Seduce me

trapped

Now what to do, what to do?" Santos mused as he watched Marise struggling against her captor to no avail. He grinned allowing Marise to see his fangs, to allow her a quick taste of fear. He walked around the torture chamber, pondering. He looked at Marise who looked at him with fearful and tearful green eyes.
"What should I do?" Santos said, lost in thought. "Should I do it quickly and get it over with? Or should I take this opportunity and prolong it as much as possible?" He looked at Marise's frightened face and pictured Leon's after he was through with her. He felt a smile start to creep along his face. Marise took one look at Santos' face full of malevolence and she started to sob, not even able to imagine the horrors that Santos was going to put her through.
"Yes I think I know what to do" Santos said quietly, standing in front of Marise. "You're going to love what I do to you" In a desperate attempt to set herself free, Marise wretched herself Tristain's grasp, punched Santos right in his face and ran for her life but it was quickly short-lived when something made her trip and sent her sprawling to the floor. Santos stalked to her and Marise saw something long and metal on the floor. She grabbed it and swung with all her might. The pike smashed against Santos' head with a sickening crack and he went down. Marise, her heart in her throat, ran for the door but a dark figure blocked the door, Tristain. Marise didn't stop but instead held the pike as a javelin and speared retain through the chest with it. Tristain let out a roar of pain that reverberated throughout the dungeon. Marise pushed him aside and ran through the long dark hallway.

"GET HER BEFORE SHE REACHES THE DOOR, ITS STILL DAYLIGHT!" Marise heard a voice bellow. Marise thought her chest was about to explode, it hurt so bad Marise kept running. Was the hallway getting longer or has it always been like that? She couldn't be sure, but she didn't care. She just wanted to get far away from the evil vampires and into Leon's arms. Suddenly she saw it, the door! She ran up the steps, almost there She reached for the doorknob and was thrown against the door, a cold body pressing up against hers.
"Gotcha!" Tristain hissed in her ear. Marise let out a scream of frustration as Tristain dragged her back into the chamber. Marise had reached the limit, she kicked, trashed and screamed as she saw Santos' looming figure. He was a horrific sight, blood dripping down his face and a look that was past rage on his face. Marise saw with disgusted fascination that the right side of head was caved in, but then it started to heal, a small cracking noise echoed in the large room. Santos' shook his head and glared at her.
"Now that wasn't very nice," Santos growled at her, grabbing her wrists and bending it back. Marise cried out in pain as Santos continued to bend her hand back and she couldn't move because Tristain kept a death-like grip on her. "Do you feel the pain?" Marise nodded, just wanting the pain to stop. Santos let go of her wrist. Marise sobbed, cradling her injured hand. Marise then realized that something cold was creeping along her back. It was Tristain's blood snaking it's way through the flimsy material of Marise's gown. Disgusted, she tried to get out of his grasp but he held her even tighter.
"Come on Santos let's fuck her already," Tristain hissed "I want to fuck her brains out for what she has done to me!" Tristain panted, his chest heaving. He was having a hard time breathing; Marise must've done some serious injury to him. The thought gave her a sick sense of satisfaction.
"Patience, Tristain," Santo said coolly. He let his gaze wander over Marise's body and smiled slightly when Marise tried to bunch the ripped material of her gown that was ripped up in front. "I have to think of her punishment." Tristain gave a grunt of impatience. Santos then sighed.
"I think I know what to do," he said slowly. Marise didn't like the look on his face and protested when Santos grabbed her away from Tristain's grasp. "He took her and chained her to a wall. Marise struggled frantically trying to get out of the thick, cold, heavy chains.
"Why are you doing this?!" Marise sobbed her head hung low. She felt a pair of cold fingers lifting her chin up and looked straight into Santos' eyes. She flinched slightly at the powerful hypnotizing eyes that met hers.
"I'm going to leave you here for week," Santos explained to you softly, but it wasn't reassuring. It was cold and empty of emotion. "Everyday I'm going to come here and I'm going to torture you in a way that by the end of the week you'll be begging for me to fuck you...Nice and hard" Marise sobbed, terrified of what he was going to do to her. Santos grinned. "And I'm going to make you scream my name morning and night as I take you and I'm going to fuck you so hard that you're going to go out of your mind and you'll be begging for my cock and only me to come and satisfy you." Marise stared at him. Never! she thought. Santos smiled.
"We'll see," he said as he and Tristain left the room. "And so it begins" Tristain gave her a last look of angry disappointment and then she was left alone. Marise looked over to where the woman was still hanging and she broke down and started to wail, unsure of what was going to come.