed, you will speak other than that, you do not,” she hissed at me. “Now I’m going to have fun. You eluded me once. It’s not going to happen twice. In the past, I wanted revenge for my sister’s death; but now I only want you to suffer.” I looked up at the psychotic bitch that was planning to end my existence. I wanted to scream, laugh, and cry. I’ve never felt so many emotions at one time. It didn’t over whelm me because I gladly welcomed it.
I needed it. I looked away. “When I address you slave, you always, always look at me!” she said. Whatever control she had, snapped and she let out a banshee like screech. Her fingers curved and she raked me across the face causing my vision to become obscured. Before I could try to regain some type of sight, I felt a sharp pain on my neck as she began to feed. What energy I had left, started to slowly fade as I struggled against the bond sending volts once more again through my body. Slowly she rose from my chest and ran an ice cold finger tip across my chest. The fact that her touch was cold to me meant death was coming sooner that I thought. Smiling, she rose off my chest, and raked my face with her other hand. Vision obscured, I didn’t quite see her movements as she left the bed. Forcing my eyes to see, she was once more again at my side. In a hissed tone, she whispered in my ear.
“No yet slave. I want you to suffer a death so unimaginable that it will be spoken about for centuries.” Before another thought could come to mind she moved from my side once more, and began to disrobe. In seconds she was back by me, again. I watched through my drooping eyelid, as her eyes traveled down my body, landing on my groin as a smile full of lust formed on her face. Quickly, she ripped the loin cloth off me and grabbed my length in her hand. “My memory did you no justice…” she whispered tightening her grip on me. Despite how I try to resist, no matter how hard I told myself that I wouldn’t do it, my cock had a different idea in mind. I instantly became hard. As she ran her fingertips up and down it. I felt my man hood throb with the force of a thousand pounding feet. I had to turn my head way. I felt as she sank her nails into my sensitive tip, forcing my head to turn back around. I clenched my teeth and let my breath out in a hiss. I felt her claw her way up my stomach. Only then did I realize that she was naked beside me.
“I want you now. I don’t care how much you hate and despise me. I will have you. You will bend to my will and I will break you.”
“No,” I said trying to move my lower body away from her disgusting flesh. “I don’t want you and I will never want you, and if I could, I would slit your fucking throat and bleed you dry bitch.” Before I could get another word in she straddled me and punched me in the chest. The forced used knocked the air out of me. Once more again, she raked me with her sharp talons and I felt the blood leak down my chest in pools. From what my fucked up vision would let me see, her pale flesh of breast was now covered in my blood. Her fangs were elongated as she took my cock and placed it inside her. I let out a fierce breath as she covered me. Once she found her rhythm, she pounded against me. He pale skin was now flushed as she bent over and began biting me. Somewhere along the away, I felt myself drift way as I watched the poor slave suffer at the hand of the evil who wanted to claim his soul; I drifted further way from his pain and humiliation. I felt the dehumanization as his pride was stripped away to nothing but a mere whore’s self worth.
In sickening horror, I watched as a single tear washed down the blood streaked face.
Then nothing. 1