ONEUS 18 + BLOOD MOON ECLIPSE - Vampire - (Book 2)

Dungeon Part 2 *HWANWOONG*

The first aspect that Hwanwoong was aware of was a deep dense darkness and the feeling of fabric straining against his eyes. The second issue he noticed was the aching in his arms. He strained in an attempt to move them. His heart began to pound as he realised they were strapped and stretching painfully above his head. Panic crept over him as his head twisted from side to side trying to capture even the remotest glimpse of light. He cried out into the surrounding emptiness, 'Where am I?'

Neoma watched on with silent satisfaction as she witnessed Hwanwoong bound with the rope that she had suspended from ancient cast iron hooks protruding from the ceiling. His ash brown lay limply against his pale and sweat beaded forehead as he twisted in terror. Neoma watched on, mesmerised by his beauty, she had taken great pleasure in removing his clothing before strapping him up. His pale muscular body, illuminated by the dancing candlelight, was stunningly sculpted perfection. She tilted her head as she continued to admire him and smiled as she noticed how his kitten like teeth in his neat little mouth were gritted in frustration.

His fear and vulnerability were intoxicating. As Hwanwoong continued to struggle, Neoma's ethereal voice came to him through the darkness, he heard her say his name. Hwanwoong stopped moving and listened carefully to the stillness around him. His heart ached more than his arms, Neoma's death had nearly driven him mad with grief. The adrenaline coursed through his veins in joyous anticipation as he waited for her to speak again.

Approaching him, Neoma closed the space between them and took a deep inhale of his scent. 'Im glad to see you again Hwanwoong' she said, her voice coated with seductive sweetness. Startled, he turned his face to the sound of her voice, a combined contradiction of joy and horror jolted through his heart. Neoma reached out and placed her cool hand against his soft cheek and brought her face in closer, her lips almost touching his.

Hwanwoong moaned as she languidly traced his lips with her tongue, continuing down his face to the soft warm crook of his neck as she bit him gently making him wince. 'You still taste as sweet as you smell' she breathed. Reaching down, she felt his uncontrollable arousal, long and hard, straining against her palm. He moaned, a powerless prisoner of passion. Neoma chuckled, the sound chilled him to his core whilst his body continued to burn for her. 'I can tell that you are glad to see me too' she breathed. He felt his heart pounding with apprehension and longing for her. 'Where am I?' he asked hesitantly, certain that he wouldn't enjoy the answer. Neoma began to circle around him, 'In daddy's dungeon' she responded nonchalantly, 'where we keep traitors' she added. Hwanwoong noted the underlying note of accusation in her tone.

Neoma stepped behind him her fingers trailing from his chest around to his back. Reaching down she grasped his taught buttocks and squeezed him hard making him flinch. 'Ill let you know a secret' she whispered, her breath hot against his neck making him harder still, ' This room has been empty up until now.' Neoma paused briefly, her hands reaching around and returning to his manhood where she began to gently stroke up and down, teasing and terrifying him. 'Daddy didn't believe in corporal punishment' she explained, 'which is why its going to be so much fun seeing how effective some of these toys are going to be.'

Suddenly, Neoma stepped around to face him, tearing the blindfold from his face. Hwanwoong's mouth became dry at the sight of her. She was in her demon form, her cold green eyes offset by her newly pink hair colour. She looked both terrifying and even more spectacularly beautiful. Swallowing hard, he noticed the jewelled necklace that Keonhee had placed around her neck before the ceremony had turned from red to black.

Neoma followed his gaze and absently touched the jewel as an eerie smile played on her delicate lips, 'I want you to be able see just what I'm going to do to you' she said softly. Hwanwoong observed with apprehension as Neoma turned towards a table with various intimidating weaponry placed in strategic order. Hwanwoong watched on wearily, his heart heavy with dread as she produced a whip and then a mace. 'Now which one shall I begin with' she mused, frowning with an exaggerated expression of consideration. 'I think this one!' she said dropping the whip in favour of the mace, 'I like the weight of it my hands' she confided with a suggestive wink.