Blood Pet

Chapter Twelve

A/N: Sorry about the lateness of the chapter! I have been busy student teaching this past semester and  barely had time to eat and sleep let alone write! But, now that student teaching is over, I can start writing more! Yay! Don't expect an update everyday though since I can't type that fast, but you can expect one every couple of days until I go back to school after MLK day in January.

Song Choice: Confident by Demi Lovato

The sound of the cuffs clicking into place around my wrists was almost deafening to my ears.

He leaned down to attach the cuffs to my ankles, but before he could grab hold of my foot, I kicked him as hard as I could in the face.

The crunch sound that his nose made as it broke was very satisfying to my ears.

I'm not one to enjoy causing others pain, but that bastard sure as hell deserved that... and a hell of a lot more.

He froze and slowly moved his head up to stare at me. I gulped slightly.

His eyes were no longer a light blue color, but a bright red color. I think I had really pissed him off. I just glared at him though; not about to show him that I was scared.

The sight of the blood on his face from his nose made me a little queasy though.

"You are going to regret that move, Jessica."

"Fuck you." I spat at him as I tried to kick him again.

He saw me coming this time and grabbed hold of my ankle before I could make contact again. He gripped it so tightly that I was afraid he would snap the bone if I moved even an inch. Before I could move my other ankle, he had the first one chained and was holding the second one just as tightly as the first one. He then had that ankle chained.

He stood up and I noticed that the blood had stopped flowing from his nose which was completely healed. Guess the whole "fast healing" thing was true about vampires.

I was now tied up on the Rack; one of the most infamous torture devices to ever exist. At least that's what my Medieval Europe professor had said when we talked about it. It was meant to cause a whole hell of a lot of pain by stretching the limbs of its victims so far that they could be pulled completely out of their sockets. I was about to find out about how much pain it could inflict on its victim and whether it really could pull the limbs out from their sockets or not.

I glared at him as he continued to smirk at me. I watched him as he moved beside the piece of equipment I was currently attached to. He grabbed hold of a lever attached to the side and pulled on it slightly. I let out a cry at the pain that shot down my arms.  

"See what this small movement is doing to your daughter, Justina? Just imagine if I have to push down on this lever any further. I could very well make your daughter's limbs come completely out of their sockets. And, no amount of my blood will be able to fix her. I will hold it in this position and I will slowly increase the pressure every five minutes or so. Doing it in this manner means that your daughter's arms and legs can withstand about thirty minutes of this, so I would suggest you call me back real soon. Limbs that aren't attached anymore are nearly impossible to put back in place."

He turned away from the camera.

"You are such a fucking psycho." I spat at him.

He chuckled, "I know, you've told me that before. Care to throw a new insult at me?" he asked. "I would be careful with what you chose though, Jessica, one wrong word and I could "accidentally" push this lever down."

"Sadistic bastard." I spat, "Psychotic asshole. You're a pathetic excuse for a man since you have to tie a female down to get her to have sex with you. That's not surprising since you're such a psycho, no –"