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Lets see how hot this story really is shall we?
if i get the required amount i will try to immediatly upload.... :)
so now a preface...
is this a new soft side of Damien we haven't yet seen? Or is it something more....sinful???
let the torture begin.....
Chapter 11
He was standing before me in all his glory. Damien, my tormentor, my jailor, the vampire who set both my fears and blood aflame. His eyes were the same smoldering coals that I had first glimpsed in my cold cell; they still instilled the same ice cold chill within my bones that came from pure instinct. It was like when we first met, how many hours ago it has been I cannot say, but I knew that I was in trouble, then and now. The only difference? Now I knew how much worse he could be then what my pathetic imagination could fabricate.
Knew that he had no morals.
Knew that he saw me only as food and play.
Knew that I was mortal and he was immortal.
That there was a massive difference in the two.
So why was there still a part of me that stayed heated despite the wind of fear that kissed ice into my bones?
“Rebecca.” He purred. His hand whipped out, and grabbed hold of my jaw before I could cry out or even jerk in response. Oh no! thoughts flitted like mad birds through out my mind as cold fingers pried my clenched teeth apart. He was mad! Oh god he was mad! I couldn’t even focus on what was in front of me I was so scared. Please… not the bite. I silently prayed. Just… not the bite… anything but that. My lips strained apart at the frightfully controlled strength of Damien’s hand.
Control can snap. So can bones.
Something cold and sweet smelling was suddenly pushed into my mouth and the hold on my jaw shifted, forcing me to bite down. Juice, rich and familiar exploded over my tongue. Strawberry? Like that I snapped out of my terror induced trance and I looked up at him in shock.
His trademark smirk came into view. “Why so frightened Beca?” he soothed. A thought popped into my head. Maybe he wasn’t angry? Maybe he understood? But then that hard glint flashed in his eyes and I felt my stomach drop. “Unless you did something Bad.” he crooned, face still pleasant but grip tightening to painful. “Chew.” I obligingly chewed, slowly and cautiously incase he’d slipped a razor or some other pointy object into the fruit. Usually this is the part in the movie where people go ‘you stupid girl! He’s drugged it! Why are you being so stupid?!’. Like I hadn’t thought of that particular option. But to be honest I doubted Damien would try something like that; after all, he was a vampire. Why would he need drugs? Grudgingly I swallowed the fruit, the taste I once adored now turned to ash within my mouth. I was too nervous to even savor my first real food in what seemed like weeks but could’ve only been days.
Nails dug sharply into my flesh and I sucked in a sharp breath, looking up at Damien. “What do you say when you receive a gift, Rebecca?” A scary gleam twinkled at me from his eyes and I fought the urge to shrink away.
“T-thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he let go of my chin and I slumped down only to receive a slap across my face that burned red anger across my cheek along with pain. I refused to cry out, even as I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. Even as I wanted to burst into tears. That’s what Rebecca would’ve done. That’s what she would’ve done in the park. When Damien touched her first. So if I wasn’t, who was I?
“Don’t move.” Damien growled. My first response was to snarl and tell him to go to Hell but I held the impulse in check and settled for a stony glare; obeying the vampires wishes. He waited a second as if expecting me to jump up and kick him in the jewels but when I didn’t he released me again and turned to go back to a table. A shudder rippled through me. He was feeding me… so what would he expect when the food was gone? Reimbursement?
Before I could think further on that Damien was standing in front of me with a bowl of fruit in hand, a piece of melon between two fingers. “Open.” he pressed the sweet orange flesh to my lips and I hesitantly obeyed, taking what he offered into my mouth. Taste flooded my mouth. Tangy. Fresh. Delicious. My thoughts warred with each other as I chewed the delicious morsel. I was starving, my stomach screaming at me to take what he offered and deal with what he wanted later… but I couldn’t quite get passed the niggling feeling that he wanted more than I could give. Something I didn’t want to give to anyone…
A blueberry smoothed over my lips and I took the offered food more readily, but kept my eyes trained on him the entire time. Watching him watch me with peculiarly blank eyes. The fact startled me. This wasn’t normal, Damien looked at me with lust, anger, raw emotion, not this utter blankness. Not this detached air that lulled me into an almost relaxed state as I lay completely at his mercy; and the way I calmed was even more distressing to me. I had always been wired and jittery when he came in, when I was even alone in his room I was so hyped up that sleep was impossible. Always ready for flight.
More food slipped past my lips as they parted again and again, to admit Damien’s gifts. The more food I accepted the more my stomach filled and the more content I became. Slowly, ever so slowly I felt my lashes flutter down. With every bite they grew lower and heavier. With every taste my comfort in being in the same room with Damien increased. I was floating on a cloud of nothingness, being fed the delicacies of the gods. Everything around me that I could see through the veil of my lashes was warm and glowing and welcoming.
Kiwi invaded my mouth, along with a tip of a cold finger as it grazed my tongue, but before I could register it, it was gone and I was chewing my way through heavens gates again.
Beneath my skin I began to feel a subtle hum even through the laxative weights of my muscles. My mind was a haze of red hues and shades of black. I felt warm and pleasant, like a cat soaking up sunlight on a windows ledge.
Maybe Damien wasn’t that bad…
Maybe I had misunderstood him…
Did it really matter?
I was cradled a velvet embrace of happiness. Utterly satisfied. But there was a niggling feeling I was missing something. That something wasn’t right. Something was off… Abruptly a shot of adrenaline spiked and my eyes flew open to look at a smiling Damien holding out a slice of pear; it was too innocent. Something was up, he had done something, it was written in the smug twinkle in his carefully guarded eyes as he looked at me.
I opened my mouth to demand to know what was going on but before I could a sweet piece of pear slid over my tongue and I automatically bit down. Juice over flowed my mouth and all my muscles relaxed again, my lashes glided lower; a soft haze swirled over my train of thoughts and I suddenly couldn’t remember why I was so keen on speaking.
Why speak when I was being eating scrumptious food?
Why think when I could let Damien attend me?
Why not just be?
Awareness slipped back and I smiled dazedly as I took more fruit. The hum was becoming more and more prominent but all I could focus on was that I felt so good. So worry dissolved away. After all, if you felt good you had to be okay, right? It was only common sense.
hahahah i wuv torture ^-^ don't you?
what's gonna happen?
ooooh who knows???? ME? i might.... but im not telling!!
if your as sadistic as me and wwant this torture to continue then remember
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and you'll get to see how torturous fruit can be
