The Dungeon of Depraved Beasts (An Erotic Horror Novel) (5 page)

“Hello,” a gruff voice spoke behind her.

Slowly, Olivia turned around, knowing she had brought this
on herself by staring.

“Hi,” she murmured, bravely looking the monster in his eyes.
Surprisingly, his eyes were gentler than Rurik’s. In fact, they were
intelligent and soft in a way that neither Gorside’s nor Rurik’s were.

“I’m Leo.”

“Umm...I’m Olivia,” she stuttered, finding it strange that
this monster had such a normal name. Then again, she didn’t have much for
comparison.

“You’re new here.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Obviously,” Olivia said dryly, realizing her thirty
precious minutes were ticking quickly away.

“What’s your story?” Leo stretched out one of his paw-like
arms, and pulled up a nearby stool. Olivia wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries,
especially now.

“I don’t really want to go into it, and forgive me for being
rude, but I would really prefer to be by myself right now.” Olivia chose her
words carefully.

It was hard to tell with Leo’s strange eyes, but he seemed
hurt and his twisted face seemed to falter a bit.

“Of course. I understand. Please forgive the intrusion.” He
lowered his voice so that Olivia could barely hear him. “I’ve been planning an
escape, and the ones who have been here too long,” he nodded towards the
redhead, “are too dead inside to care.”

This got Olivia’s attention and she narrowed her eyes
suspiciously. “How do I know this isn’t a trick?” she whispered heatedly.

“I’m a prisoner just like you,” Leo said, shrugging his ugly
shoulders. “I was working with Mastiv since he had been smuggling out nymphs,
but once he was captured, I’ve been on my own.” Leo looked almost wistful. “His
knowledge was extensive.”

Olivia recalled how Rurik said she was his reward for
capturing a monster that had been smuggling out nymphs.

“Rurik captured him, didn’t he?” Olivia asked, and Leo
nodded.

“How did you know?”

“I’m Rurik’s reward,” she said somberly.

“Then you have every reason to work with me!”

Olivia shook her head, scared. “I don’t know. I just got
here. I just met you. At least give me until—”

Leo’s yellow eyes became angry. “Until what? Until Rurik
abuses your body so much that he all but breaks you? Until you become dead
inside, living only for the moments when he fills you, tricking you into
thinking you want him? Having him degrade you? Share you? Become a monster’s
fuck toy?”

Olivia angrily pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Isn’t that
what you’re doing here?” she demanded. “Fucking young women who had their whole
lives ahead of them? Aren’t you just as bad as the rest of them? Why should I
trust you?”

Leo recoiled as if he had been physically hit.

“You know nothing about me,” he hissed.

Olivia’s face fell. She realized that was true; she didn’t
know Leo’s story. But he was a monster, just like Rurik and Gorside.

“I’m not like them,” he insisted softly. “Forgive me for
bothering you.”

He turned away and walked stiffly towards a fat armchair.

“Leo, wait,” Olivia said. She knew Leo heard her, but he
didn’t turn around. Moments later, the elevator slid open, and Michael stepped
out.

“Let’s go, you piece of filth,” he spat at Leo. “Time to go
back to the dungeons.”

Leo looked long and hard at Olivia before following Michael
into the elevator.

Olivia slumped over once the doors had shut. Leo had been
telling the truth; he was a prisoner, just as she was. And even worse for him,
he had to reside in the dungeons. Panicked, Olivia wondered when she might see
him again—if she would see him again.

Her mind began to race. She needed to find a way to speak to
Leo again. Monster or not, Leo seemed to have answers and a plan and he had
reached out to her. Olivia knew that the following day she was going to be
ripped open by Rurik when he showed her just how monstrous he truly was.

Olivia needed to get out of this hellhole before it was too
late.

And it seemed another monster had the answers.

* * * * *

Chapter 2

* * * * *

Olivia stared at the blank wall,
her mind churning with a number of thoughts. In her brain, she ticked off
everything she knew so far. She knew that she was in another universe. She knew
that she was being held prisoner. She knew that she was a gift to the Master’s
son. As she thought of Rurik, her mind spun in a thousand different directions.
Rurik, the son of Gorside, was a grotesque beast. The only silver lining was
that Gorside was even more grotesque.

Sighing with frustration, Olivia
rolled over and got out of bed. She glanced down at the purple pajama pants.
This was the standard outfit for whenever she was not “in service.” Olivia knew
she should go to bed, that she had a long day ahead of her, but she couldn’t
turn her mind off. She knew that her earlier encounter with a particular
monster was the reason for her sleeplessness.

Earlier that evening, Olivia had
been granted permission to visit the Rec Room. It had been a reward from Rurik
since she had pleased him that day. In the Rec Room, she had met a monster
named Leo. He had basically asked her to escape with him. She had scoffed at
the offer, thinking it was a trick and not truly believing that Leo was a
prisoner.

Olivia had felt horrible when she
saw Michael escort Leo to the dungeons; he had been speaking the truth about
being a prisoner. Olivia had just assumed that any beast would be like Rurik and
Gorside; fucking the life out of the women who were being held captive. Olivia
now needed to find Leo again. She needed to apologize and she needed to find a
way to become part of his escape. She was terrified for what the following day,
as Rurik was planning on taking her virginity. Angrily, Olivia shut the lights
off. She knew that there was no way to avoid what Rurik had in store for her.

* *
*

The following morning dawned, but
Olivia had no idea if it was sunny or cloudy, rainy or snowy. There were next
to no windows in the fortress, and the only ones Olivia had seen were the ones
in the Rec Room. Not seeing sunlight was messing with Olivia’s mind and she
buzzed, waiting for Nae, one of the nymphs, to collect her. To her surprise and
dismay, Samuel opened the door instead. He scowled at Olivia and motioned for
her to follow him.

Silently, Olivia followed Samuel
down the hall to the small dining room. Emily was there again, silently eating
her breakfast. Olivia’s stomach turned when she saw the huge black and blue
bruises across Emily’s face. Olivia glanced quickly at Samuel, who also seemed
to blanche, but quickly regained his scowl.

Nae came bustling around the corner
with a plate of hot food.

“Thank you, Samuel,” she said
brusquely, smiling kindly at Olivia as she motioned for her to have a seat.
Grateful for Nae and her sweet demeanor, Olivia sat obediently. Samuel seemed
to linger for a moment and Nae shot him a look.

“Is there something you need?” she
asked, raising her eyebrows.

“No,” Samuel snapped, stalking out
of the room.

“Watch him,” Nae said in a low
voice, “He has his eye on you.”

Olivia gave Nae a skeptical look
and pushed her porridge around in her bowl.

“Eat,” Nae urged.

“I can’t,” Olivia said quietly,
“I’m too nervous.”

This seemed to get Emily’s
attention and to Olivia’s amazement, the girl moved from her seat and sat down
next to her. She fixed her grey eyes on Olivia, and Olivia squirmed in her
seat. Something about Emily’s stare unnerved her. Emily seemed wise beyond her
years, and also slightly unstable.

“Take your mind somewhere else.
Think of anything else. Think of someone you love. They might be able to break
your body, but they can’t break your spirit.”

“Emily,” Nae warned.

Emily shook her head, her eyes
flashing. “They will never break me,” she said hoarsely. “Never!” She threw her
plate across the room and it shattered into a million pieces.

“Enough!” Nae cried out, hurrying
to clean up the mess. “Haven’t you gotten yourself into enough trouble? Do you
want them to kill you?” she demanded. Emily shrank back into her seat, shaking
her head. Nae came to Emily’s side and sat beside her. “This is what happens,”
she said gesturing to Emily’s face, “when you disobey. You’re lucky you’re not
dead.”

Emily smiled wryly at Nae and Olivia,
her face a mixture of sadness, defiance and pride. “I’m a really good fuck.”

Olivia turned away. She could feel
the tears building behind her eyes, and she wasn’t going to cry in front of
these women. Everything was becoming far too real. Something about Emily’s
acceptance of her fate, her fierce pride, broke something in Olivia. Nae seemed
to sense Olivia’s bordering emotional state, and she ushered Emily out of the
room. When they were alone, Nae sat next to Emily.

“You can’t think about her. Her
situation is different than yours.”

Olivia looked up at Nae. “Is it?”

Nae swallowed. “Yes. Your spirit
hasn’t been broken. Even though Emily thinks her spirit isn’t broken, it is.
She’s not fooling anyone.”

Olivia nodded but pushed her bowl
away. “I’m not hungry. Let’s get this over with.”

Nae nodded and led Olivia down to
Room Eight, where Calista and Daphne were waiting for her. Calista and Daphne
bustled around Olivia, smiling and talking gaily, clearly trying to lift her
spirits. Olivia was ready and prepped far too quickly, and she looked at her
reflection in the mirror once the nymphs were finished. Of course, they had
made Olivia beautiful, dressing her in a silk ice-blue dress that fell in soft
waves to the ground. It cut across her shoulders in a flattering design and
Olivia’s hair fell softly past her shoulders.

Feeling tears well up again, Olivia
turned around.

“I look beautiful, but I just can’t
look,” she choked.

Calista rubbed her back. “I know,
honey. You will be alright. Rurik is kinder than his father.”Olivia nodded
vigorously, trying to convince herself. Once more she was surprised to see
Samuel collect her.

Daphne stared at Samuel
suspiciously. “Where’s Michael?”

Samuel shrugged. “Busy.”

Warily, Daphne let Samuel lead
Olivia away. Samuel stared straight ahead as he led Olivia up the stairs. Once
he opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it again. He deposited Olivia on
Rurik’s doorstep.

“Wait!” Olivia cried. Samuel turned
back around, his eyes unreadable. “How long will I be here? Will you wait for
me?”

Samuel’s face almost seemed to
soften but then it was gone. “I have no idea,” he scoffed. “And no, I won’t be
waiting for you.”

Olivia nodded and looked back at
Rurik’s door. “I’m sorry. They were stupid questions,” she said stiffly,
feeling her pride get the better of her.

Samuel left her and Olivia found
herself knocking on Rurik’s door. One disgusting arm wrapped around the door,
unveiling Rurik’s hideous body. His grin spread slowly across his face and
Olivia recoiled.

“Please. Come in,” Rurik said
gruffly, motioning for Olivia to enter. Slowly, she stepped into the room and
she followed Rurik to the couch. Rurik situated his huge body on the small
sofa, and Olivia gingerly sat next to him. Breathing heavily, Rurik ran his
fingers slowly along Olivia’s bare arms.

“I must thank Daphne and Calista,”
he breathed, “they know what I like.” Olivia managed a weak smile. She wanted
to get it over with. “You seem tense,” Rurik said perceptively, tracing the
outline of her cheek. Olivia nodded. “Don’t worry. I promise you it will feel
good.” Rurik stood up and disappeared around the corner before coming back with
a delicate teacup. “Drink this,” he urged, handing the cup to Olivia.

Knowing she had nothing to lose,
and knowing that she wouldn’t be able to refuse anyway, she took the cup. The
detail was exquisite and she examined it closely. “It’s so beautiful,” she
murmured.

“Taste it.”

Olivia brought the teacup to her
lips and took a small sip. The liquid was warm and steamy and it slid easily
over her tongue. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted before. It smelled
similar to the lavender scent that she had remembered from the previous day.
This time she could taste the strange sweet smell—it was delicious. Olivia took
another sip, letting the liquid warm her. She could feel her body starting to
relax.

“What is it?” she asked.

“A hot sugar juice.” Olivia looked
at Rurik blankly. “My mother used to make it. It was a recipe from her land.”

This piqued Olivia’s interest.
Rurik had only mentioned his father; she had never given any thought to his
mother. “Does your mother still make it?” Olivia asked, partly curious and
partly wanting to keep Rurik talking.

Rurik turned around. “She’s dead,”
he said flatly.

“I’m sorry,” Olivia said. She was
feeling much calmer after the drink. She did feel sorry for Rurik. In fact, it
made her heart ache for her own parents. She wondered what they thought now
that she had been missing for a few days.

“Are you? We are from different
worlds, Olivia. I’m a monster who was born from my father raping my mother – a
nymph. He abused her one too many times before he finally killed her. Just like
the other women who bore him sons.”

Horrified, Olivia turned away. “I
truly am sorry,” she whispered and she heard Rurik sigh heavily.

“Let us not talk about this,” he
said. “Lie down on the bed and calm down. I will be in shortly.”

Olivia nodded, taking one long last
sip of her hot drink. On shaky legs, she made her way to the bedroom and
crawled onto Rurik’s bed. She gently laid down, resting her head on one of
Rurik’s pillows. The room began to fill with the scent of lavender and sugar as
Olivia inhaled. She could feel her body relaxing further.