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To say I was amazed at Sylvia's power would be an understatement, because for a human... she was utterly terrifying. Her two blades sliced through meat and bone like it was nothing while her face held only the utmost focus in destroying all that was in front of her. She was stunning, though the black blood she was covered in made her look like the worst kind of devil. I don't understand how I had beaten and killed this monster, she could have run me through three times over without even trying.

It made me mad, because it meant she died for no reason. I killed her for no reason. How stupid.

My sword sliced through an orcs neck while my knife held back an axe from taking off my head. I pushed the attacking orc away while at the same time kicking it in the chest with a heavy boot sending him backwards into the surrounding orcs. It was like there was a never ending amount of them coming into the camp. If it wasn't for Sylvia, Narga -the spirit cat whose name came to mind when I called him- and myself, I think the camp would no longer be standing.

Narga though was even more vicious. He tore through orcs with his teeth and claws, shredding meat off bone with a single swipe. He roared every now and then, making the ground shake from the power of it. His white and black fur was drenched completely in black, which left only his piercing blue iris' that glowed in the dark of the night, becoming a true demon only after flesh and blood.

I spun underneath the arms of an attacking orc easily getting behind it and plunging my sword through its back, slicing its heart. It was nothing but dodge, block and kill for I have no idea how long, but it didn't seem like the orcs were ever going to end. They just kept coming and coming, it was hard to keep up. I was exhausted because I used so much mana and was moving so much. Every now and then I'd become dizzy and my vision would go black for a second but I'd quickly regain myself and continue fighting. But my strength was fading faster each time.

I was back to back with Sylvia while Narga was surrounded in a different section on his own but I knew he'd be fine.

"Where are they all coming from?" I huffed out panting with each breath.

"I have no idea but are you alright?" Sylvia replied sounding worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just really... tired..." An orc stepped forward while swinging his sword forward in a stab motion. It was such a simple move I could have easily blocked or evaded it, but as I raised my sword to hit the incoming attack away, that's not what happened.

A wave of dizziness made me stumble and my vision cloud to black. My ears started to ring and I felt pain spread through my stomach. The dizziness faded, my vision cleared and I could hear Sylvia shouting something. I looked down my body to see why I was hurting but the orcs ugly face was so close I could barely look past it.

My legs collapsed from under me sending me to the ground and finally able to see the sword that was skewered through my torso. I pulled it out of me and dropped it to the ground beside me before pressing my hands to the fast bleeding wound.

Huh, why does this seem so familiar?

My vision clouded and the familiar grubby stone walls and the stink of human waste crowded me back into a memory. The memory of the night I was beaten, stabbed and raped by three men before I was saved by lady Aviva and my life changed forever. I wonder if I'll get saved this time too... I don't think so.

Eyes clearing again from the memory I looked up at the bright starry sky my body going numb even though I could already feel the recently healed skin beneath my hands. I was healed, why couldn't I get back up? An orc stood over me blocking my vision of the sky. Why wasn't he finishing me off? Why was he just standing there? I couldn't move my head but my eyes could and I was confused because Sylvia and Narga were gone and the orcs have stopped attacking the camp.

My confusion and terror grew when I could just barely feel myself being picked up off the ground by the orc who was looking down at me a second ago. Great, am I going to get myself eaten alive? At least I can't really feel anything. Something covered my eyes before all my senses disappeared.

*

I woke with a shocked gasp jerking against metal that was holding me down around my wrist, my chest, my neck, my stomach, each thigh and my ankles, to a firm iron chair. I was wet, cold and suddenly awake in a place I didn't know, chained to a chair with no ability to move anything besides my fingers, toes and head. Though very limitedly.

I looked around me and found myself in a dark room that held nothing but myself, the chair, an iron door and two slightly smaller orcs but no less ugly. I shook my head as best I could to get the water off my face and out of my eyes while I used all my strength to try and get out of the metal chains that tethered me to the chair. I grunted in pain from the amount of pressure I was using trying to get the chains off but it seems that I've become as weak as a kitten because I could feel no real strength in my body, not even any mana.

I stopped struggling after a minute and just sat their panting from the exertion. I looked at the silent orcs in front of me and waited for something to happen, they wouldn't have woken me for nothing. As I waited I looked inside myself only to find nothing, absolutely and utterly nothing. No link connecting me to Anon, no Mating bond twined around my soul that lead to Beatrice, and no mana cowered inside me looking for refuge. There was just nothing but me and my still partially numb senses.

I looked at the orc with one tusk on the left. "What am I doing here?" I asked it trying to hide my growing fear and panic under a calm voice and face. No one answered and that irked me. "Why haven't you guys eaten me yet? Why am I still alive! Answer me damn it!" I lurched against the chains with all my strength as I lost my patience with the silence. It was futile and only caused for my skin to pinch and tear around my wrists making them wet with my blood.

I heard a low growl and looked at the two orcs who were eyeing my wrists with hungry eyes. "What? You hungry? You like the smell of my blood? Why don't you come and get some then? Why hold back and wait?" I asked taunting them. If I was going to die, I'd rather get it over and done with and not wait.

A guttural language I couldn't understand garbled out of one of the guard's mouth as he stepped forward only to be stopped by the other one. A heated argument ensued between the two and sadly it seems that the one who stopped the other managed to convince it not to do anything.

"Damn it." I grumbled to myself before I started to rub my wounded wrists back and forth causing more blood to leak out of the wounds permeating the air with the scent. I could see the orcs pupils becoming dilated with restrained hunger while they gripped their weapons in tight grips. It made me smirk knowing that I was causing them discomfort, serves them right. If I'm uncomfortable so should they.

I breathed an almost sigh of relief when the orc who stepped forward first before finally broke his restraint and came at me with the other right behind him. I closed my eyes not wanting to watch myself be eaten and just waited for the almighty pain of the death I was about to experience.

I tensed and grit my teeth together as I felt their rough hands grab my upper arms while I felt their breaths warm against my wounded wrists. I could hear them breath in my bloods scent and almost cried out in relief when I heard, over my fast beating heart, the iron door opened stopping the orcs from biting down into my flesh.

"Did I not say to keep her unharmed, you useless imbeciles." A familiar voice drawled lowly from the door making my blood run cold in my veins while my eyes shot open to look at the person at the door.

I growled lowly as anger and hatred filled me at the sight of Enrique standing calmly at the door in pristine robes that were fit for a king. "Now now little pet, that's no way to greet your savior." Enrique grinned showing off his fangs.

"Savior my foot! Unchain me then run because when I'm free I'm going to kill you." I spat at him angry beyond belief. I was so angry that my vision started to tinge red with my beast side coming to the forefront wanting at the man, the creature, that killed my parents.

Enrique just continued to smile as he walked into the cell the orcs who were about to eat me stepped backwards out of my line of sight but I could smell their fear of the man who walked in. Enrique chuckled finding my threats obviously amusing. "My dear, even if I released you, you would never be able to kill me."

I spat at him as he walked closer, annoyed at myself that that was all I could do in the situation, but at least I was able to mark his too clean clothes.

My head wrenched forcefully to the side, the metal around my neck cutting against the skin while my cheek stung from the too quick to see slap I received from the now frowning Enrique.

"Now that, my pet, was uncalled for." He drawled red eyes shining bright showing his anger at my disrespect.

The inside of my cheek was split from the hit making blood trickle into my mouth. I spat it out and glared at him while I ran my tongue over the cut then over my sharp white teeth. "I'm not your pet." I snarled at him feeling claws slip through my fingertips as my vision darkened further to a crimson red.

Enrique looked me over and seemed almost surprised but pleased. "You're in blood haze yet you still hold your mind. I'm so proud of you, my pet."

"Shut your mouth! I'm not your pet!" I shouted at him yanking at my restraints wanting to get to him and sink my fangs into his throat. I growled lowly, more beast than human.

"Perfect." Enrique smiled while he reached up a hand to caress my cheek with the back of his fingers. I snapped my teeth at him but he was too far away. "Since you're so much your beast already, this is going to be easy."

I wrenched back in suspicion. "What are you planning to do to me?" I asked trying to reel back my anger and hate so that I could think clearer about the situation.

"Oh, nothing much, I'm just going to make you my complete and obedient pet." Enrique smiled wider as horror filled me.

Red eyes tinged with black. Blood soaking clothes and stuck to skin. Corpses littered all around. Pure delighted pleasure coursing through veins and echoing within loud laughter. Me sitting on that throne of death as a shadow appeared behind me. Enrique standing in that shadow strings of darkness connecting us together.

"Kill... Kill them all." He whispered in my ear and that's exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to kill. I wanted to kill them all because he told me to. I needed to please him.

"No!" I shouted in horror at the vision that had filled my mind. I tried to launch myself at Enrique but I was still chained to the chair. I roared in anger. "You'll never have me! That will never happen! I won't let it."

"My dear pet... You don't have a choice." Enrique smiled evilly before his hand covered my eyes and everything faded away as much as I tried to fight it.

*

Hate

Anger

Blood

Feast

Death

Obey

Master

Pleasure

Hate

Anger

Blood

Feast

Death

Obey

Master

Pleasure

Pain seared through my mind and body making my body seizure against my restraints. I screamed from the amount of pain that coursed through me. The words echoed constantly trough my mind assisted with flashes of dripping blood, thousands of corpses and a forced pleasure that wasn't my own.

Hate

Anger

Blood

Feast

Death

Obey

Master

Pleasure

No! I won't allow it to get to me. The light inside me pulsed and fought against the raging dark mana that was assaulting me. I was drowning in the gooey slimy feeling that dark mana gives me. It filled my every breath and when I tried to hold my breath to stop it, someone would hit me hard in the stomach making me taking in a deep breath.

Hate

Anger

Blood

Feast

Death

Obey

Master

Pleasure

Enrique's smug face filled my vision each time the echoed words of 'obey' and 'master' went through my mind. No, this won't break me. Pain laced through my body again making me scream. Tears fell unwanted from my unseeing eyes as the pain continued to assault me worse than anything I've ever felt before.

Hate

Inside me was bubbling and boiling with nothing but hatred but I no longer knew towards what. Each time the word was whispered into my mind the sight of the fairies and orcs filled my minds eye followed quickly by images of lady Aviva, Ashwini, Anon, Mercy, Athena and my stunning mate Beatrice.

Anger

I wallowed in fuming rage, growling and snarling, snapping my teeth wanting something to tear into. I clawed and lurched at my bindings at the sight of a fairy restrained in front of me. I need to. I had to get rid of this rage.

Blood

So much, there's so much. It dribbled and dropped from the fairy. The scent assaulted me almost worse than the pain that ripped my body and mind apart if I wasn't focused on the words or the images in front of me. I was hungry... I was starving and all that blood was just there, right in front of me, being wasted. I cried for it. I needed it. My jaws ached to clamp around delicious skin. My fangs tingled painfully with the need to tear into that skin. My stomach felt like it was eating itself. Please, please I need it!

Feast

Yes! Yes! Please! I fought against my restraints as the bound fairy somehow came closer and closer. My mouth salivated. Please!

Death

I howled in delight as the fairies neck twisted to an angle it wasn't meant to be twisted in. The audible snap of its neck breaking made pleasure race through me. It was beautiful. Stunning. Delicious. I want it! I need it!

Obey

The dead fairy was still there but Enrique appeared beside it. The restraints disappeared from around me. I lunged at the fairy aching to taste its blood. But something told me to stop before I could reach the fairy and I did. I looked up at Enrique and realised that he was the one who told me to stop, and I did.

Master

Yes... Yes... My master. I knelt before him a feeling of submissiveness made me cower before him, wanting his approval. Wanting to please him. I had to. He was my Master.

"Good, very good my pet." He praised and my heart soared in delight at his words. "You've been so good pet, you deserve to feed now."

My eyes cleared and I found myself in the dark dirty cell. My body was covered in my own blood making me feel heavy and sticky. But at least I was no longer bound. I stood up and stretched my body. It hurt slightly from remaining pain. I also felt tired and warn out but the need to feed was a constant pounding against my mind.

My eyes set on the dead fairy in the chair in front of me. I walked to the corpse but stopped and looked to Enrique for permission. He nodded his head in approval so I lunged forward and sunk my teeth into the fairies broken neck.

Pleasure

It echoed through my mind as blood filled my mouth. It was pure ogasmic pleasure. I don't know how long I was in this cell and assaulted by the pain and words for but it doesn't matter now. Only the blood, the hunger and my Master mattered.

Hate

Anger

Blood

Feast

Death

Obey

Master

Pleasure

I moaned into the dead fairy's neck as the words continued to run through my mind as the magic in the fairy's blood made my skin tingle and the dark mana that now filled me ripple with power.

I pulled away and gloried in the blood that dribbled over my chin and down the skin of my throat.

"Stunning. Absolutely stunning." I heard Enrique breath and I smiled happily at his praise as he bent down in front of me his hand twining into my hair and pulling my face to his. I closed my eyes happy having his attention on me. I felt him lick away the blood from my chin before his mouth covered mine and I moaned into him, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. The attention of my Master an euphoric thing I couldn't get enough of.

That's when I realised... I was completely and utterly lost.

Hate

Anger

Blood

Feast

Death

Obey

Master

Pleasure

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