A man I have never come across before, with long black hair and disheveled clothing, hisses and responds, “I think we should test her healing first.” My breath comes in sharp pants, my adrenaline kicking into high gear.
Snapping his finger and smiling, my captor tells him, “Excellent idea. Perfect. Bring me the scalpel. That's a good place to start.”
The lone woman in the room steps forward, holding a scalpel, handle side out, handing it to my would-be torturer.
“Please, please, help me. Don’t do this. It was a mistake. Please.” I’m disgusted at myself for begging for anything from these vamps but the danger in this room is so potent, I can almost feel it coating my skin.
“Watch it, princess. I will gag you if you can’t be quiet. Nobody likes a mouthy woman.” He grabs the back of my hair and pulls my head back, bringing the blade to my collarbone and sliding the sharp edge against my skin. I feel the knife slide into my flesh, can feel it in my teeth, like nails on a chalkboard. The blood drips down my chest and into the valley of my breasts.
The vampires press closer at the sight of the spilled blood, and he starts to lap at my skin like a dog.
“Marc! Fucking share.” Jon scolds my torturer, Marc.
“Shut the fuck up. You’ll get your turn.” He rubs his fingers into the blood, smearing it around before he rips my shirt down the middle, exposing more tender flesh to his hands. Grabbing my thigh and pushing my legs apart, he steps into the space he created, pressing his body against me. I’m trembling, praying he doesn’t press his advantage and cross from torturer to heinous monster.
“So pure and clean. Not a scar, a tattoo, or a blemish. So creamy,” he tells me as he rubs his bloody hands across my stomach. “Look at that, Anna, the blood is already stopping. I can’t tell if it’s fast healing or a shallow cut. We better try again.” Backing away from me, he beckons her closer.
This time Anna approaches, almost wearily. She looks curious but not as blatant in her excitement or enjoyment of the torture happening in front of her.
I try again. “Anna, you don’t have to do this. I’m like you, don’t let these men do this. Help me, please, don’t do this.”
Quicker than I can even follow, Anna snaps her arm out and cuts my arm deeply from elbow to wrist, the blood flowing freely and dripping onto the floor. She leans forward and licks the blood from my arm and sucks at the artery which is spilling my life onto the concrete.
“You idiot! She’s a human, you’re going to kill her. Fuck!”Marc pushes her out of the way as he wraps his hand tightly around the wound. The edges of my vision begin to blur and I feel my head drop against the cold wall behind me. “Fuck, Nicolas is going to kill us. He needs—” I don’t hear anything else as I lose consciousness.
