Forsaken Blood

- ENSLAVED -

It hadn't even been twenty minutes before the car pulled over. Layla found just enough strength to lift her head and look over her shoulder. She was back at the docks. Dean looked at Layla with a wicked smile and released her from the hold so that her body fell hunched forward.

"Who are you?" Layla asked with wild eyes, "Where are you taking me?"

"Don't you recognize your own mother?" Dean replied sarcastically.

"Ardat... you're using Dean's body? Let him go!"

Dean cackled at Layla's pitiful attempt at resistance.

"I will let him go when he's no longer needed. But whether he lives or dies is up to you!"

They stepped out of the car, and Layla cautiously followed Dean's possessed body toward where the boats were moored. She was lead into a new speed boat and headed toward the opposite side. The river was blinding as the sun reflected like a mirror off the water ripples, but Layla noticed they were heading far to the left of where the vampire coven was.

This can't be good....

They pulled the boat up to a rotting wooden dock and Ardat led Layla down through the industrial wasteland. They moved like wraiths through tight alleys and vacant warehouses until Layla stood in front of a decrepitly old building. She didn't know why, but the sight of the thing offended Layla, it looked like a rundown church. It was bordered by wrought iron fence that stood like spears at least six or seven feet high, with sharp pickets on top. A long, grey, gravel driveway guided them toward the building and barring the entrance was a pair of silver doors. There were sigil carvings etched neatly into the doors, with serpents swirling around them.

Dean held his hand up to the sigils and spoke some ancient language. The words came tumbling out in harsh throaty accents that strung together in messy verses. The serpents came alive before Layla's eyes; they slithered around the sigils until one serpent swallowed the other whole. Layla stepped back in fear, almost not believing her eyes, but was quickly jerked back in line by Dean.

The doors opened up to a cold and lifeless space that held nothing more than a long black table with chairs around it. The large black slate tiles and stone walls told the story of cold hearts.

A scream of a woman pierced the building and Layla gasped in terror. Dean smiled wickedly and pulled her toward the table.

"Sit and wait," he commanded, "and don't think of running, there's nowhere to go."

Layla watched him walk down the hall, his footsteps echoing off the cold floors until he was out of sight. She sat waiting at the table and studied the sigil that marked all of the walls; they seemed to tell some story. She couldn't shake the icy feeling slithering over her skin every time she heard a noise. Sounds like dark hymns from hell-spawn, came from way down the hall.

Footsteps echoed out of nowhere, and a man appeared before her. Impeccably dressed in a white suit, he had short platinum blonde hair on top of a strong Germanic face with green eyes. He couldn't have been older than thirty years.

"Layla Sinclair, I presume," he said, "I have waited patiently for this moment to meet you."

Layla was speechless; she sat there in silence and awe as if some high-king stood before her. She was trembling from fear but her heart raced in excitement.

"Who... who are you?" Layla stuttered.

He smirked and dropped his head as he slowly walked around the table. She could hear him rubbing his palms together until he was right up behind her and put his firm hands on her shoulders.

"You and I, Layla Sinclair, will have much time to become familiar."

Dean re-appeared in the room smiling, walking over in front of them both.

"I see you both have become acquainted, good," Dean smirked.

"Let Dean go," Layla said with sharp eyes that followed Ardat.

She could feel the demon lurking under her friend's skin. The evil lingered heavily in the building and kept Layla's hair upright and her muscles tensed.

"I am only just starting to have fun, darling," Ardat replied through Dean's mouth, "why would I want to give it up for now?"

Layla's eyes widened in horror. She was like a lone lamb in a room of wolves.

"What do you want with me?" she asked.

"You have met Rezaal," Ardat said as she let Dean's finger run along the blonde demon's shoulder.

"You are to be his pet for breeding," Ardat continued, "you are part demon and are perfect for us to raise our kind right here on this plane."

Layla couldn't breath and her head was light. She went to jump out her chair when Rezaal shoved her straight back down.

"I want to go home!" Layla cried.

"You are home, and you will bear me many children," Rezaal stated.

Rezaal's hands went from her shoulders to around her neck, her eyes closed as she couldn't fight the feeling that was being forced upon her. His hands felt like slithering snakes making their way down, twirling around her neck, she could hear the soft hissing in her ear.

"No," Layla whispered.

But it was no use, she knew she couldn't fight the libidinous feeling that she was experiencing. Her shirt was forced forward as he embraced her breasts, she felt his hands stimulating every nerve ending they touched and clawed at. Her nipples hardened in pure ecstasy as her head fell back onto Rezaal's chest letting out a deep moan. Layla's legs were pried open as her breasts were still teased, something wrapped its way up from her ankles, sucking and biting onto her soft flesh, as it found its way up towards her thighs.

Layla's mouth gaped open and she felt a slippery tongue forced inside with her own, it twirled with hers, reaching right down to the back of her throat. She couldn't control her wetness as it trickled down to her buttocks. She could hardly breathe and opened her eyes. His body forced her down into the chair as she saw his true form emerging, his sunken cloudy eyes close to hers, she wanted to scream but her mouth was still full.

She raised her arms in attempt to push him off. Rezaal gripped her arms and jerked her up off the chair. He slammed her back down onto the table like she was his possession.

She flung her head to the side and noticed an inverted pentagram was lit by a fire that surrounded her. His snake like hand held her arms and legs spread wide in pain, while an unseen limb slowly slid its way up to her moist cherry.

"Please stop!" she screamed with all her might but it was no use.

She was a slave to her master.

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