35. Xeraphine

35

Xeraphine

I 've died and come back to life. I don't understand how that is possible, but maybe Tali was wrong. Maybe I am the daughter to an Incubus. That is the only explanation to suffocating over, and over again in this dark tomb.

The pain of my lungs fighting aches even when I wake from death. My heart, it has stopped over two hundred times. Why can't I just sleep and not wake? Allow me that sanctuary, Belial. Do I not deserve some peace? I know I've not done so much wrong that I deserve this endless suffering…

Give me some release… Allow for me to just rest in what is essentially my tomb. My casket, even if I'm not dead.

I've come to terms with my situation. I'm buried. Alone. Alive. Just… can't someone let me lie here in peace? Do I have to continue to suffer…?

No one is looking for me, and that's okay. I don't blame them…

The fact that I was able to sleep surprises me more than what I wake up to. I wish the venom would numb my nerves; that's all I really want. I don't care what they've done to me, I just don't want to feel it. Watching what they do is preferable to enduring the sensation of the torture.

"How're you feeling?" I wish it were a sincere question, or at least one he was seeking to rectify with my response.

I manage to whisper, "Like shit," amidst my wincing.

I'm no longer in a bed, but back hanging as I had been when I first arrived.

My vision is still blurry. Gods, this is so annoying. But now it explains why I was incapable of seeing their faces the first time they took me. That doesn't matter now; this one was so close to my face while he fucked me, I could easily provide details for a sketch of him to the authorities.

"Good," he says through a chuckle.

I wish at least he would climax during his sessions with me, but the restraint he has to physically stop and leave the room to finish seriously sent me to scream for at least ten minutes straight. All I need is for him to open his gate, and I can feed. My Amoro could heal me, destroy this venom that courses through my veins. I'm just incapable of pulling it out willingly right now, and I assume it's because of that.

But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm just fucked.

"Why am I back here…" I attempt to move my fingers, and to my surprise, they respond. That is the first movement I've felt since I was first hanging in this wooden structure that felt more industrial in the beginning, but now that I'm here a second time, it sort of feels and smells like a wooden barn.

"I'm bored of you just lying there," he says, picking his teeth with something. Even just a few feet from me, it's impossible to see. If my vision remains like this, and I have to wear glasses, I swear to the Gods I'll end my own suffering. "And I really need you to stay awake and conscious the entire time. I like to see the suffering in your eyes. Fucking you while you are asleep is boring."

I groan, "Seriously, just tell me what I did to deserve this. I get it, I'm a bitch—I killed Clay, and the twins, and probably more, but is that really all this is about?" It seems I've been suspended here for some time; I can now shift my shoulders. The venom appears to be draining downward, leaving my legs still unfortunately incapacitated. "It has to be more than that," I just need to keep talking, get him talking. "Just tell me. If I'm going back under, what is the harm in giving me that?"

He flicks whatever he has in his hand and steps to me, my head falling back to keep his face in view. "There is a lot of harm in it, but no, it isn't because of those deaths. Like I said, I don't know exactly why you are so important to keep buried, but I don't care. All I care about is getting paid and having some fun right now. It's just that simple." His hand comes to my throat and squeezes, "Don't make it complicated."

The door flies open which startles him. "Gods, Zade, are you a Gods damn idiot?! Why is she back in here?" It's that fucking prick who has been poisoning me. There is a second set of footsteps behind him, but I have no idea who they are, as they stay silent.

Zade runs the hand that had my throat in its grasp down between my breasts, "She's strung up, calm the fuck down, Daigo. You've given her enough venom; it won't matter none being off the IV for a few hours."

The curse that escapes Daigo is followed by his feet rapidly approaching, "Do not be blinded by your dick. If something happens, Lars will have our fucking heads."

"I'd like to see him try." His fingers slip between my thighs and right into my cunt. I don't react, just stare at him as though nothing is happening. "I'll put her back, Daigo, calm down. I just want her to fight me a little. Is that too much to ask for?"

"Yes! You imbecile!"

As Daigo reaches out for my wrists, Zade grabs him and tosses him back. I see the second figure beside us, and I can make out that it is a female. The smell, this was the Vampire that had bitten me. I can't make out her features, but I can see her crimson eyes as they stare at Zade with an intensity that could kill .

"Drama," I drag out the word.

Zade turns his gaze toward me, "Shut your mouth." The sudden eruption of pain in my stomach forces me to clench my teeth and emit a muted hiss as I struggle to contain a scream. I have no idea what he is doing, but I squirm my arms as though it will move me enough to be released.

As the pain worsens, I spit at him and release a loud scream. "See, Daigo!" He raises his voice to be heard over my call of agony. "Take your little fuck toy here and get out. I'll bring her back just as the sun is going down."

The pain finally begins to dwindle, and I release the breath I had stuck in my throat. My shoulders shake as his hand comes up covered in my blood and smothers it across my face, shoving me in the process.

I close my eyes, Belial, please help me. Just numb me for fuck sakes!

After a hiss of anger from Daigo, the dual set of feet recede, the sound of the door opening and closing indicating they are gone. That would have been a nice reprieve if Zade hadn't just fisted my stomach.

"Alright, so let's see," I don't lift my head as he begins speaking, but I feel the sharp drag of a nail against my neck and I tense. "I know you aren't numb. I want you to fight, little girl. It's so boring with you willing."

A laugh bubbles from my throat, "I'd never willingly do anything with you. Cut my tits off and feed them to sharks instead."

He grabs my legs and hoists them around his hips, "You don't like, Succubus? Your kind just likes to fuck. My cock fits nicely in this little cunt—" He shoves himself straight into my core, and I roll my eyes. Without being able to heal, and with the way he has been abusing me, his mediocre size just feels bland. Not that I'd have enjoyed it otherwise, it's just great I can piss him off by looking bored.

"Just get it over—" I am cut off by him wrapping one of his hands around my throat, while the other keeps me at his hip. Gasping, I try to shrug away from him. My shoulders fight as the squeeze becomes so intense that the heat in my face immediately makes me sweat. This is not to drag me through pleasure; no, he is trying to kill me.

"Ah—" he grunts as his thrusts become harder, "Popped a blood vessel already." His grip does not relent, and I begin trying to swing myself away, pulling hard on my wrists and scratching at my palms to bleed onto the chains to lubricate them. I do everything to try to get out of the restraints.

I swear my windpipe breaks in that moment, but I can't be certain, and as blood fills my mouth, I close my eyes and begin slipping into darkness.

I am at the precipice of death when he releases my throat, and I spit my blood out all over his face. I fight to clear my airways to take a breath that doesn't consist of liquid. The feeling of drowning is taking me back under, but I have to fight to stay conscious.

"That's it, fight—fuck, that's good," he moans through his words.

I have to stay awake because I can feel it.

"Such a good girl, fight to survive."

Holy fucking shit…

"Stop…" I whisper, somehow capable of getting the singular word out of my throat. The grip on my hip tightens, but his movements cease. My blood is flowing through his brain, and I throw my head forward and cough out all the blood that I can from my throat. It shifts from hacking to laughter as I feel him tremble.

"Fuck…" he murmurs.

"Yes…" I lift my gaze, and see him wide-eyed in fear. "Open your mouth." My throat is in so much pain, but I push past it as he opens wide for me. I pull my saliva with my blood and spit right into his mouth. "Swallow."

I could cry, and I swear I nearly do, as he closes his mouth and does as I command. "Bite me, drink my blood, Zade." When he tries to fight my hold on his willpower, I clench my jaw. "Bite—Me." I pull so hard on his brain that I tear through a nerve. I can see him spasm, and I smile so widely, tears pull at the corners of my eyes.

He leans to my arm and bites, his canines sharp enough to pierce and draw blood into his mouth. The surge of it flowing through him makes me moan, and I can feel his cock shrinking inside of me.

No, no —I need him to finish.

"Stop," I demand, and he does. I've got enough in him now. I'm so thankful he put me up here. I barely had blood flow in my arms as it was from being strung up; all the venom was down in my lower body, making drinking from above my waist safe for him.

"Zade," I do my best to concentrate, but I can't pull the blood in his cock as I did with Dante. "Take your cock into your hand and stroke it. If it stays soft, I will have you saw off your balls."

There is no hesitation as he grabs hold of himself and begins fisting his slightly hard shaft. I know he won't finish; one look at his face, he is terrified. "Release this hold on me," he hisses. "I wanted a fight, but not this."

"Shut the fuck up," I breathe out, my lungs still fighting the liquid that is in them. "Stroke harder. Imagine chasing me—" The gagging cough from me makes my shoulders tremble, "You finally caught me, and I'm fighting. Hard. Scratching your face, kicking and screaming for help."

I watch his dick grow in his hand, "Good. I don't ever stop fighting because I want to kill you, but you are stronger. You fuck me, hurt me, make me bleed—" I look at his other hand, which is twitching. "Choke me, Zade."

His hand is around my neck again, "Come all over me. Don't stop until you've claimed what you destroyed to catch."

He groans so loud, I fear the Vampire will hear it. "Close your mouth." He does so, and I can see his shoulders trembling as he is closing in on his climax. "That's it. Destroy that weak girl you thought was me. Fuck her until she's bloody and nearly dead." His grip on my throat tightens and it hurts beyond belief, but I push through. "That's it, Zade."

Then, his gate opens, and my Amoro latches with zero guidance.

Oh… you all are fucking dead now.