Captive

Kill him

The sound of a door closing makes me jump. I look around to see that I'm still in the car. My door opens and Kayn grabs my leash and yanks on it, pulling me onto the pavement. Luckily I'm able to catch most of my fall with my hands instead of landing on my face, which I think he was planning for. The palms of my hands sting along with my shoulder.
    "Get up all." He says through gritted teeth.
    I push myself to my feet and look at my hands as I follow him into my prison. The cut on my hand from the island is bleeding once again. My palms are now scuffed and tinge with pain.
    "Brother, welcome home." The deep voice causes the hair on the back of my neck to bristle.
    I bow my head and put my hands to my sides, trying not to stumble as we make our way towards him.
    "What are you doing here, Sabastian?" No love or joy when addressing his elder brother. Just a cold wall of irritation. He squares off to his brother and I stand a foot behind him.
    "I heard that your profits tanked and that you had a little visitor so I thought I would stop by for a show. Kyle is here, is he not? Or did you kill him already?" His voice is rot with a playful lilt.
    "What does it matter to you?" He pulls on my leash until I am standing right next to him, he grabs my collar and pushes down, causing me to go to my knees.
    "Huh, got the same human still? The pussy that good?" He pauses looking at his brother.  "Oh you have not fucked her. I mean virgin blood does have a unique taste. Never knew that you liked that.."
    "What do you want, Sabastian?" Kayn growls.
    "I already stated I was here for the show. Maybe I can join, you know, brotherly bonding." The smirk could be heard in his voice.
    "Like you ever cared for such things. What is your real purpose?"
    "Tsk. I do not need a reason to come here. I am here and you will treat me as your guest and entertain me." The playful demeanor vanishes from his tone. The blood in my veins runs cold. "Your pet is bleeding and terrified. Take care of her before I steal her off of you so I can enjoy her myself. See what the fuss about her blood is all about."
    "Stella." Kayn beckons the mutt who quickly appears and bows. "Clean and bandage her hand, once you are finished she is to be escorted down to the basement. Do not keep me waiting."
    My breath hitches. What? The basement? My shoulders sag remembering the wager. He never told me what the punishment was. I don't think I can stand another night of cuts, it was horrific the first time and I never want to go through that again. If I kept my mouth shut and I was obedient then I would never be in any mess like this. But I don't want to lay down and take anything from him, not the abuse, nor his repulsive advances. Yet if I were to be obedient I wouldn't get hurt as much. Obedience would probably justify his touching of me and just thinking of it makes me want to shed my skin.
    Kayn pulls on the leash and I stand to face him. He unclasps the leash from my collar and I follow Stella into the bathroom where she tends to my hand. The disinfection liquid is just as unpleasant as before causing me to grit my teeth from the pain. She washes the wound thoroughly and dries it, wrapping clean bandages around my hand. I thank her as she leads me to the basement where I hear groans coming from the torture room. I swallow the lump forming in my throat as she pushes open the door.
    The breath leaves my lungs as I take in the scene before me. Kayn and Sabastian stand in the middle of the room that is splattered with blood. A man is strung up on the wall to the left, his head hanging limply, chest rising ever so slightly. His body is caked in his own blood, wounds cover his chest, his arms, his stomach, his legs. A low keening noise comes from Stella and I look at her. Her eyes are wide, tears welling up on her bottom lashes.
    "Pet, come here." Kayn's demand gets my feet moving. "You are dismissed Stella, unless you want to watch? Maybe it will bring up some more delightful memories of that deceased mate of yours." His taunt seems to hit Stella as she flinches back. Her tears flow freely from her eyes and she backs out of the room and closes the door.
    I walk up to Kayn's side, trying to calm my breathing and trying not to look at the dying man in front of me. A hand grabs my jaw, lifting it to look into glowing green eyes. He smiles down at me then he turns my head to look at the bleeding man. Kyle.
    "This is what happens to those who royally fuck up, for those who make me angry." He nips my ear before whispering in my ear. "You are no exception, little pet."
    The smell of the room swirls with the metallic tang of blood, making me nauseous. I close my eyes. A tear falls from my eye only to be caught by his tongue. I flinch away from him which causes him to growl and push me into the puddle of blood. The feeling of the drying and new blood makes me cringe. My hands and knees are buried in the thick substance. It's sticky and slick, warm and cold. Disgusting.
    "Get up."
    I push myself up to my feet and turn to face the two vampires. Kayn is standing there looking down at me in disgust. Whereas Sabastian is sitting on the metal table, leaned back on his hands with his legs crossed, an amused look enveloping his handsome features. Black hair drapes down to his ears in a messily styled fashion, a few strands come down over his forehead. His eyebrows have the same s-shaped curve as his younger brother, the same hooded eyes. Those red orbs look over me in a way that unnerves me to my core. There is something in that look, something-broken. The smile on his heavy lower lip doesn't seem to reach his eyes.
    Sabastians clothing is similar to his brothers, fancy with a Victorian feel that has modern gothic flair. He wears a black button up shirt with silver chained jewelry in place of a tie. A black vest on top of the button up with two sets of silver buttons on either side of his stomach. Over top of that is a black suit jacket that goes down just past his hips. Tight black pants cover the lengths of his legs with a metal belt going through the loops of the pants. He wears black leather boots that come up to his calves with chains and straps on the fronts. Leather gloves encase his large hands.
    I stop in front of Kayn and look to the ground at his feet. He grabs my hands, placing a knife in my bloodied palms. I look up at him with wide eyes.
    "Kill him." Tilting his head towards Kyle.
    "W-what?"
    "I said," He steps closer to me, forcing my fingers to close over the hand of the knife. "Kill. Him." The words push through gritted teeth. He turns me around and gives me a slight push towards the man hanging from the wall.
    I stumble towards him, hesitating with each step I take into the pooled blood. The man's limp head moves slightly as if he were trying to look up at me. Kayn moves past me and grabs a handful of the man's bloodied blonde hair, forcing his head up to face me. His face bloodied and bruised, eyes swollen shut.
    "Kill him." He growls out again.
    My hands tremble as I take a final step towards the man. Tears stream down my cheeks and I inhale a deep breath, steadying my hands before plunging the knife into his chest with a scream. A gurgled grunt comes from the man before he goes completely still. I drop my hands staggering back on shaky legs. Kayn watches my every movement with wrapped attention, savoring my fall from grace as I break. A sob pulls from me and I look at my hands taking more steps back. Gloved hands grab my shoulders pulling me back against the table before an arm wraps around my waist, keeping me from falling and his other hand smoothes up my neck, grabbing my jaw and forcing my face up to stare into crimson eyes. A blurred vision of Sabastian tilting his head while looking down at me. His earthy scent pushes into my nostrils.
    "Watching them break is always the best entertainment." The blood pounding in my ears muffles his words.
    Kayn steps into my view bringing something warm and wet to my mouth. I bring my hands up trying to force them off of me, trying to get whatever it was away from me. Sabastians fingers grip my chin, pulling down while his brother grabs my hair, keeping me steady and pushing the slimy thing into my mouth. The thick metallic taste of blood surges into my mouth making me gag and choke.
    "Bite down." Kayn demands.
    I start to kick out at him, thrashing in their grip. Sebastian chuckles as he wraps his legs around mine, keeping me in place. Then he forces my mouth shut. My teeth sink into tender tissue and blood squirts into my throat making me nauseous. They release me and I fall to the floor spitting the blood and the chunk out of my mouth. A fleshy splat of something dropping in front of me brings my focus to a heart laying before me, a bite taken from it. Vomit spews from my mouth and I black out.