*This cant be the right place, but pulling the crumpled sheet of paper from my boot the dread filling my gut is confirmed. This building gives me the heebies. Not just the scent pouring from it, something even humans should have smelled, but the fissure of malevolence, a crazed darkness opened up in the heart of the abattoir, leeching shadows to writhe over my skin in a warning I can not heed. Laea is in there. I can feel her, the fear the most acrid scent overpowering even death, and I neglected to save the other females, I will not let her down. Not my only 'friend', not the only female of my kind who has any idea what I have survived. Setting my phone to silent, I reluctantly disarm. I havent thought this through...whoever is in there is a sadistic motherfucker and my best bet is probably bowing down, playing weak...and that means fewer weapons. I am never completely unarmed, I could tear out a throat with my bare hands, not to mention the twin blades lodged in my jaw, but steel? Might get Laea killed quicker...a blade is drawn, slashing through the fabric of my shirt in random ragged stripes, exposing as much skin as possible, baring ink and scars in a seductive pattern of porcelain flesh, sheathes and daggers tucked gently behind a bunch of rusted barrels.
Taking a deep breath, plastering submission in all the lines of my body as my fist raises to knock on the door, head bowed, locking my eyes on the floor and setting my senses to high, ready to react without my eyesight. It's an age, or what seems like an age before the door opens and my head dips lower, my voice sweetly trilled* I am Serhenity, Sir...Laehsandra acquired me for your pleasure on this day. I am here to serve. <<Get on your knees. You will never stand before me. Unless you are on the equipment, or caged, you will kneel. Do you understand, slave?>> I understand Sir. I am here to serve. *my knees protest, my neck bared as the thick fall of my hair tumbles to pool around my thighs. Fuck. I cant do this, too vulnerable...cant...but a whimper from inside steels my resolve, controlling the startled jerk of my head as that sound reaches my ears.
I cant keep this up for long, I am not an actress, I cannot feign submission well, my body is growling at this forced surrender, wanting its true master, not some wannabe reading lines from some bad D/S porno. And his energy is everywhere, not calm, not controlled, hyper, dark, skipping over my skin with pins and needles and making me itch for the blades hidden outside* <<Well? Crawl, slave...dont you want to see your new dungeon?>> *pivoting on a scuffed heel, the male headed down the concrete, dingy hallway without a backwards glance, my eyes rising to pin him in the emerald hate blazing an inferno in my gaze. How could this puny idiot have done damage such as I saw on Caith? His shockingly scrawny form encased tightly in...rubber? Either that or latex, the male is clad head to toe in the black shiny stuff....brow furrowed, I play my part, crawling through dust and blood with a disgusted curled lip, the hallway lined with empty rooms, forgotten papers scattered by an invisible hand...until cages fill my eye-line, chains and meat hooks hanging from a barely stable ceiling noticed with a quick, wary flick of my lashes...fuck...it's Texas Chainsaw Massacre meets The Clockwork Orange and I'm right in the middle of the fucked up horror movie with a freak Dom and cages that still hold the bodies of wasted females....humans and vampire alike, slumped in corners, at the very least a half dozen.
When the room opens up, I can hardly bring myself to look, my demons cackling with manic glee at the forefront of my mind, promising all the things that would happen if something went wrong...the large open concreted space is packed, walls lined with shackles and those lethal hooks, the standard rack inlaid with a bed of nails, chains looping down from the ceiling to threaten suspended humiliation and a bladed Wheel of Fortune spins slowly behind a dangling cage...Laea...thick flame curls tumble between the metal rungs and I break rank to reach her, off my knees before I can take another breath or he can issue another order, my fingers curling up into the mass of her hair, turning her face gently to mine*
Shit...*even reaching up on my toes, I can see the damage, her eye socket is mashed, distorted, closing over one eye in a mass of bruises, her previously flawless skin marked through to bone as she rolls into my touch with a moan...my growl is restrained, ripping through the faint whimpers of pain from her lips as his voice cracks the strained silence* <<Knees, slave! Or have you a need to be reminded of your place so soon?>> *not even time to answer, or correct my mistake, his punishment is swift, bringing me down to my 'rightful place' in a violent lash of agony...my knees may falter, hitting ground, but my spine is rigid, taking the brunt of a whipping that has nothing to do with pleasure, that brings no arousal on pain tipped desire, that is simply a striping attack with the point of punishment. He is no Dom...he seeks to harm not satisfy...and I have borne worse...the lashes stop, foot steps carried around until booted feet and the hilt of the bullwhip under my chin brings the bored, completely unfazed planes of my face up to his...a sneer whimpering out from behind molded black mask...huh...the zipper parted for his lips*<<Will you be a good slave? My hand is strong, and your following punishment may not be so pleasant. Disobedient slaves get...rearranged. I can make your pretty face more agreeable...and do something with those eyes. They are not...subservient.>>
*My inner voice wanted to snipe, it wanted to snatch the whip and turn him into a fucking pile of flesh strips, but Laea's head shook, her hair bobbing slightly in my peripheral* I am here to serve...*I am here to kill. And after that lashing you just lost all chances of a quick death. Losing sight of him as he wanders off, humming happily at my words, a child in a shiny black suit torturing his toys when they misbehave...with my nails curling against the floor, gathering all sorts of crap, my slow path is made on knees bruised from the fall to sit beneath Laea's dangling prison, hushed* I'm here...you know V will find me...we'll get you out...fuck...<<Domina...>> No...shhh...not here...shh....*my trust in my soul mate never wavers but strong demons creep from the lacerations in my skin to breed doubt on my own strength, mating with wild devilish screams and producing self-hatred, with it's razor teeth...*<<Tory!!>>*Laea's voice is a second before he spews hatred in a tirade of petulant growls* <<Domme...fucking Domme?!!! They are MINE!! >>*and then my brain shocks out, my body not my own, controlled by the race of electric agony ripping my muscles into spasms and exploding the full voltage of a fucking cattle prod through my system, incapacitating function, paralyzing sense, crippling in a single rushed charge that leaves me twitching as the pulses lead me to darkness*
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