Feeding Time

Chapter Eight

My expression turns from anger to shock to see Jonathon, realization hitting me like a truck.
"You're with him. You've been helping Jake. This whole time."
"I didn't have a choice."
I chuckle darkly at his words, giving the chains on my wrists another tug. "Funny. I don't believe you."
"I'm not asking you to believe me", my father says, slowly walking over. "I'm asking you to do as you're told."
"Does Kylie know?", I ask, ignoring him. "Is she part of this too?"
"No." Jonathon reaches over to brush a strand of hair out of my eyes, but I jerk away, growling at him from deep inside my throat.
"Dont touch me. I hate you; I can't believe you would betray me like this."
"You don't hate me", he replies. "I made you better."
"I'm a murderer!", I shriek in fury. "You made me into a monster; just like you."
"I DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE!", my father roars back, startling me. "I wouldn't talk this way about things you don't understand."
"Make me understand then", I snarl. "Make me see why you tore our family about and gave me this damn urge. Make me understand."
Silence.
"Yeah. That's what I thought. I never want to see you ever again."
"Theresa-"
"Leave me alone!" The restraints rattle, adrenaline, pulsing through my veins in the place of my anger, causing my hands to shake slightly at the surge of extra energy. "When I get out of here, I will kill you both."
"You can't escape this", Jonathon says, rising back to his feet. "And soon enough you won't even have control. I'm trying to spare you from that, Baby."
"Don't call me that." I lift my chin, glaring at the surgeon head on. "Now go away."
"Theresa please", he urges. "It will help you."
I laugh at that, throwing my head back to stare at the ceiling, the only sound in the room my maniacal chuckle.
"You can't help me", I say. "Nothing can. No medicine or murder will set me free."
"You don't know that."
I shut my mouth, deciding that I'm finished talking to the third traitor in my life.
After a while, Jonathon Moore sighs and walks out of the room, quietly shutting the wooden door behind him.
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"Have you changed your mind yet?", a new voice asks from the doorway. "Or are you going to keep being a bad girl?"
My eyes flit in the strange woman's direction as she struts over, her heels clicking quietly on the wooden floor.
"Finally, someone I don't know", I chuckle. "I was starting to wonder if everyone I know is a traitor. Name please."
"Adara. Or as your friend calls me, Little Fire."
"I'm guessing you're the one who got Jake out of prison." I whistle through my teeth at the thought. "I must say, nicely done."
"Well as his wife, naturally I should be the one to set him free."
My mouth drops open at her words in shock. "He's married?!"
"Ah, I forgot", Adara sighs, yanking on the chain my the headboard. My back hit the mattress, hard. I feel the metal tighten from the bedpost, the links being secured in place with a padlock. "He pretended to love you. Ouch, this must really hurt."
"Then you'll probably be happy to know he had sex with me", I laugh, arching my back as I begin struggling again. "After I found out he was a liar, I might add."
"He did what?!"
"And he enjoyed it very much as I recall. Getting a girl that was tied up naked and sliding his-"
"Enough!" The woman slaps me, but I laugh at the sting, my urge awakened by the slight twinge of pain. "That's a lie!"
"I have no reason to lie to you", I say calmly. "But Jake fooled me. He can easily fool you."
"Shut up!" She hits me again and I giggle.
"Hit me harder", I hiss through my teeth. "Let me feed on it."
"Adara, enough." Both of us look over at Jake from where he is now leaning on the doorway. "We can't let her feed, remember? Not until she agrees."
"She's a liar!", his wife exclaims, jabbing a finger in my face. "You had sex with her?"
"Oooh, did I mention when he first kidnapped me, I woke up naked beside him in bed?", I ask, jerking around on the mattress. "He may have fucked me then; I'm not really sure. You'll have to ask."
"Theresa, I am one second away from gagging you, do you really want that?", he asks calmly.  "If not, I suggest you stop feeding my wife lies."
"Says the liar", I laugh. "Blood, blood, blood. Spill it all."
"Ah, are you ready to accept your fate now?", the man asks, running a hand through my tangled brown hair. "Are you ready to be good?"
I spit in his face. "Die in hell, asshole."
"I'll give you a little more time before setting you loose then. We'll see you in the morning."