Love's Secret Domain

Adalia stood out on the balcony and looked over the bright lights of Manhattan as the air flitted through her long red hair. Watching the streaking lights of the minimal traffic below she again pulled forward on the railing, only to be stymied by the clinking chains that bound her from freeing herself. There was no other pain more acute to her than the loss of Phineas.



“Now, now, Dolly,” Daniel cooed from inside the penthouse. “I let you out. Be a good girl and don’t bore me with another of your tiresome suicide attempts.”



Her eyes cast back up into the heavens, where she often thought that Phineas might be, looking down on her. “Help me,” she mouthed to him, as if he might supernaturally appear and break her chains so that she could shrug off this mortal coil and finally join him in the beyond.



Life hadn’t been worth living since that day at the park. Each blow that had fallen upon Phineas she’d screamed at. Each kick caused her physical pain. Her body had jolted and kicked back as she watched her brother beaten to death right before her eyes. She kicked, screamed, shook and threatened all that she could, but none of it was any use at all. Powerful though she was, she was not a fighter.



Daniel held her there to look down upon her brother’s still, unmoving form. He gave the body another hard, brutal kick to move to Adalia’s swollen, red eyes that the man was dead. She’d gone limp in his arms; her body too tired to sob anymore, her throat was too torn up to even scream. It was a moment that Daniel would savor; Adalia’s defeat.



Hurt and tired, she’d ridden back to the compound with them. They gave her ten minutes to run in and take out what she held most dear. She grabbed Mr. Giggles and stuffed her pockets full of pictures and letters from Phineas, things that she’d hoped would be buried with her when she’d gone on. Things that she still had in a box in her room, hidden from prying eyes.



Still, she questioned why she went on. Or even how it was she was still alive. Daniel had tried checking her into an institution the first month. It was simply impossible to keep an eye on her all hours of the day. She’d spent most of that month strapped to a cot receiving weekly electro shock therapy to try and jolt her back into life. But the memory of Phineas was etched so deeply, that though there were some days she couldn’t quite remember his name, she never forgot his face. Or the way he felt next to her bodyw hew he felt inside of her, how he smelled and the soft keening of his voice.



Even now, thinking about him, her fingers moved to her lips and her eyes closed as if she could still feel him in front of her, touching her. “Please…” she whispered out, imploring Phineas in whatever afterlife form he might be taking to help her get to him.



Rudely, Daniel had stood up and moved up behind Adalia. Though she and Phineas had taken his manhood along with one of his eyes, he still enjoyed tormenting her in whatever ways he could. Perhaps now that he was freed from sexual desire of her, he could truly focus on both the Order and keeping her in line. He grabbed her roughly and forced his hands up under the small, pale pink chemise she was wearing. His hands grappled with her large breasts in a lascivious fashion and he felt a grim satisfaction with her muffled sob at his hands invasion.



“Well, you did say ‘please’ Dolly. Didn’t you mean me?” he asked.



By way of response, Adalia simply went limp in his arms, allowing him to do what he wanted to with her. There was no point in fighting, no point in preserving herself for anyone. Phineas was dead and he was all she’d ever wanted. Now her life was devoid of any desire except to die.



Snaking one hand down her abdomen he shoved his fingers into her vulva and enjoyed her fluttering groan of disgust. To regain funds to rebuild the order, he’d been selling her off to the highest bidder for private visits as well as throwing large, wild partieswhicwhich the masked members of the order had orgies. They were all allowed to fuck each other and then, at the end of the night, the one who had offered up the biggest sacrifice, generally of monetary value, was allowed to fuck her in a ceremonial bloodletting.



Generally these happened in the private mansions of the members. Large groups of men and women showed up in garish masks and silly robes as if it were anything but the commingling of flesh. As if this were some manner of religion based on perversion and the flow of Adalia’s mutinous Nephilim blood, the healing elixir of which salved over the notion that perhaps she were nothing more than a mutant and an abomination.



Beyond the impossible probing of elderly flesh into her youthful, slick folds, Adalia remembered most the furnishings of the different rooms. The rich tapestries on the walls, the sometimes garish brightness or contrasting gloominess. There was old money and new money all changing hands. The older mansions were filled with memories and vibrations of lust and anger. As if money never seemed to reverberate with happiness as people seemed to think it should. The new mansions tended to vibrate with backstabbing and surprise and a cloudy desperation for more. Always more.



Many of them would look at her with lust in the same way they would devour a steak or any other piece of property. Occasionally she would find herself with an older woman or a gentleman who would try to seek her advice. It seemed that the older they were, often the more desperate they were to hear of her advice. As if she could truly absolve them of their treachery to their families and other loved ones so that they could go on in peace.



Absolution was not hers to give, but, miserable as she was, she did not have the heart to really deny it to them. Often she simply gave a bored sigh at their startling confessions of wrongdoing. She’d rub her thumb over her scarred index finger, touching the indention as if gaining strength from her past love and then she’d lick her thumb, make a cross on their foreheads and tell them to live a good life. To Daniel’s delight, sometimes she’d even suggest they leave an offering. She had no real use for the money, but she’d found that when she did that, Daniel would accompany the follower to discuss how much to give and she’d be rid of him.



Daniel dragged Adalia back inside and closed the sliding glass door, cutting off the noise of the city streets below with the sound of a quiet vacuum. She whimpered against the cold of the chains against her body and the heat of being inside but did not struggle against him. Unceremoniously, he plopped the half-naked girl on the couch and moved in front of her. He shoved the coffee table out of the way and got on his knees in front of her. Putting his hands on both of her knees, he shoved her legs apart. She flexed against him, trying to keep them together, but it wasn’t much use. Even ie die did keep him at bay for a moment, he’d simply call one of the guards to help him, so she finally gave up and allowed him to push them apart.



Reaching forward, he grabbed her hips and pulled her cunt towards the edge of the couch and buried his face in it. She let out a long and very put out sigh at his machinations. She had long since been incensed by his violations. It didn’t matter, really. There was no one on this earth she’d give up for willingly any. Re. Resignedly she let him pull her legs up over his shoulders as she reached for the remote. Idly she flipped through the channels and stopped on one of the late night talk show programs.



“And did you hear this one? A Virginia police report alleges that there is a Real Live Vampire in their midst! Can you believe this? Hiss! Seems they found some woman, drained of blood… with FANG marks,” the host chided. Adalia had to wonder what was so funny about that. “Vampires? Probably some Goths got carried away… what’s next, zombies?”



Her brows furrowed and her head tilted as she thought about it. She turned the volume up a little again to distract her from the loud smacking of Daniel eating her out, that didn’t interest her, but… Virginia. A vampire… or at least someone who was sated with blood. Perhaps… perhaps it was someone related to Phineas? She didn’t know of his family other than herself and his beheaded mother. <>
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Adalia’s finger slid up into her mouth and she softly tongued the hard callous on her index finger as she pondered this. What if… what if he had family? Then… so what, right? Or… her brain nagged at her. Or maybe he wasn’t as dead as he seemed. Her eyes flicked down at the top of Daniel’s head suspiciously and she grabbed his hair hard and yanked his saliva and juice-soaked face back from her. “Where is my brother’s body?” she asked him.


showshowed you where he’s buried, Dolly. Did you forget again?”



She sighed and frowned. The shock therapy often made her memory fuzzy in spots, often she’d forget the boy’s name, but she had the pictures that reminded her when she felt utterly lost. Other times they pumped her so full of drugs she didn’t even know her own name or that she was ever loved or anything other than a human, blood-bearing cow. “No… I just thought…”



“You saw him die, Dolly. And we had a funeral. Phineas is gone Dolly. Dead. Now lay back and enjoy this, I love you,” he said as his fingers stroked her.



Adalia simply nodded, her brows were still furrowed as she tried to piece together what he’d said with what she did know. Giving up, she closed her eyes and began to vocali fak faked orgasm to get Daniel to go to bed and leave her alone.