The Dungeon of Depraved Beasts (An Erotic Horror Novel) (9 page)

Other than the boots she was
completely naked.

Choking on a sob, Olivia lurched to
her feet, hurrying past Leo’s cage. She knew it was too late, though. He had
seen her in all her glory: naked, dirty and covered in monster cum. To her
immense relief, Rurik took her back to his room and deposited her into his
large tub.

“You pleased me even more today.
You exceeded every expectation.”

He disappeared, and Olivia was
finally able to cry. She sobbed silently into her hands, her body wracking with
weeping. She sloshed water over her skin, scrubbing until she was raw. Nae
appeared and Olivia began to cry again.

“Shh. Shh,” Nae soothed, running a
comb through Olivia’s wet hair before helping her out of the tub. She had a
robe and slippers for Olivia and she helped Olivia put them on. “You’re done
for the day. Let’s get you out of here,” she crooned, guiding Olivia out of the
room.

Olivia had stopped sobbing, but she
couldn’t help the tears that continued to pour out of her eyes. Just as they
were about to exit the stairwell by Room Eight with the bed, Samuel appeared.

“What the fuck?” he growled, his
eyes raking over Olivia’s haggard appearance.

“Get out of here!” Nae spat.

“What did he do to her?” Samuel
demanded.

“Go away!” Olivia cried, she had had
enough for one day; she couldn’t handle Samuel now.

“What did he do to you?” Samuel
implored. Olivia shook her head with shame and looked away. Nae pushed Olivia
through the door and into the brightly-lit hallway. She then turned back to
Samuel.

“He took her to Errgor,” she said
flatly, before guiding Olivia to her room. Olivia risked a small glance back
and saw Samuel standing, looking dumbfounded.

“Don’t know what his obsession is,”
Nae muttered, helping Olivia into her room. Olivia couldn’t dwell on Samuel,
she was too upset and too sore. As if reading her mind, Nae fumbled in her
pocket for something and pulled out two bright green pills.

“Take these,” she said, thrusting
the pills into Olivia’s hand and handing her a small bottle of water that was
sitting by her bed. Olivia didn’t ask any questions and quickly swallowed the
pills. “They will help with the soreness. After Rurik and now Errgor, your body
will hurt.” Olivia nodded and climbed onto bed. “You’ve been rewarded again
today. Another ninety minutes after dinner.”

Olivia nodded again. Before, she
was eager to see Leo to discuss their plan and share her new knowledge, but now
she felt sickened by the thought.

“How about I bring you dinner in
your room tonight?” Nae asked. “After that, I’ll take you to the Rec Room.”

Olivia nodded again and waited for
Nae to disappear; she needed to be alone. After Nae left, Olivia found that she
couldn’t sleep and instead she was alone with her thoughts. Only days ago she
had been on top of the world, ready to start her painting career and waiting
for the right man to come along. Olivia had wonderful friends, an amazing
family, and great professors. She had it all, and now she had lost everything.

Time passed slowly and Olivia
seemed to go through the motions as though she were underwater. Nae came with
her dinner and Olivia had managed to eat a few bites. She had robotically
dressed in her pajamas, there had been no normal outfit from Rurik tonight. Her
stomach filled with dread, Olivia followed Nae to the elevators to the Rec
Room. What would she say to Leo? How could she explain what had happened and
her disgusting appearance?

To her relief, the Rec Room was
completely deserted. She didn’t even bother looking out the windows, and
instead went directly to the art easel, which happened to be stocked with
paints. She didn’t know if it was a coincidence or not, but she didn’t care.
She began to paint and quickly became engrossed in her painting.

The elevators opening tore her away
from her work, and her stomach turned as she saw Leo move out. His eyes seemed
beadier than normal and his fur looked scruffier. His eyes met Olivia’s
immediately and she quickly looked away. Once the doors closed, Leo was at her
side.

“You have amazing talent,” he said.

Olivia stared at her work, which
was different than her normal paintings. This piece was dark and moody. It was
filled with large, hulking shapes, some with yellow eyes, and a bright wilting
flower that was lost among the darkness.

“About earlier,” Olivia began, her
eyes downcast.

“Please, don’t,” Leo said, his
voice seemed strained.

“I had no choice, and they drugged
me,” she explained.

Leo held up a furry paw to stop
her. “You don’t need to. I understand. I know why you have been brought here.
You are a sexual toy. A distraction. A thing to be lent out to monsters for
others’ pleasure. I know the complexities, and the shame and horror that comes
along with it. You’ve already suffered enough. Please don’t make it harder on
yourself by thinking you owe me an explanation.”

Olivia nodded gratefully, her eyes
filling with tears, but she blinked them away. She had cried enough today.

“I have good news,” she said,
trying to make her voice sound bright.

“Oh?”

“I have info on Mastiv.”

Leo’s eyes widened. “Come on,” he
said, heading to the couch. He sat down and he motioned for Olivia to sit next
to him. Olivia hesitated; Leo was still a monster, after all.

“I won’t bite,” he teased. Timidly,
Olivia sat next to him, her face only inches away from his snout and pointy
ears. Taking a deep breath, she began to fill Leo in on how she learned that
Mastiv was “vaulted” and that he was taking nymphs to the water.

Leo nodded as she spoke, and a few
times he closed his eyes, as if trying to picture the exact locations. When
Olivia finally stopped talking, Leo’s eyes were still closed.

“I know what we need to do now. It
will take a little time, but I think we can manage it.”

They spoke in quiet whispers, their
heads close together. Leo’s raggedy fur and Olivia’s long brown hair. They
didn’t even notice when the elevator doors opened and closed. A cold laugh rang
out and Olivia and Leo looked up to see Michael standing before them, his face
twisted into an ugly grin.

* * * * *

Chapter 3

* * * * *

“Well, well, well,” Michael
sneered, “If it isn’t Beauty and the Beast.”

Leo shot Michael a dirty look and
got up. “We can work on our French another time,” Leo said pointedly, staring
at Olivia. Michael’s head swiveled back around to Olivia and she felt his gaze
on her.

“Umm, yes, okay,” she said slowly,
catching on. “I appreciate you helping me.”

Michael narrowed his eyes. “You’re
giving her French lessons?”

“Yes,” Leo said, raising his head,
“I might as well put my language knowledge to good use.”

Michael snickered. “A lot of good
French will do you in here.”

“Well, at least it’s something that
takes our mind off everything else,” Olivia said defensively, jumping up.

Michael smiled a sick smile at
Olivia and took a step closer. Nervously, Olivia swallowed and sat back down.
Michael seemed to look between the two and then finally believed them.

“Alright, let’s go!” he barked at
Leo. “Your little lessons are over for the day!” He hustled Leo out of the Rec
Room and left Olivia alone.

Once they were gone, she sagged
with relief. She and Leo would need to be more careful. Olivia passed the rest
of the time quickly, waiting for someone to collect her. Nae came for her and
the trip back to her room was uneventful. Olivia expected Nae to let her into
her room and then leave, but instead, Nae came in after her and pulled the door
closed behind her.

“Nae?”

“You need to watch Samuel,” Nae
whispered quickly.

Olivia rolled her eyes. “I don’t
know what his problem is.”

“His problem is that he likes you
and that’s going to get you both killed.”

Olivia’s eyes widened. She didn’t
realize it was this serious. “What are you talking about?”

“Samuel is a respected servant
here. He
chose
to come here for whatever reasons and Gorside regards him highly. Samuel is
rewarded for good behavior. If Gorside ever learned that Samuel had feelings
for a prisoner, he would be killed and so would you.”

“But I haven’t done anything! I
don’t want him to like me!” Olivia cried desperately.

“It doesn’t matter! Stay away from
him! I’ve already told him to do the same.”

“But I do try to stay away from
him! He follows me!”

Nae nodded her head gravely. “I
know. You just need to be very careful.”

Olivia sank on to the bed, her head
in her hands. “I hate this place,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.

“We all do. And we all need to do
whatever it takes to stay alive.”

Nae looked at Olivia one last time
and closed the door, leaving Olivia alone with her thoughts.

* *
*

The following
day, Olivia went through the motions that were becoming all too familiar to
her. She went through breakfast like a zombie, barely noticing Emily’s fresh
and ugly bruises. Calista and Daphne’s cheerful chatter couldn’t pull her out
of her funk and she barely noticed when they finished making her up.

“Olivia! Pay
attention!” Daphne scolded.

“I’m sorry,”
Olivia said, smiling apologetically. She took a real look at herself in the
mirror. Her auburn hair hung in loose waves down her back. Her makeup looked
almost ethereal today. She was dressed in yards of creamy silk that draped
beautifully across her body and fanned down her legs.

“You both did a
great job,” Olivia said kindly, “Thank you.”

“Oh honey, you
don’t have to thank us,” Calista said, “We just wanted to make sure you were
still in there.”

Olivia smiled
weakly at the nymphs. They had become almost like friends to her.

“Come on,”
Daphne said gently, “Let’s get you upstairs.”

Olivia nodded
and waited to be collected. Part of her wanted Michael to come for her because
she wouldn’t have to worry about any awkward encounters with Samuel, but she
knew that Samuel would be gentler with her. The door opened and there was
Samuel.

Calista tossed
her long blonde hair and rolled her eyes. “Just take her to Rurik,” she told
Samuel. He nodded and motioned for Olivia to follow him. Obviously the nymphs
talked because Calista and Daphne seemed to know all about Samuel’s feelings
for Olivia.

“You look
beautiful,” Samuel said out of the corner of his mouth. Olivia nodded curtly as
she followed him to the stairs. Once inside the privacy of the staircase,
Samuel grabbed Olivia’s arm and turned her to him. “Olivia,” he said urgently,
“Please!”