Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“What’s that?” Her voice is sharp, frightened. She thinks I’m going to leave her on the Sybian all night.
I won’t. I’m not that cruel. I have a timer set so the machine will turn off and the bonds will release in an hour.
“I want you to watch the sunrise.”
She goes still, eyes wide.
“That’s what I’d do, if I was alive. I’d never miss another dawn.”
She’s tense, trembling, her body wracked with anticipation of the coming climaxes. I comb her hair back with my fingers and knead her tight neck. Her pulse thuds under my palm.
“Enjoy it, pet. Your life is short, but at least you have the light.” And I leave her to witness what I no longer can.
Selene
I tug and tug but it’s no use. The bonds hold fast. I could gnaw off my own arm, of course. If I was in a more gruesome situation, I would. But something tells me Lucius isn’t lying when he says he won’t kill me...yet. This is a game to him. He takes too much enjoyment out of causing me pain. Why would he leave me strapped to a Sybian after forcing me to orgasm over and over again?
It’s been about a half an hour since he left. My internal muscles ache from clenching. My clit is raw from me rocking my hips down on the goddamn dildo. Between my legs, the machine hums along. It’s on a setting where the vibrations increase and decrease in waves. I get a few seconds of relief before my orgasm builds again towards another painful peak.
Watch the sunrise. Of all the ridiculous things. Lucius is crazy. Old age drives these vampires to madness.
I lean forward, wishing I could lift off the dildos. Having them vibrate inside me only reminds me that Lucius hasn’t fucked me. Not yet. What the hell is he waiting for?
Past the patio, the desert sprawls in a mess of moonlit creosote and cacti.
A jackrabbit hops across the patio and hesitates, ears outstretched and quivering.
“Move along,” I order. That’s all I need, the killer rabbit of Caerbannog witnessing my humiliating state. “I mean it. Don’t make me come down th-there--” I stutter as the Sybian comes to life. This time vibrations increase rapidly and I moan. My legs clench, my sore pussy convulsing. My labia are numb. If I make it to dawn, I’ll be lucky if I can walk.
When I look back up again, the rabbit is gone, disappeared into the desert. The mountain peaks are limned in soft blue, glowing with the approaching light.
Watch the sunrise.
Does Lucius miss it so much? How would I feel if I could never see another sunrise? Never witness sunset? The beauty of the light. I watch as day breaks, pretending it’s the last time I’ll see one. Memorizing it.
The first touch of sunlight is soft on the mountain face. The birds sing. A few flutter from their perches, safe from predators in the morning light. The earth warms, the red desert coming to life. The shadows shrink into pools of rich darkness stretching from the saguaros. In the heat of the day, those shadows will be welcome, cool places to rest, but right now the darkness flees, the night shrinking, the dawn washing the world clean with light and birdsong. This miracle happens every day, but is anything but mundane. Being forced to witness it almost makes me grateful to the damn vampire.
Almost. As the sun crests the mountain peaks, I gasp through another climax.
Suddenly the Sybian goes silent.
The birds keep chirping. My friend the hare hops between two barrel cactus, sniffing at their fruit.
Behind me the house is empty, its master safely locked in his lair. Lucius has never seen the Tucson dawn, this glorious spectacle. Two thousand years of endless night. A lonely existence in the dark.
The locks on my cuffs click open. I’m free.
Thank fates. Lucius is a merciful king.
At least to me.
I move off the Sybian, the scream of my muscles fading in comparison to the weight in my heart.
And that’s when I know.
I don’t hate Lucius Frangelico.
My muscles scream as I take a quick shower. It’d be nice to fill the bath and soak, but I’m wasting time as it is.
I’ve got to get out of here. Lucius knows I’m here to kill him. He says he won’t kill me, but who knows what kind of games he plays.
Everything’s twisted, jumbled. My enemy isn’t who he thought he’d be. Or have I lost all perspective?
I dress in jeans and a t-shirt and grab a bag to pack some things when I see it. On the nightstand that was empty before: a cell phone. It’s black and basic looking, not a fancy smartphone, but I bet it’s untraceable. Lucius fufilling his promise. I keep my promises, pet.
There’s one number saved. Declan’s.