Living in Darkness (Bloodbreeders) (17 page)

“Damn it Enrique, what did I just say?” Annabel yelled.

With me flat on my back, the three men were finally able to grab hold
of me and drag me from my cell.

“Tie her hands and bring her to the room,” Annabel ordered, already
walking away.

Enrique flipped me over onto my stomach and I moaned as he ground his
knee into my back while he bound my hands. After my hands were tied, he jerked
me to my feet by my hair. He pressed his face next to mine as he came up from
behind me. He was breathing so fast that the heat of his freshly fed breath
moved the tiny hairs on my skin.

“One day, I’ll make you pay for that little stunt,” he seethed. “I’ll
shove myself so deep inside you that you’ll taste me in your mouth.”

I may have been naive in that area, but I was smart enough to know what
he meant. I also knew he wanted a reaction, and I wasn’t about to give him one.
When I didn’t respond, he started pushing me in the back toward the room that
Annabel had gone into, on legs that hadn’t stood in weeks. The first thing that
happened was I stumbled forward taking several quick steps trying not to fall
flat on my face. That’s when Enrique yelled, “She’s trying to run,” and dove on
top of me, knocking me to my stomach. He landed so hard on top of me that it
crushed the air from my body, and then he pushed my head against the hard stone
floor and held it there, laying his body firmly and full length on the top of
mine.

“Just like this,” he hissed, licking my cheek. “When you least expect
me.” Then ground his perversion into me before he slid his hands under, picking
me up by way of molesting my breast.

“Let me go,” I screamed trying to pull away from his grip.

“Enough! Bring her, and if I ever see you touching this one again, I’ll
personally have you placed in the lower level.”

That got his attention because he picked me up off the floor and threw
me over his shoulder. We went through the door, and after it was shut, Enrique
dropped me to the floor without as much as a bend at the waist. I tightened
every muscle in my body as soon as I felt myself go airborne, bringing out an
unexpected scream on the way down. The pain that shot through me was a welcome
change and worth every agonizing minute to be out of that man’s reach.

“Bring out the chair and put it next to the table,” Annabel ordered one
of the men, the one whose ear I had partially bitten off. He did as he was
told, and when the chair was in place, she added, “Now, put her in it, and
strap her down good. Surely you can manage
that
a little better than
your last job?” The two men didn’t acknowledge the insult, but picked me up and
sat me in the chair.

“What, you going to give me another manicure?” I asked
,
 
laughing
uncontrollably.

“Oh no, I have something else in mind for you tonight,” she said,
laying odd instruments on the table next to us.

The only tool that I recognized was a clear tube, but I had no idea
what it could have been used for to cause someone pain. After my arms and legs
were securely strapped down, they pushed my head back against the headrest and
strapped it down as well. The band was so tight, that I was unable to turn my
head in either direction, not
even
 
the
slightest.
 
In fact it was so tight that the leather was
cutting into my flesh.

Annabel picked up one of the devices, smiled like a mother would to an
infant she was trying to feed, and said jovially, “Open wide.” Needless to say,
I kept my mouth clamped shut. She nodded to Enrique, who came over and pulled
down on my bottom jaw. As soon as my mouth was opened wide enough, she shoved
the thing she held into my mouth. It was a round, metal contraption with a hole
in the center, and it had little legs that hooked onto the sides of my mouth,
keeping it pried wide open. It was almost too large, causing my lips to feel as
if they were being split wider than they should be.
 
She shoved it so far into my mouth that I felt—as
well as heard—it scraping my teeth as it began to gag me.

“Do you have the blood ready?” Annabel asked no one in particular.

One of the men brought over a pitcher and sat it on the table. She
looked down at me slowly shaking her head, with that stupid halfcocked smile,
“You should never disobey Mistress Yvette. She was very kind to offer you food
from her own private stock.” I wanted to argue, but there was no way I could
speak with this thing in my mouth. Annabel turned back to the table and picked
up the plastic tube. “If you swallow, the tube will go down much smoother,” she
said, inserting it through the hole in the tool that she had placed in my mouth.
She pushed the tube into my mouth, past my tongue, into my throat. That’s when
I found out what type of pain the tube could cause. I gagged repeatedly as she
forced the tube further and further down my esophagus, until it would go no
further. Even when the tube was in place, I continued to gag, convulsing and
completely unable
to take a full breath. Annabel secured a
funnel to the small piece of tube that was still exposed and looked down into
my watering eyes.

“This is what happens when you refuse to feed,” she told me, picking up
the pitcher. “You don’t want to be weak for your date tomorrow night, now do
you?”

I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about, and I really didn’t
care. All my concentration was trying to steal small intakes of air through my
nose in-between the continual heaves. She began to pour blood from the pitcher
into the funnel, and I could see the clear tube turn crimson as it filled. She
kept pouring until the jug was empty, and then proceeded to pull the tube out. As
it came up, the repetitious movement of my diaphragm became more violent.

“Uh-uh,” she said, as if scolding a child. “Throw it up, and I do it
again, as many times as it takes. We have all night.”

She removed the metal piece from my mouth as she spoke. I squeezed my
lips together, doing my best to swallow, but it did absolutely no good. My body
gave way to one final heave, and the blood came gushing from is portal,
showering back down onto my face.

“Now that is a shame,” she said, her satisfaction shrouding her mock
disappointment. “It looks like we’ll have to start all over.” I could see
Enrique out of the corner of my tear filled eye, smiling like the Cheshire cat.

My throat was in agony, raw all the way down, and Annabel was placing
the round thing back in my mouth. This time I tried not to struggle, but my head,
like this rest of my body fought against its own will. Tears of anguish filled
both my eyes, and I couldn’t stop them from streaming down my face.

“Oh, don’t cry,”
Annabel
said. “If you weren’t
busy tomorrow night, I would be doing so much more.”

The tube was worse going down the second time than it had been the
first. My throat was so raw that it felt as if the tube was taking off pieces
as it went along. Another jug of blood was brought out, and Annabel refilled my
stomach.

“Best hold this down,” she said when she was done. “Like I said before,
it only gets worse.”

Like before, my body reacted and I gagged as the tube was removed, but
I closed my eyes, breathing in as much and as deep as I could, and luckily
nothing came up. She removed the piece from my mouth a second time and I prayed
that there wouldn’t be a third. I gagged one last time and as I did, blood
filled my mouth. I swallowed it back down without a single drop leaving my
lips, leaving Annabel looking slightly disappointed.

“Good girl. I do believe you may be trainable after all.” I tried to
respond, but my throat was so demolished that no sound came out. “Put her in
the dry cell. Her skin is wilted from the water, and her master would not be
pleased with that. He likes his slaves smooth to the touch.”

I didn’t know which master she was referring to, or what was supposed
to happen tomorrow night, but I knew I would soon find out.

After I was unrestrained, one of the men pulled back a curtain to
reveal a cell, much like one they have at a county jail. It even had a cot
inside. The three men picked me up with plenty of caution from what I learned
to refer to as the torture chair. They carried me into the cell, throwing me onto
the floor. They locked the barred door and closed the curtain. That's when I
heard Annabel say, “Clean up this mess. I have to report to the mistress.” All
that followed were clanks and bangs, and the sound of a door slamming.

When it sounded as if everyone had gone, I pulled myself up next to the
bars and reached out trying to pull the curtain back, but it was just out of
reach. I swallowed past the pain,
 
 
rubbing my neck, as I started to relax. I
think I was still in shock at what had just happened.
 
I never even realized that the blood that the
wicked she devil just forced down me, was actually making my worn and weak body
tingle with a new rejuvenating sensation. That thought was the only relief of
being out of the immediate situation.
What
is wrong with these people?
I thought to myself.
They enjoyed every second of hell they put me through. How many have
they hurt, or killed?
I crawled up onto the cot and lay down. It was the
first time that I had been off the filthy wet floor in I don't know how long. Yet,
it was little consolation to the cruelty that I had just undergone. I held
myself letting my tears freely flow, and it wasn’t long until I had cried
myself to sleep.

Chapter 14

I hadn’t been awake very long when I heard the door open in the outer
room and seconds later the curtain was pulled back. I let out a long breath,
releasing the tension that had been pulling at every muscle from my shoulders
to my neck, when I saw who stood on the other side of the bars. It was
Tanda
, but in an instant my relief turned to concern. The
entire right side of her face was badly bruised and swollen. I didn't have to
ask. I had seen first -hand how cruel the creatures could be. She quickly
turned her face when she saw the look on mine, acting ashamed of the act committed
against her. I couldn't understand how such a young girl, could withstand the
likes of Annabel and Enrique, when my time had been nothing in comparison, and
already I prayed for escape, if not by way of death.

“Miss, I am to help you get cleaned up,” she said quietly, not making
eye contact.

“What happened to you?” I exclaimed. She looked down and said nothing.

“Did that happen because of what I told you to tell your Mistress?” I
asked, hoping I was wrong. She nodded, still not looking away. “I am so sorry,
Tanda
. I didn’t know she would hurt you.”

“It’s okay Miss. No one’s ever denied them the way you do,” she said,
finally raising her eyes to mine. “I wish I had your courage. Even men that are
brought here have not been as brave as you.”

Tanda
was
holding a covered tray, and when she noticed me looking at it, she took off the
cover and said, “The man you are to be taken to wishes you to bathe with
these.” On the tray that she held were numerous assortments of bath soaps and
oils.

“If I don’t, will they take it out on you again?”

She didn’t even have to answer. The look on her face told me they
would. The small girl before me with reddish-blond hair and perfect big, blue
eyes looked absolutely terrified, just at the mention of them. I knew I
couldn’t refuse this time, because they could do whatever they wanted to me,
but I couldn’t stand these animals hurting her,
because
of me.

“Okay honey, you can help me. I’ll do what you ask,” I told her.

“Thank you, Miss,” she smiled from ear to ear, and her beautiful face
lit up. “I'll get your bath ready and come back for you when I am done,” As she
was starting to walk away, she stopped a few feet away and turned around. “Oh,
you should know that Garvin must be here when I unlock the door, but don’t
worry, he is like me. You don’t have to fear him.”

“It’ll be fine," I smiled back. “I won’t cause any trouble for you.”

She did a little curtsey and left the room. It wasn’t long before she
returned, with Garvin at her side. He put a key in the lock, but before he
turned it, he gave me a very serious look.

“
Tanda
said you were going to cooperate. If I
unlock this, you promise you won’t fight us?”

“If you promise not to treat me the way the others do, then we won’t
have a problem,” I replied.

“I am nothing like them," he responded as he opened the door. “I
was raised to never hurt a woman.”

“He’s been beaten very badly because he wouldn’t strike another slave.”
Tanda
broke in saying.

Garvin stood with pride as
Tanda
spoke. He
was a very handsome, tall young man. His short blond hair was almost white, with
blue eyes that sparkled with just a hint of gray.

“We must hurry before someone comes in to check. If they see we are
talking to you, especially in kindness...” he trailed off. “If they were to
ever find out...”

“Don’t worry,” I interrupted. “If they ever ask me about you two, I'll say
you are both pushy little creeps, okay?”
Tanda
giggled and Garvin tried to hide a little grin. At that moment, I was sure that
the three of us would become friends, and the thought made me smile. “Well, are
we going to do this, or are we just
gonna
stand
here?” I asked, and then stepped out of the door.