ROLEPLAY HQ - descendent-of-the-night

The line outside the nightclub was long, it stretched past two other bars that were encouraging people to come in, and for the most part getting ignored. The line was filled with beautiful people, many of them young, all of them fashionable. Short dresses, high heels. Unbuttoned shirts, skinny jeans. Everyone was looking at everyone else, evaluating themselves against the crowd to see where they stood in terms of social position. At the front of the line, a young blonde woman and a young redhead woman bounced anxiously as their IDs were checked, their hands were stamped, and they were finally admitted into Club VV. Most people called it Club Vee. Those who thought themselves clever and wanted to be gatekeepers called it Club W. But a very select few called it Club F. Inside the club, a long dark hallway led in. Smoke filled the hallway, quickly making the door, and outside world, disappear. The glow of the dance floor and pulsing, rhythmic music ahead were the only guides, pulling the two women in deeper, as all who entered were pulled in and then washed over by sound and scents and movement as they entered the main room. It was large but kept dark, with flashing, strobing lights providing glimpses of visibility. Just enough to see where to take your next step, who to reach out for next, where to get a drink or score something stronger. In those flashes and pulses of lights, occasionally a floodlight would flash on from the floor, illuminating a cage on a pedestal. There were six of them around the dance floor, spread out in a rough circle, jutting up in the middle of the action. The cages are locked even when empty, but the rumor was that if you were invited to dance in the cage, you got to stay after the club closed for an exclusive after-party with the owner. The cages are tall, reaching from their pedestal all the way to the ceiling. They are made of gold-plated bars that reflect the light but beneath are solid steel, hard and unbreaking. The bars are set s

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o that a person might reach their arm in but too narrow for a leg or trying to squeeze out. The bottom of the cage is flat and padded. It’s not entirely comfortable but isn’t hard either. In the center of the cage is a golden pole that also reaches to the ceiling, providing a tool for the occupant to dance with. Currently, five of the cages were occupied, four with women and one with a man. All of them seemed in extreme bliss, their eyes slightly unfocused, their bodies undulating, their clothes slipping away or being discarded, as they continued to dance. On the floor, women and men were dancing with each other, bodies pressing close to each other, lips touching in fleeting kisses or hands brushing across sensitive parts. The DJ kept the crowd enthralled, the music literally drowning out any other thought.

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The night had started with six men on the floor, dressed as they wished for their night at the club, but all with a purpose. They were the ones chosen to fill the cages. They were here at the invitation of the owner. They knew why Club F was special. And what awaited them at the after-party. Five of them had filled their cages already. Now they were drinking a blood-red wine and dancing with all the other guests. The sixth man had approached a dark-haired woman with heavy black make-up around her eyes and lips. Her clothing was also black, and tight, like it was painted onto her. Her breasts were full and her hips were wide. She was hanging on the man, eager for his attention. He leaned in close, whispering something in her ear then pulling a pill from his pocket and offering it to her. She accepted and he placed it on her tongue, before she swallowed it. He leads her to a cage, opening it with a touch and helping her inside. Her eyes are already a little unfocused but she is smiling. As the cage door closes on her, she hikes up the back of her dress, exposing her ass to the man and waving it around for him before dropping into a squat to bounce it in front of his face. It’s almost closing time but Club VV is still packed. Men with uniforms enter the room and start marshaling people towards the exit. There are a few who don’t want to leave but they quickly change their minds as they see the large men looming over them. Others cast jealous looks at the cages as they are pushed away from them, away from the tantalizing thoughts of what must be coming next for them. Finally, the room is empty. The staff and security leave. But the lights do not come on, the room stays dark, even the strobing lights fade away, leaving nothing but blackness. Six men are standing in the middle of the dance floor. They are looking at one another, casting anxious glances around the room. They can see perfectly well despite the darkness. A door opens high on one wall of the room, a man s

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tands there dressed in a black suit with a solid red tie. The suit fits him snugly, obviously tailored to his build. He has long, dark hair and fine features with deep, liquid eyes that belie his youthful appearance. He steps out of the door, there are no stairs, and drops fifteen feet to the ground, landing with a crouch then standing and straightening as if nothing had happened. He walks over to the dancefloor, looking around at the other men, then sweeping around the room, looking at all the cages. Inside the cages, the women and man are slowing in their dancing. Their eyes are regaining focus, their minds clearing from the drugs. They cannot see but can still feel the hard bars around them. And they hear the smooth voice that speaks from the center of their ring.

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“So, you have all made your choices. Let’s begin the giving of the gifts then.” The six men in the room looked between each other. The delicate dance was about to begin between them. There were six gifts but with the arrival of the suited man, there were seven vampires. For that’s what they were, these ancient creatures of myth and nightmare, living amongst the mortals they used to feed on for survival. One of their oldest rituals, giving the gift of a human, selected for the one they wished to curry favor with. This group was a mix of old vampires with significant standing and younger vampires who were rising quickly. They all had their own agendas and their own chances to make a move. There was tension in the air, who would attempt to give their gift to the host? Anyone could do it but if their gift was rejected, it could have serious consequences. The tall suited man looked at the assembled vampires, he had invited them all to participate in the night’s activities. His status in the society made him a broker of power and favor. No matter who gave or received gifts tonight, he would benefit from all of it. This was his domain, his lair, and here he was in command. He pointed to one of the men standing on the floor, “You will go first. Choose who will receive your gift.” The man walked over to one of the cages, the woman inside still appearing dazed and lethargic. Her eyes seemed to focus and then unfocus again. He opens the cage and pulls her roughly down from, gripping her arm and dragging her into the center of the room. He glanced at their host and then looked over at another of the vampires. He pulled the woman over towards him, standing in front of him and then with a bow, backed away. The vampire stood by his gift for a moment, looking her up and down. His head cocking to one side. He licked his lips, allowing his fangs to extend as he smiled. “I accept your gift,” he says with a brief look over at the giver. Then, suddenly, he lunged forward, biting in

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to her neck. The woman’s eyes went wide in shock. Suddenly, they cleared up to lucidity. Panic flashed through them, to be replaced by ecstasy and a moan. Her hands reached out to him, one hand gripping the back of his hair, the other trying to unbuckle the belt that he wore. Her moans got louder until her legs buckled and she collapsed, blood streaming down her neck, across her clothes. She whimpered, still wanting more of him, until she stopped moving and stared lifeless across the room. The host smiled, pleased that the first choice had gone well. It was a good sign. And, if he was honest with himself, not one that he would have accepted. He nodded over to a second vampire, who repeated the process of taking his gift out of the cage. It was the man this time. The vampire looked over at their host, trying to gauge his interest, but the host kept his face still and expression inscrutable. The vampire looks uncertain for a moment then turns away, picking another one in the group and dragging his gift over to him. He bowed and backed away. The vampire stared at the gift for a long moment. Then he turned his gaze to the vampire who had given him this gift. He spit on the floor. Then he stepped forward and grabbed the man’s hair yanking down on it to force him to his knees. “What is this? This pathetic man? This is supposed to whet my appetite?” With barely a glance, he pulled a knife from a concealed pocket and slit the man’s throat. The man’s eyes widened and he gargled a cry before falling over backwards. The gift giver bared his fangs in a snarl. Upset that his gift had been spurned. But he quickly put his fangs away at a look from the suited man. “I apologize that my gift has offended you.” Then, as protocol dictated, he turned and left the room. This was a blow to his social standing and the ally he had hoped to woo. He was going to have to spend time rebuilding his relationships after this.

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And so it continued. Each vampire choosing the one he thought would be most receptive to the gift he had chosen. Some accepted, some rejected. Until there was only one vampire left to give his gift. He looked at the two remaining vampires that hadn’t received anything yet. Their host and one other. Behind him in a cage was a red-headed woman, small and lithe. The vampire walks over to the cage, opening it up. He runs a hand along the side of her face. “She’s a pretty one, isn’t she. I knew when I saw her that I had something special. And, because she is special, I want to offer her to you, Frederique.” He turns to the host, trying to keep the nerves out of his expression. Waiting, silently, for a response to his offer. Frederique moves over to the cage, a neutral expression on his face. He walks a full circle around the cage, examining the woman inside. Then comes back to stand in front of the open door, looking at her as everyone waits for his answer.

She hated clubs. They were just noisy, dark places that lacked oxygen and that was bad, very bad for the brain. Olivia was a bright scientist. She recently graduated from university with a degree and companies raced to get her till she finally chose one. The one that would look best on her CV. Elena on the other hand was the daughter of a Rich business man and took her seat at her father’s company after she graduated. What made her special was, she was the only person who would put up with Olivia. They were like fire and water. “Oh come on Liv, it is my Birthday! I got a free pass on Club W! You can't make me miss that!” Those words along with round puppy eyes were what convinced Olivia to get into that dark hole. She lost her parents in a fire. No one could say how it started but Olivia was the only survivor. “La Bruja” burned on the grass was what she had remembered. She was sure it was arson, yet there was no proof to follow it. Why that had happened though was beyond her. She was lucky that she was over 18, she did not need to deal with foster homes or anything. There was some money her parents were keeping for her education and she used it for the exact reason. And she became the best to honor their memories. Tonight though, she was clearly not honoring her parents. She was dressed by Elena. The black, mini dress was showing every curve of her body, making an amazing contrast with her white skin. While it looked amazing on her, it was not her and was very uncomfortable. Like Elena said, they did not need to wait for that long line which was ridiculous for Olivia as she could never understand those people. They walked in the club and finally became one of the drops in the ocean. The club was beautiful, so were the people inside. Olivia wondered if they were really choosing people by sight… That was so low of them.

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When Olivia took off her jacket, it was hard not to notice the eyes turning on her. When she saw her reflection on a mirror glass she understood why Elena insisted on gifting her underwear for the night. The dress was fully sheer under the club lights. Her gaze on her friend was deadly till she convinced her that she would not be noticed in the crowd. Olivia was not used to alcohol and she agreed with Elena that she was not gonna push her to get more than 2 shots. The first shot was amazing, it relaxed her. The dress was not bothering her much and she was even enjoying the eyes moving on her body. It was not easy for her to relax like that all the time. It was not how she was raised. The second shot though did not have the same effect it should do. She saw a very good looking guy approached them, grabbed her by her wrist and faced Elena and told her. “You had a lot of fun. You took your friend home and then left her there alone to go back to your home. Now go home” she could hear all but she was unable to react. For some reason her body was not under her control any more. The man pulled her to the dance floor and started to dance with her. She was just going with the flow without questioning where Elena went and why she left her here. She did not care. She just followed the man to dance and then to lead her to the cage. A CAGE! She started to dance in the cage watching people and them leaving and the crowd getting less and less till a group of people remained. She had to go home too, she could think that yet she was not able to react.

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She watched the people around. There were other people in the cages and those men were surely there to get them out. She was not sure though that she would be able to go home. Her head bent aside trying to understand what the hell were they talking about. Gifts? What gifts? She slowly leaned back to the bars and started to watch the scene. The man pulled the woman out and there… she was gonna go home… or NOT. The man leaned his mouth on her neck and the woman started to moan. Olivia moved forward to look closer. The woman was surely enjoying the man and she for a moment wondered how it felt. She was not a virgin, no. But she was not very lucky with her exes. When the woman fell on the floor she could not understand what was going on. The blood did not get her attention. To her the woman just passed out of pleasure. Hell she would like that! She was glaring at the woman with envy when the second man spit on the floor not liking his gift. Rude she thought still not getting how serious it was and her time was coming. When she watched the man getting killed her heart almost stopped. Her mind was working. She was understanding what was going on around her, she was feeling the emotions and the lust more than others as she could feel the wetness between her legs with the sight of the pleased woman. On the other hand now, her heart was about to stop yet adrenaline was not pushing in. She was so careless. What the heck was going on?

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When all other cages were emptied all eyes turned on her. She released the bars and took a step back to stand right in the middle of the cage. She did not care about the hand moving inside the cage and caressing her cheek. She followed the other man making a circle around her cage with her eyes. He was like a predator circling his prey, and that was exactly what she was. His food. When he stopped in front of the cage she raised her eyes at him and slowly walked out of the cage to face him. She was gifted at him yet she was behaving like it was vice versa. She did not know that man. She did not know any of them yet she was calm in a way she surely should not have. She walked closer and and eyes him from head to toe before landing her eyes on his.

Rique noticed as he walked around the cage that the woman's eyes followed him. She wasn't angry or afraid but looked curious, maybe a little bit defiant. That was interesting. He finished his circle, looking up at her with this imperious mask fixed in place. A look that usually quelled these humans. And yet, she looked back at him, going from head to toe, taking in the polished shoes, tailored pants, black jacket, pale features, and finally, his eyes. They were deep pools of knowledge forbidden to humans. There was a glimmer of amusement nearly always present in his eyes when dealing with a mortal. Something about their fragility and brief lifespan never failed to tickle him, especially when they were struggling so hard to hang onto life. "Your gift is accepted," he said without taking his eyes off the woman. He could feel a hunger growing inside him. This was going to be one worth savoring. She had left the cage of her own accord, that was unacceptable. He had to maintain a tight control of this group. Suddenly, one hand snakes out to grab her throat and then pushes her back into the cage behind her, stepping into it with her. This was a display of his power. Any of the assembled vampires could lock him in this cage. He knew what the bars were made of, they were strong. Not strong enough to hold him permanently, but it would take time to escape. If a rival chose, they could make their move while he was trapped. But, if they didn't, he would know that he had dominance over them. That they had passed their best, their only, chance to take him out. The thoughts from the vampires behind him were practically audible, undoubtedly they are glancing at one another, trying to decide. But there is no click, the cage remains open. He grins a wicked, smug smile. He presses himself up against her, pushing her into the bars at the back of the cage. One hand still holding her by the throat, keeping her in place. The other hand, sliding across her dress, running down her bo

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dy, across her belly, finally stopping between her legs. She is completely trapped, one hand tight on her throat, the other gripping the mound between her legs, feeling the dampness of her panties. He leans in, whispering so only she can hear, "You're bold, even if your current state, and I like that. And you're the lucky one tonight, I only needed you as a display of power. You will live another day, as if that matters."

His gaze was cold as ice. So was his hand. He accepted Olivia but the moment she was grabbed by the neck and he dragged her inside the cage without an effort. When her back hit the bars it hurt as well as his hand so her small warm hands wrapped around his wrists by reflex. She was hurt, but she was not scared. She surely was not aware of the politics going on around neither she was aware of the danger expecting her. There was no anger in her eyes, she was not angry. Well her mind was angry but her body was not reacting to that. She could feel his cold hand moving along her curves and finally landed between her legs. Under normal circumstances she would rip him apart for touching her like that but Olivia with shots were enjoying it while the drugged Olivia was refusing to react. The presence of those men was not disturbing her. On the contrary she was feeling home. Was that alcohol? Was she bold? Hell no… she was just playing along! That was why she was here. She just wanted to go along with Elena’s plan and now she was here, between the cold bars of a cage and a man she had no idea who he was. He was whispering in her ear that she was gonna live one more day. Why would she not? She was so young and she was taking good care of herself. She wanted to push him. Her mind was commanding but her body… it is not taking orders from her. She surely was drugged but what kind of drug was that? “What did you give me?” she finally asked. “I need to go home. I have work tomorrow…” she murmured. her sense of responsibility was at least coming back now.

The wicked smile returns, playing across his lips briefly. Then he drops her, letting her slump against the bars of her cage. He turns, walking out again. The door still open. "Those of you left have gained favor tonight. You will be remembered in my club, you may return as you wish. There is always plenty to feed on, even if you are not responsible for a cage. And, I will call on you as allies when I need you. I suggest you do not ignore my call." With a nod of his head, he dismisses the other vampires. They look at each other, sharing brief glances, questioning if any will defy him. Finally, they all look at Rique and give a short nod before filing out. Leaving the dead bodies lying on the floor, blood pooling around them. He walks back to the woman, they are alone in the room now. He grabs her by the wrist, pulling her around to look at him. His pale eyes lock onto hers, captivating her like he has so many other humans. The force of his will pushes into her mind, "You will come with me quietly. I will take you to my home, and you will await my pleasure." I pull out a phone, tapping out a quick message, telling my driver to get ready for us.

The woman is compliant, as Rique has expected. He still not sure what motivated her to leave the cage earlier. Thinking on this, he keeps ahold of her wrist and drags her across the club floor, leaving out a back entrance that leads into an alleyway with a large SUV waiting with the tailgate opened high above the back. Rique pulls her behind the car and then commands again, "Climb in, a bitch rides in the back. It wouldn't do to have you messing up the seats." The back of the SUV has rubber floor mats with a ragged blanket thrown over them. There is a mesh barrier between the back compartment and the seats, not big enough to squeeze a hand through. In a cup holder there is a half-empty bottle of water. There is nothing else back there. Once she is in, he pushes the button to close the door, standing there until it's fully shut and locked. Then we walks around to the side and climbs into the passenger side back seat. He nods when the driver looks at him in the rearview mirror and the powerful engine roars to life. The driver pulls them deftly into traffic and begins to drive to the outskirts of the city. Rique sits lost in thought for a few minutes, then begins talking to himself. "She is quite beautiful. Whoever picked her knows my tastes. I will give him credit for that. And there was a look in her eyes when she saw the feeding, a curiosity maybe? Or was it more like an anticipation to feel what she saw washing over that other woman's face. Humans and their pleasure receptors, so strange what excites them. " He glances over his shoulder, looking at the woman curled in the back. There's not enough room for her to fully stretch out and the bumps in the road keep her bouncing more than someone sitting in a seat would. He would try to read her mind, but the drugs always dull that effect, leaving just a muddled mess of incohert thought. Finally, they break out of the city and after a few miles, pull onto a long gravel driveway that leads to a mansion. This is not

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merely an oversized house posing as a mansion for the nouveau rich to use to impress their friends at the country club. The house has full wings, a large porch with pillars and double doors, manicured lawns, and a fountain in the center of the driveway circle that leads to the house. The driver stops right in front of the door, then steps out and walks around to open Rique's door. From inside the house, a butler has opened the front door and stands at attention inside, waiting for his master to enter. Rique walks up towards the house. Behind him, the driver opens the back of the SUV and pulls the woman out. Hauling her up over his shoulder with her legs forward, leaving her head trailing by his back. He's done this a hundred times and knows it's easier and quicker to just carry them in. The foyer of the house is magnificent, all done in white marble and gold trim. A crystal chandelier hangs high above in the open three-story space. A large staircase with mahogany bannisters sweeps gracefully up to the second floor. The driver turns down a wide hallway, stunning artwork on either wall, and opens a non-descript door that opens onto a staircase. A cold breeze comes from the space, drawing an involuntary shudder from him. He braces himself and begins walking down the stairs. The walls and steps getting shabbier as he descends. Finally, he reaches a cement landing that overlooks a large, bleak room. It's like an unfinished basement, except for one corner that has an expensive looking lamp and chair next to a long steel table with a drainpipe coming out of it. The air feels damp and cold down here. There is a stench of sweat, blood and fear. And a constant low moaning. Scattered around the room, without any semblance of order or thought are a number of large dog crates. Big wire cubes with a twisted iron bar through their lock holes. Inside most of these cages are people, all of whom look wretched.

They are lying on piles of blankets and pillows that do not appear to have ever been washed. There is mold flourishing in different colors in patches across them. Holes and rips from use spot them. It's not even the kind of bedding one would give to an actual dog were they living in a crate. The people themselves do not appear much better. Some are ragged, with obvious injuries - though unclear if self inflicted or not - that are healing poorly. Others look physically well, plump and pink, but with eyes that stare a thousand yards away. Some are curled into a fetal position, eyes tightly closed, rocking themselves. They are all naked, men and women alike, save for a wide leather collar with a metal loop sewn into the front. A few of them stare at the man with hatred as he enters the room. He does not look at any of them, keeping his eyes down on the ground until he comes to an empty cage. Then he sets the woman down on her feet, standing her up against the edge of the cage. He steps closer to her, then with surprisingly gentle movements, he crouches down, taking the hem of her dress and pulling it up, lifting the dress all the way up over her head and taking it off. He unclasps her bra and removes it. His hands don't touch her breasts but there's a projection of intimacy as he works. He puts his thumbs beneath her panties and stretches them so his fingers don't slide along her legs as he pulls them down. Finally, on his knees, he unbuckles her shoes and takes them off. Everything has been dropped into a pile on the floor by this empty cage. He picks up the collar from the drop of the cage and places it around her neck. Clasping it tightly. There's a click as a mechanism snaps into place under the collar, making it impossible to remove by the wearer. The man grabs the metal loop and tugs down on it until she crouches over, getting small enough to fit into the door of the cage. He pulls her towards it and then gives her a push before closing the door behind her.

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Rique has wandered down as well, carrying a straight rod of iron that he slides through the hole in the door and the hole on the frame of the cage. With his bare hands, he bends the rod and twists it over itself, effectively locking her in. He pauses for a moment, looking down at her in her new home.

She did not move out of the cage. Not this time. While she was not completely herself her mind was still working and she was aware that he did not like her getting out of the cage. She knew he was dangerous yet, she was still feeling home. She watched him sending away other men and coming back to her. She did not hesitate to look at him. She already knew that she was gonna go with him but where and why were the questions turning around her head. She had to go to work tomorrow. She followed him in silence. The car was waiting for them ready at the back entrance of the club and once he opened the backside of the car she looked at him. “Rude…” she muttered, still not fully aware of what was expecting her. She slowly climbed up and laid down. She was damn tired. She could still feel his hand on her neck. Yes, it was not there physically but the effect was still there. Her hand moved up to her neck caressing the skin he grabbed and she stupidly smiled. She was unable to remove the sight of the moaning woman from her head. She wanted to feel that. The drive was surely not comfortable but her mind was not in its right place to mind that. She was traveling between different thoughts and feelings that she had never explored before. When the back was opened and the driver threw her on his shoulder she grumbled. “I can walk!” She protested again but did not resist. Her mind was slowly coming back. The house was stunning. She was looking around curiously from the shoulder of the driver. Her fiery hair was not helping her to take the full sight though. She could easily say that the guy was pretty rich as nothing in this house was cheap. Just the chandelier, she was sure, would cost thousands of dollars.

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She silently traveled over his shoulder through the hallways, stairs and all and finally they reached the basement. This did not look like the part of the house she walked into. This was… creepy. There was a disturbing smell and a disturbing aura in the room. It was reminiscent of death. Olivia looked around. This was like the room where she had seen movies where people made illegal tests on animals. Just that this time it was humans. There were actual humans in the cages with collars. This was turning into the ape movie she once hated to watch. While she was looking around, the driver took off her dress. This was okay. It was not as comfortable to sleep in but she did not like it when he moved to take off her underwear. She wanted to push his hands away but her body was still not cooperating. Once more she did not care and when the collar was set around her neck her fingers moved up to touch the leather piece. She walked into the cage. She was looking forward to sleeping a little. She wrapped the blanket around her body and looked around for a moment. There were smaller cages than hers so she was lucky. She could spend the night here but she was gonna talk to them in the morning because she had to go to work! She could not get fired.

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Rique approached with the iron. It was impressive how he could bend the iron but it did not surprise her. Her mind was still not reacting right to everything that was going around her. She smiled at him and laid down to the pile of blankets. “Sweet dreams…” she murmured and drifted into the sleep. Next day was not as pleasant. She was having a headache and she woke up groaning in the cage. Yes he had seen the cage before she slept but clearly her mind did not acknowledge it. She sat up in her pile keeping her body covered with the blanket. She was feeling like she was so drunk last night and woke up in the bed of a stranger but looking at the circumstances this was way worse. She was in a CAGE! Her gaze moved around in the cages. There were so many people here and some of them were not looking very well. The blonde sitting in the cage next to hers was glaring at her. “Good morning new meat…” she said to her when their eyes met. This surely was not the kindest thing to say to a stranger. Olivia did not bother to answer her. She raised and walked to the side of the cage looking around. “Anybody there?” she yelled to get attention. “Hello! I have a job to go to!” she grumbled looking around. “Don't bother dear they will not come till the time they need to feed us or feed on us.” the blonde woman spoke again. Olivia once more looked at her. “Do you have anything nice to say?” she snapped. She was already in a very bad mood and she had no intention to deal with a crazy woman right now. “Hello! Anybody there?!” she tried again and waited to see if she would get any reply.

Rique settled into the wide, satin-lined coffin in the large, opulent room he considered his 'bedroom.' The coffin was cushioned and padded, the sating fastening at certain points could be easily removed and washed. The cushioning below was coated with plastic and wouldn't absorb liquids. Anything that spilled in here channeled down into a tub beneath the floor that could be removed and put into storage. He liked to bring humans up here, show them the room. It had no windows, it had been built that way on purpose. No sense in leaving any opportunity for a stray ray of sunshine to darken his day. He did still have curtains though, covering faux windows with painted landscapes or portraits. It was amusing to watch the occasional intrepid human make a run for them, throwing them open with an expectation of salvation. They always looked so deliciously crestfallen by the solid walls that greeted them. Ah, but it pumped adrenaline into their systems and made them so much sweeter when he 'took them to bed' as it were. He didn't need a coffin. He didn't really sleep, it was more a period of disconnecting his mind, turning off the stimuli of the world around him and melting into a black void that gave him relief and peace. But the coffin was expected and when he brought someone into the room, they saw the coffin and knew. This was his domain. Today, he lay in the coffin alone. Pondering what his next move would be. The gifting had gone well, he was happy about how it had played out. Samuel had taken the bait, offering the wrong gift to Oscar and leaving himself in a weakened position. The others had played their hands conservatively, picking safe bets and reinforcing existing alliances. Except for Jorgen, the young vampire was building a reputation for himself, he was trying to start playing on the bigger stage. And he had gifted Rique the exquisite woman. Everyone must have known that he would turn them down for her. Which made his selection even more powerful, he beat

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his competition before they had a chance to try. He would have to keep his eye on this ladder climber. And the gift, what to make of her. She was compliant as expected with the drugs in her system but still bold enough to step out of her cage unbeckoned. He still wasn't sure why he hadn't simply feasted on her at the club. Sealing his acceptance and bringing Jorgen into his sphere of influence. Without that, he didn't have as much control over the young vampire as he liked. Perhaps, after the day was done, he would go back and check on her. See what she is like when the drugs are out of her system. Maybe even bring her back up here, a plaything as well as a meal. With that thought, he closed the lid to his coffin and let himself drift off into the emptiness.

Rique arose from a short respite. Not nearly what he wanted but he wasn't tired, so he decided to go back downstairs to check on his new acquisition. He rose, donning his clothes and a tailored smoking jacket. He idled in front of a mirror, reflecting nothing but letting him imagine how it would be. He walked out of his room, barefoot on the marble. He was unfazed by the coldness of the floor in his lifeless feet. He took his time, slowly wandering down the stairs, pondering the next move with Jorgen. He opened the basement door, the sounds of the food being kept there drifting up towards him. He never tired of that sound. Except... someone was shouting, complaining about something. He wandered down the stairs, taking his time. Then stopped at the last step, looking around the room. His new gift was there in her cage, she looked agitated. The drugs were wearing off. It was time to see what she was really like. However, he didn't want to hurt her immediately. There was still something to explore there. He would make an example for her. Show her the grim reality of her situation. It would be a pleasure watching her spirit break. The woman in the cage next to his gift was looking at him when she thought he wouldn't notice, then looking away to avoid being caught. He could see from his peripheral vision and decided she would be the lesson today. His guards had also told him that she had been getting more hostile the longer she stayed. Rique moved towards the cage of his gift, keeping his eyes on her. But then he stopped in front of the other woman's door, suddenly turning, gripping the bars, and staring into her eyes. He caught her, and then with his mind, started to probe her mind and take control of it. She looked shocked at first but then, her eyes dulled and she let out a little moan. His presence and control were starting to work. He unlocked her cage, straightening the metal rod and casting it aside on the floor. It clanged loudly and caused the other foo

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d to cringe away. The woman though stayed in her cage, one of her hands starting to grope her own breast. Rique stepped in and with his eyes, commanded her to stand. She did so, taking a step towards him. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her dirty hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck. The woman moaned more loudly this time, nearly whimpering with desire. Rique looked across her cage to where his gift was, making sure she saw what was happening. Then, still staring at her, he bit into the neck of the woman. Blood began to trickle, then ooze, then gush from her body. It ran in streams across her naked flesh. She squeezed harder at her breast and spread her legs. His land slide down her body, mixing her blood and tracing it across her skin until he reached the wet slit between her legs. His fingers slide inside of her as he bit down harder. She screamed in ecstacy, the blood pumping harder from her neck. There was a sweetness to it now, endorphins and serotonin coursing through it all. She shuddered and then collapsed. Rique stepped back out of the cage and stood in front of his gift. He chose not to speak to her yet, just watched for her reaction.

Olivia was unable to get any replies to her requests. The only one reacting to her was the blondie next to her cage, in another cage. “Where are we?” she asked, trying to calm her voice. The woman was anxious enough and Liv needed to get the situation right. She had to find a way to leave that place and return to her life. That was crazy. “None of us know, and we will die before we can find out.” she replied to her as pessimistic as always. “You do not say anything nice blondie?” she said her eyes moved around. “That bastard comes here daily and eats one of us… and if he likes the taste he keeps us alive a few days before he is done.” she explained more. Olivia looked back at her. Was that what she saw yesterday? Did he eat her? And did she enjoy that?! WTF?! “Are you telling me that this man is a vampire?” she asked with doubt in her voice this time. “Come on girl, we are in the 21st century… We do not believe in vampires any more…” -

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And before she could answer Rique walked in the room. Liv pulled her blanket closer to cover herself fully. She had seen this man only once in her life yet, she was feeling home around him while she was supposed to be scared to death. He was silent as death with his bare feet and smoking hot with his attire. It was like a Lord from 1800 came alive. He threw her a gaze for a short moment and moved to the blondie. She was not very cooperative till she was grabbed by the throat. Liv walked closer to the cage , as much as she could. She wanted to have a clear sight of what was going on. The gaze of the moment lost its spirit. What the hell was that? Was he able to mind control? Shit! The next reaction of the woman was to moan just like the one from yesterday. Were they aware of what was coming or was that the mind control? And she wondered why he would want them to be seduced? Was it easier? Tastier maybe? Whatever it was the sight in front of her was alluring and she felt the tickle in her womb moving down between her legs. -

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For a short moment her eyes moved again around the room. She wanted to see the reaction of other people. There was fear in their eyes, unlike Liv. She could even see some of them were praying. Her blue eyes turned back to him. She was at the front seat to watch so she had a couple drops of blood on her face. “You are gonna kill her!” she protested as she saw the woman was losing the life in her eyes after the spirit. “Stop!” she growled but he did not listen to her. The next moment, he was in front of her cage looking right into her eyes. God he was handsome yet a killer. They remained silent for a moment. Under normal circumstances there was supposed to be fear in her eyes. He could kill her with a snap of finger but she was, on the contrary, feeling safer than ever. “You killed her.” she whispered her eyes filled with tears, not because of fear though but because she was sad for the woman. Her eyes moved to the corpse of the woman and then back to the man. “I work in a very important company and in a very important position. They will look for me…” she said trying to keep her tears under control. “If you let me go now, I will not tell anything to anyone..” she tried to bargain. Her mind was screaming to her to stay off his touch yet her instincts were calming her down. Once she was done with what she was saying she fell silent just like him. She knew patience would always win.

He stood in front of the cage, blood covered his chin, his fangs glistened with it. He stared at her, directly into her eyes. Then he smiled. "You're an interesting creature. Curious. Angry. Sad. But not afraid." He ran his hand across the bars of the cage. "What am I going to do with you?" Rique cocked his head, then put a hand into the cage, reaching for her cheek.

Olivia watched his hand playing with her cage and kept her eyes locked on his eyes. Yes she was feeling all those he listed but fear was not one of them while that wild creature was keeping her to eat her. Under normal circumstances she would be pissing on her pants but with him, she was pretty cool. When he moved his hand in the cage, she grabbed his wrist, not letting him touch her. He was cold. Way too cold then normal. Was he really a vampire or some kind of sick rich man? The world was going nuts those days. “I don't know what you are, but I need to go. I have a job and they will be looking for me…” she said trying to sound calm and in control. It was funny though while she was locked in a cage naked and collared like a pet. The idea angered him and she pushed his hand away from her. The anger was not a familiar feeling for her. She had a pretty calm life. She was always in control of her feelings and she made sure she did not keep people who would anger her around. She took a couple steps back and spoke again. “You are gonna unlock this cage now, give me my clothes and let me go…” she said and hugged the blanket harder she was holding on herself.

Rique looked at her impassively. That was not how he'd planned that interaction to go. He wanted get his first taste of her, and now, he hungered for it even more. If he were to open the cage now, she would be a lifeless husk in moments. He cocked his head, considering it. Then gave a half smile and turned around, walking back out of the room and up the stairs without so much as a backward glance or a word spoken. When he got to the top of the stairs, he walked into the sitting room with the enormous grandfather clock. It's pendulum swung back and forth in a steady rhythm. It was always precisely on top, getting calibrated regularly, so he knew he could trust it. Just after 11 in the morning. He frowned, it was too early in the day yet. He walked slowly down the large, dim hallways of his mansion until he came to an atrium. He took out a key and opened the switch box, then turned off the bright sunlamps that supported the plants growth. He locked it back up, then cast aside the heavy drapes and stepped into a near black room. The darkness didn't bother him, he could still see and began to wander the winding trails. He paced here for some time, his mind calming down after his encounter with the lively food. This gift kept getting more impressive. He didn't want to waste it in a moment of impulse. After about two hours, he finally felt back in control of his mind and emotions. He left the atrium and moved to a different wing of the house. Passing through a door that looks slightly different from the others. There is a rubber skirt at the bottom, brushing against the floor and sealing off any crack, it is heavier than other doors, and on the inside there are deadbolts at the top, middle, and bottom. The room itself is cold and sterile, only a chair and banks of computer monitors on the walls. On the monitors, he can see the entire grounds of his estate. The outside world, sealed off from him during the day, but still visible through these screens. The grounds are

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expansive, large lawns and gardens making up most of the space. Walking paths lead to a gazeebo near a small pond. And around all that are woods, acres and acres of dense forest providing a barrier from curious neighbors. In fact, there were no other houses around him for at least 20 kilometers, something he had planned by buying up the land around his home. After another three hours have passed, he wanders back to the clock in his sitting room. Four o'clock in the afternoon. Enough light for this food to feel confident in going out but not nearly enough for her to make any real progress in leaving. The sun would be down early this time of year, maybe two or three hours of light remaining. And he would watch her the entire time, finally going to collect her once the earth was safely between him and the sun. Rique walked back down the stairs slowly, he had collected his prison keeper, just to make sure no one else tried anything. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he walked right back over to the food's cage. Finally, he spoke. "Very well, I will unlock this cage. I will let you go. Unfortunately, you cannot have your clothes back as they were disposed of. There's no sense in keeping trash, after all." He reached out for the iron bar twisted around the bars, straightening it and tossing it to the ground. He swung the cage door open and stepped back with a half-bow, a mocking glint in his eyes. "That blanket, however, is my property and you cannot take it with you."

Olivia felt like an ice cube slid down her spine with the gaze he gave her. She was gonna die and it was not gonna be nice… She held her breath and readied herself what was coming. At least that was what she grabbed from his gaze. When he turned and left the room. She froze there for a moment, not sure if she was supposed to be happy that she was still alive or angry that she was still in the cage. Her eyes slowly closed down and heart started to find her normal pace. When she opened her eyes back she closed down to the bars and grabbed one. “Hey!” she shouted hoping someone is gonna hear. That emotional tide was too much for her and she was very unfamiliar. Under normal circumstances she was a very in control woman but she could not know how the blood on her face was affecting her. “Get me … OUT !” she screamed once more looking towards the stairs hoping he was gonna hear her. But something she did not expect happened with her protest. The bulbs that were enlightening the room started to explode one by one. She watched them in shock and by reflex she took a couple steps back. What the hell was that? Hours passed and there was no sign of the crazy man. Olivia was getting impatient. She turned to look around the dark room and when she turned back to check the stairs he was standing right in front of her cage. She jumped out of the reflex. The guy was silent and that was starting to bother her. She narrowed her eyes as she listened to his words and took a step back once he stepped in the cage. How dared he to burn her clothes?! And now he was asking for the blanket too? Hell she was not gonna let him take it! Not without a fight. “You can have the collar as it is your property.” she said and hugged the blanket tighter. “On the other hand I am keeping the blanket as a compensation for my clothes!” she stood her ground.

There is no smile this time. There is no languid movement. In an instant, Rique is there next to her, he rips the blanket away with one sharp tug then throws it across the room. Then he grabs the ring in her collar, pulling it up so she must stand on her tip-toes. "You try my patience. This is not a negotiation, I am not some petty landlord you bargain with when you leave. It is a gift to let you go. If you do not wish to accept it, then I will lock you back in this cage and forget you are here." He looked down at her with eyes absent any concern for which choice she will make. Only that she knows he is not to be defied.

She surely was not expecting that move. Her arms wrapped around her body in a protective manner. Why would she be naked in front of a stanger? She raised to her tiptoes and once again by reflex her one hand wrapped around his wrist. He was cold... Too cold. She could feel his breath on her face as he talked to her. She pushed his hand trying to escape his grip. "Do NOT touch me!" she snarled. This time she was scared. And with that ever glass in the room exploded. She froze not sure how to react to that. What the heck was going on? Was he that angry because she yelled at him? Her guard went down as she was scared. "I will just leave" she whispered.

He feels her body tighten as she is pulled up. Feels the warmth of her skin when she grabs his wrist. Normally, he would never let his food touch him so boldly. When she shouts, the glass around the room shattering, he finally notices that the lights had already been blown out. There was broken glass littering the floor and now it was dark in this windowless basement. He could still see her. Could still see the fear in her eyes because she believed he had done something. Well, he would never forgo an opportunity to gain the upper hand. He kept her collar pulled up and in an even voice says, "Do not test me. This is my home, I will do as I see fit." One finger raises, placing a nail along the side of her cheek and running the nail down along it. Not enough pressure to cut her but enough to make her shiver, unsure what he might do. Finally, he tosses her to the ground, uncaring of the broken glass that she lands on. He starts to walk past her in the dark. "But, my gift is still yours. If you want to leave, you'll want to follow my voice. Unless you'd like to find your own way out of this basement. I'm sure you'd be able to do it... eventually." Once on the stairs, he looks back briefly to see if she's following him. He certainly hopes that her spirit is not broken yet, there's so much more for him to do to break her down. He decides have one of his servants escort her out of the house, he doesn't want her trying to take anything with her. Leaving naked, the humiliation of it, the isolation of it, that will keep her in the state he wants.

Olivia closed her eyes when his nail caressed her cheek. Her body was shivering in fear the first time. She could feel his gaze on her face and she was sure her fear was feeding him, his ego and she hated that. Once he let her down to fall on the glass shattered around, she felt a couple pieces break her skin. The scent of her blood was surely reaching out to him as if he were the vampire he claimed to be. She slowly rose and started to follow him out. The shattered glass was breaking the skin under her feet but she did not care. All she wanted was to get out of that damned place. Once she reached the door a servant escorted her out. She was leaving bloody footprints on her way to the door. Once she was out, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of relief. Her gaze moved around the garden. It was huge and it was enlightened with spotlights. It was so embarrassing to walk through it while she was fully naked with a collar on her neck but she did not care. She was just gonna leave! She walked towards the gate. Her feet were hurting as hell. She grabbed the bars and tried to open them but there was no one around. She looked around. The cameras were watching her. "Bastard" she whispered and started to follow the walls to see if there was any space for her to get out.

Rique isn't there when she gets to the top of the stairs. The scent of her blood as she walked across the glass made him feel uneasy. It was enticing but something in the smell also made him wary. This might be more than just food, and if she was a tool that he could use, he would have to move carefully to ensure he was in control of her. The immediate need was continuing to break her down, making sure she saw him as her master and owner. He makes his way to the control room, sitting down and starting to scan the monitors. He watches her come up into the hallway, bloody footprints leaving a trail for him to follow. She stands on the porch, taking in the garden, noticing the lights and cameras. Getting a sense of her surroundings. He wonders which way she will go, into the garden to explore or towards the gate to leave? She makes her way over to the gate, trying to immediately leave. His fingers steeple in front of him, that's good. Her fear is driving her, though she masks it with anger. But, of course, the gate is locked. It hardly ever gets used but makes for a wonderful symbol of the power he wields over his domain. The turns his head to the next screen she will appear on, flipping a switch to make the camera display on the main screen. The hedges are tall and extend out from the gate for about a hundred yards. Once it ends, there is heavy, thorny brush and dense trees. It's possible to get out that way, but there's no direct path back to the road, she would end up winding around, ideally getting lost, before ever even getting close. The cameras off to the side and back of the house were empty of people. There is a gardener's shed on one side, tools and equipment neatly organized and well-maintained. The door is unlocked because there's no concern of anything being stolen here. In the back of the house, is a gazebo. From the outside it looks normal enough, white latticed walls with ivy growing through the holes. There is an archway that leads inside. Once

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inside, it gives a completely different feel. There are metal rings on the walls at various heights. Nearby are hooks with neatly looped coils of rope. There are benches with built-in cuffs, seats that lift and recline with straps dangling from them. There is a large X shaped structure on one side, with leather handles at the top. Along the walls are various paddles, floggers and whips. Rique looks out at the wide-angle camera that stays focused on the sun. It's near the horizon now, the slight softening, but not quite enough for him to go outside yet. It waits patiently while watching to see what she does next.

Olivia hated it. Her feet were hurting madly and she had no idea where to go. She was all naked with a collar around her neck. She looked around wondering where to go and started to wander around the huge garden. A small gazebo took her attention. Maybe she could just sit there and take a look under her feet. She slowly approached and stepped in but the sight was… what the hell was that? “You sick bastard…” she whispered looking at all the chains, cross and all other staff. What was that place for?! Ignoring the pain at her feet, she left the gazebo. She had to get out of that place. She started to follow the hedge to see if she could find a space to get out. Her journey out, though, would not be any easier as it was a dense forest. After a 100 meter hedge ended. Finally. There were brushes and thorns but she did not care and passed through them letting them leave scratches around her body. It was getting dark and she knew she could not survive in the woods with all the blood she was leaving behind. Animals would follow so she had to hurry. She did not know where they were and which way to go but she just chose one and started to walk limping. After she walked around half an hour the sun was almost done. She could hear the wolves howling around and this was getting more and more scary. Her fate was clearly to give her life with the teeth of a beast. A vampire or a wolf. A tree took her attention. There was a hole at the root where she could hide maybe till the sun rise. She had to dig her feet in soil and maybe that would stop the scent. She crawled into the hole and started to dig. She did not have much time.

Rique watched the food wander around the garden. She went straight for the gate but upon finding it locked, decided to explore the grounds. An interesting choice. He leaned forward in his chair, eager to see what she did next. When she made her way to the gazebo, he smiled a malicious smile. Leaving that out in the open, was one of his best decisions. Food usually had one of two reactions, they were either overwhelmed by it and shut down. Or they got scared and left immediately. He could see the anger coming back onto her face once she saw inside. A visceral reaction, he would have to bring her back there. Show her what the space is really for. Drain that anger out of her. Then, finally, she headed towards the woods. He knew that she would find her way there eventually. He wonders how far she will make it. The cameras are sparse in the woods, once she gets out of the grounds, he watches her fight her way into the scrub. She was going to leave a clear trail for him, the scratches leaving little drops of blood for him to follow. He looks over at the camera on the sun. It finally slips behind the horizon, he stands up quickly, leaving the room and walking towards the entryway. The bloody footprints are already cleaned up in the main part of the house and porch. The gravel drive still has some bloody footprints but those will fade as the gravel turns over. He is still barefoot but none of the rocks or brush seems to bother him. Getting to the woods, he finds a faint trail that allows him to more easily move through the area. He starts to sniff the air, moving in the direction of her scent. He enjoyed this game of cat and mouse, the chase before capturing his prey.

The scent lessens for a moment, he pauses, looking around into the dark, planning his next move. He hears a sound, a scraping noise. And he immediately sets off towards it. He walks quietly, not attracting any attention to himself. Ahead of him in the darkness, he sees her trying to hide. Her feet in the hole of a tree, as though she's trying to cover herself. In teh distance, he can hear the wolves howling, another safeguard against anyone escaping his domain. With a swift movement, he crossed the last of the distance. Planting a foot on her chest, he pushes her down backwards, then steps on her, his foot just below her breasts, putting pressure on her ribs. He looks down at her, licking his lips, and steeling his will to not devour her here in the darkness... her warm blood splashing over his face and tongue, drinking it down and watching the life drain from her. That would be so delicious... But no, not yet. He won't do that tonight. "It was a valiant effort, I'm impressed that you made it off the grounds. But, now it's time to come home."

Olivia did not see it coming. She was so busy trying to place her feet under the ground that the smell of the blood would not reach wild animals. But she did not keep the most dangerous beast in her calculations. When he pinned her to the floor with his feet, she gasped for air. His movements were faster than any other creature and the blow on her back by the ground cut her breath. Her hand wrapped around his ankle by reflex and she coughed to balance her lungs. He was cold... She looked up to him laying on the floor fully naked. Her hair spread around her like fire. She knew she could not trust him. She should not have even tried to leave that place and hurt herself. If she had a next chance, things were gonna be different... "You promised to let me go!" she snarled between her teeth. This surely was not fair. She knew, if she were to go back to that place she was gonna die like the girl did in the day. So she had to fight this... One way or another. Her other hand turned into a fist on the ground filling her palm with earth. Her next move was to throw it to his face, hoping it would bother his eyes. Her next move if it worked would be to grab the wooden stick next to her and try to hit him.

Frédérique saw it coming. When she grabbed the dirt, throwing it up into the air towards his face, he closed his eyes and mouth. His lips turned up into a smile. So much spirit for him to break. He saw her glance at the stick next to her. And already had the foot on her chest prepared to kick it aside if she tried. “I did let you go. Is it my fault that you didn’t get far enough? The wolves will eat you alive, literally they prefer their meals that way.” He smiled, thinking how he would do that too. But she had no choice in the matter.

She almost growled at his words. The smile on his face was also very annoying. Her nails dug into his flesh, at her feet that was on her chest. "You did not tell me that you would come after me! I can handle wolves!" she growled at him. "I was gonna hide." With her free hand, she reached for the thick wooden stick and if she could reach it, she would aim for his groin and hit with all her strength!

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. There was no shock, no feigned hurt, his eyes were still and cold. He put the pressure back down into the foot on her chest, compressing her breasts. "You can handle wolves? You don't know what you can handle. No, this conversation isn't worth having. It's time to go."

He was interrupted by a stick swinging up between his legs. It struck him in the groin and he was shocked that he felt it. He squinted his eyes, trying not to let anything else show on his face. Then he frowned. "Is that how you would handle the wolves? Pathetic." He leaned down, scraping her hair up from the dirt, gripping it in one hand and pulling her up to sitting. Then he squatted down, putting her over his shoulder, her head on his back, her hair dangling, her bare ass pointing towards the sky. He started walking with no regard for the thorns or branches that scratched at his food.

Olivia was was shocked that the stick did nor work. Under normal circumstances he should have been screaming in pain. Maybe he was indeed a vampire... Were they real?! She crossed her two fingers and held towards him when he movws down to pick her up. Maybe it would work? She growled when he grabbed her by hair and made her sir up. Tried to fight back but ir surely was worthless. She was fully naked and now her ass was mooning around on his shoulder. His broad shoulder! Clearly her cross did not work, and she had no idea how to handle a vampire. She was a chemist, she could do any kind of poison yet she had no idea how to kill a vampire... Thorns and branches were scratching her body but she did not react. She was out of options and whatever she would do it would make things even worse so she just laid on his shoulder as a blood bag while he dragged the woman back home ...

Frederique was thoughtful on the walk back. He barely noticed the squirming form on his shoulder, not registering when she stopped moving and just laid there like dead weight. This food of his was different than most. She wasn't scared of him, she had a determination in her eyes and made it further out of the grounds than anyone had in a long while. Perhaps there was value in keeping her longer. It had been decades since he'd taken a familiar. Perhaps that was an option that he should consider. And if that was a possibility, then making sure she knows that he is in control would be critical. A familiar had more privileges than most of his servants, he couldn't risk her thinking too independently. He made his decision and turned away from the house, heading through the side yard to the gazebo. No time like the present to start breaking down her will.

Olivia was simply watching the path as there was not much more she could do. The man was thoughtfully walking with her on his shoulder. When she noticed that he changed the destination, she raised her head. Panic started in her. Where were day going? And more importantly why?

He smiled to himself as they got closer to the gazebo. The last vesitages of day had disappeared, the glow on the horizon snuffed out. It was dark, which was perfect. He entered, able to see everything in the dark, but wanting to set the mood, he walked over to a single large candle, picking up and striking a match next to it and then lighting it. The candle didn't do much to light the space, rather it gave things an eerie, otherworldly glow to the implements in the room. "You must think me cruel. But I can also be generous. I could offer you things beyond your wildest dreams." He slung the woman off this shoulder, placing her in front of a large wooden X, she was facing it and he pressed her up against it with his own cold body. His fingers traced down her arms, then grabbed her hands and lifted them up towards the restraints at each end of the device. "Would you like to live, mortal one? Would you like to truly taste life?"

Olivia needed time for her eyes to get used to the darkness. When they arrived to the gazebo, she knew where were they. Moon was letting her see that much. She remembered what was inside and that panicked her. She did not give away her fear but yes she was scared. His words were indeed hopeful, yet Olivia had hard time to believe it. What was he gonna be generous for? What was he gonna ask in return? She gritted her teeth when he placed hee on floor. Glass pieces were still there. The candle was a huge help for her sight but not for her fear. The cross she was facing was huge and she did not know what to feel about it. When he pressed his cold, steel like body on hers she recalled those women who were moaning in pleasure. What was coming next for her? "You promised to let me go, and you brought me back. Why would I trust you for a deal?" she finally asked

Frederique's teeth bit together in frustration, making a clacking sound next to her ear. This one was quite headstrong. She was still fixated on being let out of the cage. Most of his food would have been sobbing by now, desperate for any chance to live. Yet this one was concerned about trust. This strength was attractive to him, even as it frustrated him. He wanted a mortal who could stand on her own, especially as a familiar, but he still needed her to submit to his will. Perhaps a more direct approach then. Keeping her pinned to the cross with his body, he reached over with both hands to attach the restraints to one wrist and then the other. Once she was fastened there, he stepped back. Walking over to a wall of flogging instruments. He ran his hand along some of his favorites - leather strips embedded with sharp bits of bone - but ultimately decided to start with a calfskin flogger with many individual strands. "My, my. Greta, you seem to have trust issues. So, let's forget talking about deals for a while. I want you to just let your mind slip away, stop thinking, can you do that for me?" He ran the strands of the flogger across her back lightly, then pulls back his arm and snaps his wrist, the strands of the tool slapping onto the skin of her back, leaving a slight sting.

Olivia could feel his frustration and she was even surprised with herself. The man was a killer and probably really a vampire. She was thinking that she was gonna die sooner or later but she had to die with her honor at least without begging him for her life. On the other hand, the moaning women were still in her mind. She envied them as she had never gone through such a feeling before. Him being that close to her was surely not helping. When he pulled back she relaxed a bit and leaned her head to her arms. What was he going to do? Torture her? Her whole body was taken over by fear now. Death was one thing, torture another. She tried to look back towards him but it was almost impossible to fully see her behind in such a position. His words froze her. He was clearly making a quote god knows from what as the man was probably 1000 years old. Or maybe she thought so. She did not even believe in vampires till today. When he moved strings at her back she closed her eyes. She knew what was coming. The first sting was not pleasant for sure but she managed to hold her scream. She was not gonna give him the pleasure. It is not hurting she repeated in her mind.

She had ignored his mental jab. Not knowing her name, he had simply picked one. Perhaps me would try to make her answer to it. A smile curved on his face at the thought. But, that would come later. Now, he had to clear her mind, had to make her understand that he was in control. A little pleasure and a little pain ought to do the trick. Even as he thought this, he recognized that she was strong-willed and he could not underestimate her. To do so would mean that she would have to die, and already he did not relish the thought of that. He would be careful, this wasn't his first time dealing with a stubborn human. The flogger swung again, and again, and again. Lines of red were starting to appear on her back, the skin was not broken, it wasn't even bruised yet. However, he knew that every blow that landed would create the anticipation of the next. And that's where the real tension was created. He swung again. Stepping foward once more, Frederique laid one hand on her back, tracing a red line with his finger then running down to the small of her back and around to her hip, following the bone to a spot just under her bellybutton. "Do you feel it clearing the thoughts away from you? The delight you can take in pain, in knowing that the only thing you can do it submit to it." His hand moved up, placing the palm flat against her belly. With his other hand, the flogger whipped her three more times. "You are mine." He whispered into her ear.

Second, third... Olivia was holding herself not to scream but after 5 it started to get unbearable. She was letting out soft whimpers but then it turned out screams. Tears were coming from her eyes. She never experienced a true pain in her life. This was too much for her. More than physical it was emotional. She was tied to a cross, all naked, being whipped. It was inhumane, it was humiliating. She hated him for that. She was shivering when he approached and he could feel it when he touched her. She hoped it was over but no, three more came one after the other. When he whispered that she was his, she felt some cold wave move through her spine. She was aware already that there was no way out of here and she was indeed his. On the other hand, she hated that the fact, she liked the idea. Her body was reacting as her nipples hardened and her body moved forward towards his hand. She slowly turned her head towards him. She did not have the strength to fight back but it was obvious in her gaze. "kill me" she whispered and her eyes rolled back as she passed out in pain.

Frederique let the flogger drop from his hand. He stood back and examined this woman collapsed against the cross, gravity straining her wrists and shoulders as the weight of her body sags. He felt a twinge of disappointment. He had felt the subtle motion of her body, pushing towards his hand. He had seen the subtle hardening of her nipples as the pain excited her. She should have told him that she would submit to his will. That she recognized his control. But still, she wanted to make a deal. Kill her. Of course he wasn't going to kill her. That would be a waste, at least feeding off her would provide him some nourishment. But leaving her unconscious wasn't ideal either. Maybe just a taste then - for both of them. He would get his first taste of her blood, and she would get the first taste of what it's like to be bitten. He stepped forward again, running his hand over her belly and up across her breasts, feeling the nipples stiffen again under his touch. Then he continues moving upward, tracing the curve of her neck and finally twining his fingers in her hair and pulling it to one side, exposing the slender white neck to him. His other hand reaches down between her legs, cupping her sex and putting some pressure upwards and holding her there. Then he opened his mouth, long fangs now protruding. His desire to feed nearly overwhelming, he hesitated unsure if he would be able to stop himself once he has begun. Then his eyes harden and he leaned into the bite, fangs puncturing the flesh. The splash of warm, iron-tinged blood running over his tongue. The surge of pleasure he feels at this connection, at this taste. His eyes widen and his hands tighten in her hair and crotch. The pleasure that hit him was stronger than he'd felt before, he sinks his fangs in deeper, wanting more. It's not just blood, he tasted power as well - he wanted more of it, even as he knew it would hurt him. He pulled back, letting his fangs slide back towards the surface of her flesh, letti

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ng himself linger there but not drinking any more. His breath was shallow and quick. His hands held onto her tightly.

She was not feeling anything till she felt the fangs deep in her neck. There was pain and there was PLEASURE. Her head leaned back to his shoulder as she moaned. There was no pain in her back or feet but only in her neck. She surely was conscience but she could beg him for more. Her hips moved forward to his hand. She was enjoying his touch. She was enjoying his control. She was able to feel him draining life from her. The pleasure was so tempting but as he took her blood, the fear started to replace it. She did not see it in other women. She watched them dying in pleasure. What was different about her? "No..." she moaned while her body was fully betraying her. It was like she was sedated with high effective aphrodisiac yet still conscious. Her hands tightened into fists and she closed her eyes trying to gather all her strength. "NO!" she screamed this time. And everything went silent... No birds, no cicadas just silence. She did not see the wave that hit the man and everything around her with her scream. She fell silent and listened to know what was going on. She felt way stronger as her blood was renewed as the man drained it.

He felt the wave of power wash over him as she screamed. It wasn't a physical force, and he wasn't pushed away from her, but around him everything fell silent. He was not intimidated by this power but aroused by it. Finding a creature such as this, something new and unknown, made him feel pride that he had accepted her as a gift. He moved his body closer to hers, it had been a long time since anyone had raised these feelings in him. His hand moved out of her hair, sliding over her shoulder and over a breast, sliding two fingers around the nipple and holding it. His hand on her sex moved too, one finger pushing in between her lips, testing for the human wetness that would signal her own arousal. He had to know, would she desire more pleasure. Would that be his path to control over her. Her first 'no' had been filled with the lust he was used to hearing. But she overcame that to keep herself from getting drained. He found himself struggle to speak in the silence, it took force of will to move his thoughts from his brain to his mouth. He put his mouth closer to her ear and whispered. "You... you want to live. I can spare your life, make you mine. Give you pleasure instead of pain."

The silence was calming. She could feel his touch on her body, on her breast, on her sexy. Her hips moved back and leaned on him when he pushed his fingers in. The pleasure she had by him draining her was... excusite. She surely wanted more of that. But that, unknown, creature was scaring her. Her whole body was yielding to him while her mind was strongly opposing. "I am not your toy" she whispered but his breath on her ear made her shiver. "It was not you isnt it? I exploded the bulbs..." she said. "What is this?" she asked again. She was feeling weak. She had never had any supernatural powers before but now... The world was different. She was different. Her body was numb possesed with the pleasure but her senses were coming back. She could feel the pain on her soles. "I need a doctor... If you want me to live..." she whispered.

Frederique held his hands there, still struggling against the wave of power that made the world around them still. It wasn't that he couldn't move, he knew he had full control of his body, but it was hard to want to move. Thoughts flitted across his mind of sliding his fingers all the way inside her, forcing her to succumb to the pleasure he could bring to her. Thoughts of binding her with ropes and leaving her competely at his mercy. Thoughts of the tools and toys scattered around the gazebo that could be used to overstimulate her senses entirely. But none of those thoughts could compel him to action. Not after what he had witnessed. There was power here and he would have to cultivate it delicately. This woman obviously had no idea what she was capable of - neither did he for that matter. Which made her all the more dangerous. Finally, he was able to move, his mouth opened, fangs extending. The smart move would be to kill her right now. Drain her life and be done with the uncertainty of what she was capable of. He was behind her still, she couldn't see him hover there, teeth bared for one final bite. But he didn't come down to bite her neck. Dangerous yes, but also intriguing. It was a challenge - a risky challenge - that could yield significant rewards if done right. His mouth closed, his eyes hardened with resolve. He removed his hands from her body and undid the restraints. "Very well. If it's a doctor you need, then follow me back to the house. Your life is not solely dependent on me to carry. If living is important to you, you'll walk. Besides, it's only a short way. I'll call my doctor and have him come treat you here." With that, Frederique turned around and began to walk to the doorway of the gazebo and then towards the house beyond.

Liv was surely not expecting this. The man was a beast but right now he was cooperating. It was not her experience with him considering his former victims. He would feed, please, kill... But Liv was free now. She slowly rubbed her wrists. Her back was still burning due to the strikes. Her soles were surely still in pain as glasses were now deep in her flesh. She for a moment wondered how the doc would take them out. It was gonna be painful. She considered running for a moment but it was useless. He was gonna catch her before she could blink. So after a short hesitation, she walked after him keeping her distance. The home was a maze to her. She wondered how long she was gonna stay alive. Yet it was worth to live and see.

Frederique walked back to the house, not looking back at the woman who was following him. He didn't walk fast but he also didn't wait for her. The grass was starting to collect dew in the deepening night, he could feel it cool and wet on his feet. He pulled the cell phone out of his pocket, selecting the Doctor he had on call. It didn't matter to him that it was after midnight, the Doctor would answer. "Hello?" He heard on the other end of the line. "What can I do for you tonight, Sir?" He left a long pause. It made humans uncomfortable, he appreciated that. And then finally gave a curt response. "Come by the house when it's convenient. Bring your sewing kit. I'll be here, waiting." Frederique hung up the phone without waiting for confirmation. In a large house in the nearby town, the Doctor shuddered and immediately climbed out of bed. 'At your convenience' never meant that. It meant come immediately. And he didn't want to find out what would happen to him if he was late. His wife stirred in bed, sleepily asking him to come back. He ignored her and continued dressing and getting his kit together before leaving in his car, driving about double the speed limit through the back country roads in an attempt to shave off some time The house was dark, it was usually dark, and tonight he wasn't sure that he wanted to turn on lights. He opened the back door, it was solid wood, there were very few windows in his house. He stepped through, noticing one of his minions standing down the hallway. "Fetch me a candle," he said. He didn't have to address anyone, if someone heard they would scramble to make it happen. Not waiting him to have to ask twice. He wandered into a large sitting room with a sectional couch that made a large L in the middle of the room. He hopped over the back and landing on a soft cushion. Casually, he looked over his shoulder, checking to see if the woman had made it back to the house yet.

Right after a short time, she walked back into the room. She wondered why he was using candles instead of some stunnig lights considering how magneficent was that house is. She looked around the room and found the fathest seat she could to him. “Am I gonna go back to that cage?” she asked hoing the answer was no. He could have easily carried her back in but instead he chose to torment her with the pain on her feet. After a time a man walked inside. He was the doctor they were expecting. She could see or maybe even feel the fear the man was radiating. He did not even dare to look towards Rique. It took him around half an hour to clean all the pieces under her feet and bandage them. She was surprised he did not ask anything. When the men left the room Liv pulled her legs to her body hiding her nudity. Her eyes turned to the man who was gonna decide her faith. “So, what now?” she asked.

Rique had been staring into one of the candles in the room, lost in thought. This woman had been losing blood all night. The scent of it had been calling to him. Now, in this room, as the doctor worked, he'd smelled the fresh blood from the wounds as he pulled out slivers of glass. He hungered to bite her again, even as the thought made him uneasy. What was she, certainly not an ordinary human. He had some suspicions but wanted to be careful how he approached finding out. It was important that he know what she was before she did. That would give him leverage. At the sound of her voice, he blinked then slowly turned to face her. He sat silently for a few minutes, just looking over her naked form. She was attractive for a human. The curves of her body smooth and supple. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, across her pale skin. He imagined himself walking over to uncurl her body so that he could inspect every inch of it. Finally, Rique have her a small, tight smile. She didn't want to go back into the cage, that much was evident in her voice. It would be the most secure place, little chance of escaping certainly. But the image of the lights shattering flashed back into his mind. Perhaps the stick was not the right method at this juncture. He didn't want to accidently awaken anything else in her. Lulling her into a sense of comfort might give him the opportunity he needed to determine what her fate should be. He rose from his chair, standing tall and proud, looking down at her and trying not to let his smile turn to a scowl. "Perhaps I have not been as gracious a host as I should have," he said with a silken voice. "It's so rare that I have guests who warrant more than the basic accommodations. However, as I would like to make amends, let me show you to something better." He walked over, standing directly in front of her and extended his hand expectantly.

Olivia pulled back on reflex as he walked towards her. His voice was calmer, softer. He sounded rather sexy when he was talking like that. She wanted to reach and take his hand but she hesitated She was still naked, collared and hurt. She was having a hard time believing what was going on. The guy was a vampire. He bit her! And worst of all she loved that. The pleasure that the bite gave her was something she had never tasted before. Her hand reached and held his cold hand. She wondered how it would feel to have them on her body roaming. She cursed herself. If he was able to read her mind like in the movies, he knew what she was thinking and it was embarrassing. She silently followed him holding his hand and trying to focus on how beautiful the house was.

One side of Rique's mouth twitched up as he clearly read the thoughts playing across her face. This was good, there was a fascination that she was starting to give in to. Treating her to a true guest room should help heighten that. He noticed her hesitate but then she reached out and took his hand. He felt the warmth of it against his skin but also felt a deeper warmth, a power that was kindling inside her. It made the hair on his arms stand on end. But he kept his face neutral, habit from long years of practice in not revealing any emotion or information he didn't want to give away. He gave a slight tug, enough to help pull her to her feet. Then keeping ahold of her hand, he walked through the dim house. Leading her up a sweeping, grand staircase that spiraled around to an upper landing. A turn down on opulent hallway, passed a few doors, and then he stopped in front of one that was painted some pale color, undistinguishable in the darkness. The door was closed and he made no movement to open it. "This will be your room. I trust that you will be more comfortable here than you were last night. There aren't any clothes for you, but I'll send someone up in the morning to get your measurements and fetch you some. During the day, my servants will be around, which leaves you little chance for escape. And when nightfalls, you will have even less chance." He let go of her hand, then reached up and pushed her hair back over one shoulder, revealing the punctures from only a few hours ago. His eyes linger on the spot. Just one more bite, that's all he wants. He won't drain her completely, just enough to feel that power again, to savor it this time. His fingers drop away, back to his side. He looks back into her eyes, letting his own go blank again. "Good night then. Until tomorrow."

Being naked was surely disturbing but at least her feet were not hurting anymore. She walked through the house with the man, or whatever he was and finally they arrived in a room. She looked inside and turned her gaze to him. His hand moved to slide her hair back. She noticed the way he looked at the scar he left on her. Her heart leaped. Was he gonna bite her again? Was she gonna feel that passion again? Before she could answer to that the desire in his eyes disappeared. He told his farewell and tuned in. She slowly moved inside the room but before she closed the door; "Will you feed on me again?" she asked. Her eyes locked on his back. She hoped for a positive answer as she would hate to live without that feeling after tasting it once...

He stopped. Standing as still as a corpse. She couldn't see it but his eyes went wide and the look in them grew hungry. He closed them, collecting himself. Steeling his will to ensure that he was in control of both himself and the situation. Letting his eyes return to neutral, he let his fangs hang just over his bottom lip, then turned around. She had crossed the threshold. His instinct was to stop, to work on being invited in. But this was still his house, he did not need her permission here. He stepped forward, pulling the corners of his mouth up into a smile - or at least a semblance of one - putting a hand back on the bare skin of her shoulder, rubbing his fingertips across the wounds. He looked into her eyes. "Yes"

"Are you already hungry for more?"

Liv watched him stop. Was he surprised on her question or was he considering it? She met his eyes once he turned to face her. She shivered when his cold hand landed on her shoulder. She was still naked. Inlike other men, she did not see desire in his eyes. That was indeed hurting her ego. She was not an ugly woman. "No." she replied. She was not gonna look eager on it and make his hand stronger. "Why would I even want that?" she asked in return makong no atyempt to remove his hand.

Rique listened to the tone of her response. The subtle signals from her body. And, importantly, she didn't try to remove his hand. She wanted him to make the first move. Feeling the warmth of her skin under his cold hand. He did want to make a move. Perhaps moving faster would be his best move with her. His eyes flashed, a gaze of desire and hunger. His hand slide up her neck, so it cupped the side of her face. The longer he looked at her, the more he could see the beauty she had for a mortal. "I know you enjoyed it. And, I did as well. It was different, you are different." He took.a step forward, pushing both of them fully into the room. His other hand went down to her hip, laying flat against it. "Give in to me. Let me taste your beauty again."

She felt her heart beating as hell again. Was he gonna feed on him only if she would allow him? Was he scared? Maybe because of whatever happened in that gazebo out in the garden... His hand was wrapped around her neck and she could feel him on her hips. Her body reacted out of her control leaning closer. She could see the desire in his eyes. Was that the desire for her or for the pleasure of feeding. Her body shivered recalling how she felt when he bit her before. Her hand slowly raised and pulled her hair leaning her head to the side, exposing her neck for him. She was breathing heavily. She did not say a word but closed her eyes waiting for him to make the move. She was ready to give in to that pleasure she had watched on more than one woman and she had personally experienced before.

Rique didn't hesitate once she had pulled the hair up from her neck. This was the moment he had been waiting for. When her desire for more of the pleasure he could give, made her submit to him. Now that he knew she craved it, he would be able to use this as another tool for control over her. His hand reached down between her legs, gripping her inner thigh. The other hand reaching across her chest, his forearm sliding across her breasts and nipples, gripping the side of her rib cage. He leaned his head in close, smelling the lingering blood on her neck from his first bite. Then sinking his fangs into her deeply again. He felt that first spurt of blood, the warm, metalic taste of human life. Then the undercurrent of power flowed in as well and he felt intoxicated. There was so much there, it would be so easy to drain it all from her and feel the high from it. But he steeled himself and only let himself drink enough to satisfy him and give her the pleasure she desired. He pushed her into the room, spinning her and forcing her up against the wall next to the door. Pushing his own body next to hers. Feeling the curves and shape of it against his. His hands tightened, digging into her flesh. Then, slowly, he stopped drinking and pulled his fangs out from her neck, licking the wounds as they continue to ooze blood. "This is not the only pleasure I can give. How much more are you willing to receive?"

Was that his touch driving her crazy or was it the bite she was hoping to get. Her whole body tensed as he took her between his arms and her eyes closed when she felt his fangs on her skin. Her hips leaned back to him grinding with the effct of the bite. It was like the extasy taking over her body. She was losing her control. And clearly so was he. She leaned her hands on the wall not to hit too hard. He was stronger than an ordinary man. She could feel him in every cell of her body and she was loving it. When he moved his fangs off and spinned her to face it she was already in a level to beg for more. It was hard to decide if the wall or the man was colder as she was trapped between them. She was breathing heavily and she was having a war inside. She did not know this man yet her whole body was begging for more. She leaned in closer and licked his lips. That surely was unlike her. When she pulled back her head leaned back on the wall, her eyes still closed. Her hips moved forward leaning to him. This was the silent beg she was giving.

He could feel the warmth of her blood as it flowed through him. But that was nothing compared to the heat he felt when she pushed her hips up against him. He felt the blood rushing through his body, swelling his manhood and driving him to a new kind of desire. He looked down at her head, leaning against the wall. Her eyes closed. He tilted his head down and kissed her lips, he wanted to bite them off in his mouth, but he pushes that thought down, kissing her hard to keep his fangs at bay. His own hips pushed back against hers, pressing her back up against the cool wall. He could see the goosebumps rising on her flesh.

She kissed him when he leaned his lips to hers. Her lips parted to let his tongue inside, swirling her own around it. Her hands were raised to his chest. It was still hard to believe for her that vampires exist but she did not care for the moment. Her hands slid through his chest, slid his jacket off his shoulders first and then off his arms caressing him through the way. She could feel the hardness on her thighs. She was trapped between him and the wall and she was not really complaining. She was enjoying the lust of whatever beast he was. She woke up in his cage and now she was caged by his body which clearly was more pleasurable. Was she doing this to all his food? Maybe this was making the blood tastier. The fear filled her body. What was she doing? Why was she listening to her body while she never did all those years? her hands once more landed on his chest and she broke the kiss…”Stop!” she growled and if he would allow him she would move herself off that trap while her body was cursing her for doing it.