The Dungeon of Depraved Beasts (An Erotic Horror Novel)

THE DUNGEON OF DEPRAVED BEASTS:

An Erotic Horror Novel

By

Bree Bellucci

Kindle Edition

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PUBLISHED BY:

Red Garnet Media LLC on Amazon KDP

The Dungeon Of Depraved Beasts: An Erotic Horror Novel

Copyright © 2013 by Bree Bellucci

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to
persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. 
The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used
fictitiously.

Adult Reading Material

The material in this document contains explicit sexual
content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for
readers under 18 years of age.

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THE DUNGEON OF DEPRAVED BEASTS:

An Erotic Horror Novel

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Chapter 1

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Olivia slipped her ear buds into her ears and adjusted the
bag that was slung over her shoulder. It was near six in the evening, and she
had to be across campus in thirty minutes for the department awards dinner. It
was one of the first warm evenings in early May, and she couldn’t bear not
being outside, let alone away from her beloved campus that she was set to leave
in two weeks time.

Instead of driving, Olivia opted to walk across campus,
cutting through the serene little park aptly named Peaceful Plot. Often, Olivia
would see families and the like playing on the small, quaint playground, or
local yuppie alumni, sprawled out on picnic blankets.

Knowing a short cut through a thick grove of trees that were
especially fragrant now, Olivia moved towards them, glad she had packed her
sneakers today. Her ballet flats were stowed away in her bag for the dinner.
Olivia had made quite a name for herself, becoming one of the shining stars
early on in the Fine Arts Department. She painted pseudo-impressionist pieces reminiscent
of an era that was simpler and uncomplicated. Olivia was honored to be
receiving the most prestigious award tonight, Best Emerging Artist. The award
had only been given out six times in the ninety-four years of the college’s
history. And three of those recipients went on to have amazing careers.

Olivia smiled as Taylor Swift crooned in her ear about the
month of December, and she thought of how she not only was receiving an award,
but also presenting one to a freshman who showed promising work. Olivia inhaled
the fragrant blooms, but picked up her pace, not wanting to be late.

Just as Olivia reached the thickest part of the trees, she
thought she heard a noise over her music. She slipped one bud out of her ear
and froze. She strained to listen and then she heard it; a low moaning sound.
Tearing the other bud out of her ear, she moved off the path, trying to locate
the source of the sound. Again she heard a soft moan, and she worried that
someone was hurt.

She pushed her way through a thick bush filled with bright
yellow buds, a smell that was familiar and reminded her of childhood.

“Hello?” she asked tentatively, not wanting to scare
someone, but also not sure if she had heard an animal or a human. She heard a
rustling and the sound again. She decided that the sound was not a human sound
but that of an animal. She pushed a low tree branch out of her face and saw the
cause of the noise. A small golden-hued puppy was curled up in the grass,
whimpering softly. Olivia could see there was something attached to one of its
back paws and she hurried to the puppy, murmuring words of comfort.

“It’s okay, little one,” she soothed, gently approaching and
kneeling next to the puppy. It looked up at her with wide chocolate eyes and
Olivia wondered what negligent owner had let this puppy escape and subsequently
get hurt.

Olivia noticed it was some type of trap that was around the
puppy’s leg, and she wondered if it was a rodent trap. She worked quickly
regardless, knowing she would be late for her dinner if she didn’t hurry and
bring the puppy along.

The puppy whimpered as she pulled the trap off, and Olivia
silently cursed the idiot who let this happen.

“It’s okay. I’m going to take care of you,” she crooned,
scooping the puppy up. At that precise moment, everything went black.
Instinctively, Olivia reached for her eyes, fearing something had happened to
her vision. She dropped the puppy, which began yipping at her feet. She felt
wildly at her eyes, trying to see if something had happened to them. Her heart
was pounding wildly in her chest, but she somehow knew that her eyesight was
just fine and that something bigger was happening.

Her mind raced to apocalyptic presumptions and other
frightening theories such as the sun burning out. Strangely enough, she heard
no other sounds around her. No people crying out or shouting.

“Hello?” Olivia screamed, her panic rising. It was subtle at
first, but Olivia began to feel the ground shake under her feet. She tried to
run, but it seemed that that ground only shook harder. She could see nothing,
and she reached out knowing she would hit trees or brush, but she felt nothing.
How could that be? She was in the middle of the park.

Olivia cried out in surprise as she began to feel the ground
open beneath her.

“Help!” she screamed, realizing she no longer heard the
puppy.

“Help!” she shouted again. She felt a foot slip into the
nothingness beneath her, and she lost her balance. She fell hard, and she
clawed at the earth. There was a terrible rumbling noise and she felt the hole
widen further beneath her. Both feet were dangling and she was grasping at the
ground, trying to pull herself upright.

“Someone! Help!” she screamed again, praying someone would
hear her. What was happening? She felt her fingernails dig into the cool dirt,
but it almost seemed as if the earth was tipping, forcing her into the abyss
below. Crying out with frustration and fear, she tried to find anything to
grasp so she could pull herself up.

She felt the earth tilt again and she lost her grip, falling
into the emptiness. She screamed, waiting for death. What was beneath the
ground? Water? Fire? Instead she felt as if she was sliding down a chute. The
ground beneath her was firm and smooth and the temperature wasn’t becoming
warmer as she imagined. She continued to fall quickly and then she hit the
bottom of something. The entire ground vibrated and the air hummed before
everything was still. Was she dead?

“Hello?” Olivia asked cautiously.

Carefully, she stood, expecting anything to happen at any
minute. When nothing happened, she took two steps into the darkness.

“Hello?” she whispered. There seemed to be a solid wall, and
feeling her way carefully, she moved along what she assumed was a tunnel.

Suddenly, she heard heavy footsteps in the distance. The
steps were hard and fast. She had the instinct not to call for help this time.

“She should be right around here,” a gruff voice said.

“We haven’t been this way in a while,” replied another hard
voice.

Olivia shrank against the wall; something about the men’s
voices frightened her and she was so confused and disoriented from what had
just happened. She hoped the men weren’t referring to her when they said “she”.

She heard the footsteps getting closer, and she crept
backwards along the wall, hoping that she would find a hole or discover some
way of escape. Instead, she hit a solid barrier, letting her know she could go
no farther. Panicked, she crouched down, feeling along the walls and floor for
any place in which she could hide.

“Where is she?” the first man asked, clearly annoyed.

“She’s definitely here. Just feel around for her,” the other
one snapped back. She could feel them moving closer and she tried to creep
around them, able to make out their slight shapes in the darkness. They seemed
to be grasping at the air, trying to touch her. She stifled a scream as she saw
a hand come near her face.

“I can smell her,” one of the men growled. Olivia panicked,
racing in the opposite direction.

“Ha!” cried one of the men. Olivia yelped as he grabbed her
by the hair.

“Let me go!”

“Shut up! Samuel, give me a hand! This bitch is thrashing
all over the place.”

Olivia fought desperately, until the other man, Samuel, came
up and twisted her hands hard behind her back. Her knees buckled from the pain
and her mouth opened in a silent scream.

“Let’s go,” Samuel grunted, yanking her along.

Olivia stumbled down the hallway, as tears of pain and fear
leaked from her eyes.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked shrilly.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that,” the man
who wasn’t Samuel said.

“Aww, Michael, don’t tease her,” Samuel laughed. “She better
worry her pretty little head. In fact, she’s only here because she’s so damn
pretty. I, for one, can’t wait to get a good look at her in the light.”

Michael laughed a hard laugh. “He hasn’t let you fuck one of
his girls in months.”

Olivia didn’t like the way this conversation was heading,
and she didn’t know whom the men were referring to; was there a third man?

“Shut up!” Samuel retorted.

Olivia could see a dim light up ahead and as they
approached, the room grew slightly brighter.

Olivia shuddered when she realized they had walked into a
dungeon.

The walls were made of dark stone, and the ground was
hard-packed dirt. Crude torches were lit against the wall and Olivia could make
out a number of cells.

“Let’s get a good look at you,” Samuel said, shoving her
towards one of the torches.

Michael let out a low-whistle. “You sure are pretty.”

Olivia turned away, not wanting the men to look at her.

“He’s going to love you,” Samuel crooned happily. He grabbed
Olivia by the elbow and roughly pushed her forward. Olivia couldn’t help
looking sideways at the cells as they passed. She saw large, grotesque shapes
hovering in some of the corners, while strangled moans slowly filled the hall.
Olivia shook her head, figuring her eyes were playing tricks on her. No person
could look that disfigured.

To her horror, she also saw women in some of the cells. Some
were dirty and unkempt, while others rocked back and forth, crying quietly.
Olivia turned away; it was too much.

“Up you go,” Michael growled, and Olivia saw that she was
facing a staircase.

“Where am I?” she asked suddenly, turning to look at Michael
for the first time. If his eyes hadn’t been so hard, and his face hadn’t been
twisted in such hate, he would have been handsome. He had wavy brown hair that
hung to his shoulders and dark brown eyes. He looked older than Olivia; maybe
thirty. He was tall and broad and dressed in nondescript black pants and black
shirt.

Michael snickered. “Hell.”

Olivia searched his face for some type of teasing or
taunting, but found nothing. She turned away and began to move slowly up the
stairs. Her legs were shaking, and she tried to focus on putting one foot in
front of the other. She couldn’t think of the two men following behind her, and
she certainly couldn’t think about what she would find at the top of the steps.

Olivia wasn’t sure how many steps she had climbed. Fifty?
One hundred? Two hundred? Her mind was frighteningly blank; a coping mechanism,
she knew.

When they finally reached the top of the stairs, they found
themselves in a large, deserted room. There were no windows, only gray walls,
but the lights in the room gave the strange impression of filtered sunlight, an
unsettling effect. Olivia noticed that one side of the room was lined with
numbered doors.

Samuel pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and studied
it. He was dressed in the same black uniform as Michael. He had short blonde
hair and dark blue eyes. He looked around thirty also, and Olivia thought that
he looked somewhat friendlier than Michael. But that wasn’t saying much.

“Room number eight.”

Michael nodded curtly and pushed Olivia towards door number
eight.

“Where am I going?” she asked, panicked.

“We’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready,” Michael said.

“And there’s no way to escape from in there, so don’t waste
your time,” Samuel said, his voice now bored as he moved towards one of the
three wooden chairs in another corner of the room.

Olivia gulped. Where did door number eight lead?

“Well, go on!” Michael ordered.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Olivia stepped forward and
turned the knob.

She paused, squeezing her eyes shut, waiting for something
to happen. For someone to jump out, or hurt her. When nothing happened, she
opened her eyes and looked around her. She was surprised to see what looked
like a dressing room in a fancy boutique. Slowly, she closed the door behind
her and looked around.

The room was lit with intimate low lighting and the walls
were a relaxing taupe shade. Intricate crown molding rested flush against the
ceiling and plush white sofas were clustered in one corner. There was a finely
crafted vanity against another wall, and the third wall had a three-angle
mirror. Olivia’s eyes caught a stunning red dress that was laid out over one of
the sofas.