The Mistress And Her Vampire

Tomas's hold

 Running a hand over my body, he held my hands over my head pining them with long fingers. I tried to fight him and a sharp stinging blow rocked my head to the side. “Now try to be still I want to enjoy this.” He said, pushing my dress above my hips, Tomas ran slow soft kisses along my neck and jaw, but they may as well be iron blades twisting in my chest. He had both hands tugging at my dress, ripping it from my shoulders. Closing my eyes I chanted ‘I most not cry, I most not cry.’ He pulled me in a sitting position, his hand tightened around my neck with every second. “Open your damn eye,” he said, shaking me. “tell me hear you scream for help, I want it to fill this damn room I want you to call for your dear sweet Nicolas.”

“Never you son of bitch,” I spit in his face. “I would never do anything to please you.”

         He push me on the bed, I moved to the corner as he wiped at his face, next to me was a lamp. I waited for Tomas to get closer, I watch as he move over to me in no time and with-out warring another sharp blow to the mouth and his lips were on mine his tongue assaulted my mouth hard thrust of his tongue there was no compassion, no tenderness and I began to sob I could feel his hands roaming over my body it felt so cold. I was in a dazed; halt-conscious I reaching for the lamp with everything I had I brought it to his head and smash it to pies he screamed in shock, in pain maybe I didn’t care, I pushed him off me pies of clay scratched my skin.

Running from him across the room, he grad a hand full of my hair and jerked me back to him. He then pulled at my along causing to fall to the floor I screamed at the sharp pain coming from my head I hit the cold hard marble floor.

“I was going to be nice, but you force my hand and know I have no chose.” I was    dragged by my hair, he punch in the code for the iron doors to open. He continued to drag me by my hair I was kicking and screaming. There was no one in the hallway as all ways but someone was always watching, I continued to screaming he stop and pulled me up “I need you to cut down on the screaming well you? You can scream as loud as you want later.” He winked at me. He opened a large iron door just off the hallway, you could hare the scrams coming from below, we distend the stair  well he did, I was pushed a few time and he kick me every time, he pulled me to the handrail. “I know a much faster why down. Do you want to try?”

“No, no please no!”   He was behind me, his hands on my hips his body pushing up against mine, my hands tighten around the handrail its five floors down Tomas fingers’ move slowly up my waist, over my should and then rested them there. He whispered something too fast  and too soft for me to understand he kissed my neck then he pushed me over the rail and I was falling. My heart was beating against my chest. I felt helpless; falling was out of my control I could hold on to nothing this must be a dream, this unbearable panic shot through me as time slowed. Was I really going to die today like this falling to my death, as the old style dungeon grey stone came closer my breathing stop and at that time the darkness had consumed me, it felt good to think of nothing just memoirs, old memoirs of mom smiling as she held the twins and dad yelling for me not to run off too frat but they all went black. I had passed out…

 I opened my eyes just in time to see someone throwing water at me. I gasp then cough out the water in my lungs. I was alive, but how? My insides burned but that was ok it made me remember that I was alive I smiled, but that faded when I heard him.

       “Good your awake let get started.”

       “Tomas!” I said just above a whisper. “Ho… how I’m I alive?”

       “I caught you at the last minute; I’m not ready for you to die yet.”        

He caught me, but how is that even passable. “How is that p…passable?”                   

"That's nothing for you to worry about.”

I was chain to a wooden poll. We were at the grand floor his favorite floor, I was cold and my clothes were wet. I didn’t need to look around I knew it well from its stone walls the torches hanged from the wall. I just never thought I would be back here, I knew there would be an audience five floors twenty five jail cells on each floor number of occupants on know,  gender mostly women. It wasn’t dark but it wasn’t light this floor was under grand. It was then that I saw Tomas moving towards the table next to me filled with whips… you name it.