As If Life Couldn't Get Any Worse

Chapter 7

©BFFBNJ aka Brenda M. England 2011

**Warning this chapter has some sexual content in it.** It is not for the easily offended be aware. **************

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As If Life Couldn't Get Any Worse

 Chapter 7

Zaphira woke to a feeling of hot liquid being poured down her throat, she almost choked on it. It tasted terrible. What in the hell she shook her head trying to gain focus. But the liquid just kept being poured into her mouth. Chills began to form as she felt the liquid run down her face and over her breasts.

She opened her eyes abruptly only to look right into the eyes of the madman that stood in front of her. He was holding his wrists over her mouth. Eww..gross was he giving me his blood. He forced her mouth shut making her swallow. Zaphira attempted to turn her face away. She was NOT drinking that maniacs blood. But even as she thought that she could feel it bringing her body back to life. It flowed quickly through her body like a rush of adrenaline.

Zaphira stared at the her captor intently. She just couldn't understand why he was doing this. She continued to study him as he grabbed a bucket of warm water that was sitting on the floor next to him and brought it over. Steam poured out of the bucket as he reached in and grabbed a warm sponge. Cesar began to wash her face and body, getting rid of any filth or blood that remained on her..

She is so delicious. I am going to make her mine and the entire world will be jealous of her beauty. She has the perfect sized breasts and a tiny waist. Mine...mine...mine....

 Just then her captor reached up and bacl handed her across the face. “Stay the fuck out of MY HEAD.”

Shocked, a small whimper managed to escape Zaphira's mouth. He truly was a maniac but she knew he had been right. She was listening to his thoughts as he cleansed her body. The realization finally hit her. She was still chained to the wall and her arms ached from being chained in the same position for so long. Oddly the hunger she had felt, upon waking, had disappeared.

“Cezar please you can let me go and no one has to know about this.”  She tried to give him her pouty look. You know the one like Chloe always uses and WORKS. But something told her that wasn't going to work for her though.

 “What makes you think I would even want that? I told you Zaphira that you are going to me mine.” He smiled and he began to dry her body off.

“What do you mean...yours?” She asked, even though she was scared she already knew the answer.

 “Well my lovely, I am going to make you my wife of course.” Cezar grinned from ear to ear.

The dread began to set in. I would rather die, she thought. Tears streamed down her face. She was going to be this madman's woman. No!She would not let that happen. She had to think of a plan.

“Your blood is very powerful Zaphira. Any vampire that tastes you, will find you completely intoxicating and I can not bring myself to share that with anyone.”

She watched as Cezar ran to the adjoining bathroom to dump the bucket of water. She tried to make sense of what the hell he was talking about. She was a damned orphan for God's sake!

He continued on, “ I was finally able to read you once I had drank enough of your blood. Sadly you were telling the truth. You really have no idea who or what you are. Do you girl?”

She shook her head but somewhere deep down Zaphira had always known she was different. She had just chalked it up to being different and never really given it much thought. But the older she got the more strange stuff seemed to be happening. Like the voices the past few weeks. She used to think people were just talking behind her back but it has started happening way too often.