The most cruel those to whom cruelty was done

The name for this chapter comes from how a certain part of anatomy is named in “The Black Jewels” trilogy and other related books enjoy I shall hopefully be more faithful in updating.




I came to some time later, fear and humiliation washing through me even before I could remember the reason why. And once I could I opened my eyes.

It was as soon as I saw Thorn standing in front of me that I noticed two things.

One: I had been moved and I no longer hung by my ankles. Instead I was tied over a bench meaning that both my ass and my head were level with Thorn's hips, or rather his cock.

And two: that cock was hard as he pointed it at me gleefully, at which time I began yell at him to move before finally changing my tact and suggesting that he was so much of a girl that he had to show of his dick to prove himself. Which, of course, got the answer that I was the girl. He laughed at that and began to stroke himself finally coming on my face as I continued to stare defiantly at him.

It was then that I caught the noise of voices which were close enough or perhaps loud enough for me to make out words. It sounded like orders but it seemed not for a slave, but I did catch some of the words.

“He has turned rogue. He has killed one of his own kind.” At this, Thorn left the chamber in which I was, going towards the voice. It was only later that I found out who exactly they were talking about, but I did hear how Thorn was informed of how someone by the name of Nicodemus had killed one of his own kind a vampire.

I called out mockingly on hearing this. “Thank you Sir, whoever you are, for killing a vampire scum.”

Seconds later Thorn burst back in his eyes alight with fury and with his voice all but shaking he informed me that I was to be turned which was of course to my glee. He proceeded to drain me and soon enough I lost conciseness.

I came to once more to find myself weaker then I had ever been and knowing I had not been changed. At which point time condensed and it could have been minutes or hours later that a female Vampire entered my cell.

I could see by her eyes that she was surprised to find me alive as it were. I blacked out once more and came to, to find myself with Thorn who was once more standing before me. It took mere seconds to realize he had invaded my mind, going through my memories, pulling the images out for me to see as he was doing. But he was coming closer to closer to the memory, the one memory, I would protect with all I had. But all my efforts to fight him were useless. And soon enough that memory sat before my mind's eye.

It was the one memory of lovemaking I had had at that time and also other memories with my one admitted love.

Veera Fieltaller my adopted sister and twin too (this makes it sound like she's his twin, and not David's). Well you see I did not love her. I thought, no made myself believe I did but I did not. Instead I loved one whom only recently have I admitted to myself. I loved her twin brother David Fieltaller and my deception even to my own body had been easy for they were identical in looks except that you could tell that he was a boy for it was true masculine beauty.

And the memory he had brought before my eyes was that of the one time I had made love to the sister of my true love. The one time just before her eighteenth birthday. The one and only time because on her eighteenth birthday she had been in a car crash and died.

And it was that love and the pretended love that had had me two years later abducted by vampires for I had mourned her passing beyond all reason.

This image he pulled to the forefront of my mind and held there, tormenting me with it until I begged him to not do so. At that he had smiled cruelly at me and spoke these words.

"I’ve been kind to you so far, little one, and kept the pain to you’re body. But if you do not behave, I swear it, I will make your mind hurt a thousand times more than your flesh ever could."

At that I promised him I would be good, too desperate to have him release the images of my lovemaking and, even worse, the images of her dead and mangled body from my mind. To which he once more answered.

"Of course you will… but I think I shall still need to bind you just a little harder. Like Pandora did with Nicodemus." He grinned. "I will take the images of her, as you last saw… of the accident, and I will fill your mind with them, every time you sleep. When you rest, you will see her."

“No please, please don’t,” I begged, my crying turning to retched sobbing. For the mangled burnt body which had been my last memory of her was nothing like the beautiful woman I had loved.

"Ohh I will… but I will also be the only one who can make it go away." He grinned. I would need him, no matter how much I hated it, I would need his mental powers to ever find my rest. His death would mean my death, an ever so slow death by madness and pain.

And having seen the realization in my eyes of what it meant he dug into my memories and brought forth every fight and nasty word traded between us every time she had been disappointed in me and my last memory of her, her mangled body and garbled words 'Where were you?'. As well as some memories which were not real painful things to reinforce his hold on me.

When he finished, he pulled away, and broke the contact. "I shall be leaving for a day or so, to see Nicodemus in prison, before he is convicted and properly executed… Pandora will care for you in my absence."

It didn’t take long after he left for the memories, real and fake, to fill my mind.
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