Purple Blood

Prey

**A/N: The feelings that Charlotte has in this chapter and the later chapters are due to a type of psychological response called the Stockholm Syndrome where a victim may begin to sympathize and become emotionally dependent on their kidnapper/abuser after going through a series of traumas and being put in the state constant of fear, stress.

Some victims may even develop romantic feelings towards their captors.

Also: mention of violence and sexual assault

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For the next 3 days, I stayed curled up in my bed, slept through days and nights as if someone had switched off my power button. Ever since arriving this place, I had been running on nothing else but adrenaline, which also explains why I'm currently out cold as every last bit of my adrenaline has finally been drained.

From time to time, I can occasionally sense Mallory's presence around the room carrying out her duties but I was too tired to even open my eyes and eventually, I got too comfortable with the idea that she'll be the only one who would enter my room everyday just for her duties and I lowered my guard down.

Today, there were shuffling noises coming from the door. Thinking it was Mallory, I didn't even bother to open my eyes and was slowly drifting off again when suddenly, the left side of my bed sinks a little and I felt a hand caressing my right cheek.

In spilt seconds, a sense of danger rushed through my body, my eyes sprung open in terror and ready to throw myself off to the other side of the bed. But before I could do that, a hand grabbed onto my wrist firmly, I snapped my head to the left to see who was grabbing me. It was Ms Venable.

Seeing her face only adds to my terror. I flinched and shook my hand aggressively to break free from her grip. To my surprise, she is stronger than I expected her to be and my weak attempts to break loose does nothing other than making her grip around my wrist tighten.

"Where do you think you are going, do you really think you can run from me?"

It's true, even if I could manage to run out of the room, where could I go?

Feeling defeated, I stopped struggling and smiled bitterly.

"Lie down, cuff your right hand to the headboard" She says as she threw one of the handcuffs beside me.

I did as I was told, my eyes focused on the ceiling trying to distract myself, my heart was racing and for some reason, my stomach feels weird, almost as if there were...butterflies.

Wait...what's happening to me? Am I somehow being turned on by this woman or? I mean she's beautiful but after what she's done-

My mind went blank as she rips open my pajamas top after cuffing my other hand to the headboard.

An arousal starts to build up between my legs and my eyes are now looking at Venable. Her dark brown eyes, eyebrows, high cheekbones, lips, everything so well-balanced, one of God's finest creation.

"I didn't say you could stare"

Feeling guilty, I blushed while subconsciously looking down to my pants which is warm and moist underneath and a soft moan escapes my mouth as she slips her hand in my pants and teasing me through the thin fabric of my panties.

"Hmm looks like someone is wet" she says wickedly.

Before I know it, I was now lying there with my bottom bare, breathing heavily as her hand rubs on my clit in circular motions as slow as she can, teasing me like a lion playing with its prey before killing them.

The tension that has been building up from all the teasing is slowly pushing me to my edge, my walls are now tightening and my core is aching to release. Soon enough, I came undone.

My body was arched back, mouth hung open to let out a silent scream, heart pounding violently in my heated chest as I try to catch my breath. I was a hot mess.

"Looks like someone is enjoying it? I didn't say you could come though" She looked at me with the eyes of a predator, flashing me a devilish look and before I could react she pumped 2 fingers inside me.

Pain shot up to my body from the sudden penetration and it only hurt more the faster she pumps, completely ignoring my whimpers. My body was jerking and I was tugging my arms desperately trying to break free from the cuffs but it was no use, I can feel the cuffs digging deeper into my skin the more I tug. It was hopeless.

Eventually, I surrendered in complete despair and submitted myself to the role that I was given from day 1, the prey.

Shortly after, I reached my climax once again and is now breathlessly begging her to stop.

"Pl-please I-I can't...anymore" I cried and pleaded.

"Well clearly someone was enjoying it anyway, so I'll decide when to stop and I don't want to hear any sound from you"

"I-" Before I could say anything she inserts 3 fingers into me and starts pumping quickly. It went on until I lost count of the number of orgasms I'd had and finally lose consciousness due to the lack of air and exhaustion.