Dark Waters

The next few days seemed to pass in a blur. I would wake up, eat, sleep, feed the vampire freak in the next cell, get a hard-on and then silently scold myself for letting that orgasmic bite get to me. Even knowing that he was slowly draining me of blood didn’t quell the heat that sprang to live a the touch of his hot breath on me.

By now I looked like a vampire junky with multiple bite wounds all over my arms. They were neat and only bruised slightly, but they irritated me. I looked like some crack whore waiting for my next fix as I lay curled up on my metal slab, silently counting the minutes until that cloaked figure would come through door with my food and then orders to put my arm through the bars again. It was a horribly monotonous way of living and I was surprised to find that my sanity hadn’t started to slip yet. I was too stubborn for that.
Then again it had only been three days since they’d kidnapped me…at least I think it was only three days. Time just seemed to slip away from me down here.

They had given me a deck of cards to play with…an entertainment I have taken to rather fondly, and a gray pair of pants that seemed to be fashioned from the same dirty sheet that they’d made my shirt from. I didn’t complain though, it was something to put over my legs and a lot warmer than my tiny Speedo. The meals had gotten a little better as well, which surprised me greatly. Why feed the food? Were they trying to make me last longer? I almost wished they didn’t care but part of me was too stubborn to wish for death by blood loss. If I was going to die I wanted to go out with a fight, not weak and pale on a metal slab in a dungeon that smelled of mildew and pee.

Today they arrived a little early with my dinner…at least it felt a little early. The gray light streaming in through the window was a little too bright to be late evening which was when they usually fed me. The cloaked figure stepped forward and instead of dropping the tray he held it impatiently, waiting for me to scurry across the cell to grab it before he got irritated enough to actually drop it. I took the tray with a mutinous glare and drew it back with me to the metal slab where I curled up Indian style to inspect what they had given me. Today I had an apple, though it was bruised and a little withered. At least it would be sweet. A slightly less stale piece of bread, it was actually a little soft towards the middle! A lump of cheese that was hard around the edges but thankfully there was no mold. And a bowl of what looked like actual oatmeal this time. There was a small wooden cup filled with a murky colored liquid that I assume they guessed passed for water. But it was a start.

It wasn’t mouth watering by any means, but it was better than the first meal I’d had here. I munched on the apple happily, not minding the soft bruised parts at all. The bread and cheese were devoured next before I turned for oatmeal. It was cold and bland, but the texture was familiar and much more pleasant than soggy bread. I downed the water quickly enough before moving back across the cell to where the cloaked figure stood waiting, impatiently for my empty tray. The cell door was unlocked and a bucket of cold water was set inside.

I looked up expectantly and could see nothing under the shadowy hood of the other’s cloak. “Wash your hair and the rest of you. You’ve got a visitor coming and we want you presentable.” he snarled, that impossibly deep voice making my chest hurt.

I stared at the bucket of water incredulously as he walked off. A visitor? And did they really expect me to wash myself in freezing water? At least they had given me water at all. They could have left me to starve. They could have let me whither away to nothing before dumping my body somewhere. The thought was a sobering one and I reach for the cold water.

The icy temperature burns my hands and skin but I scrub at the dirt and grime religiously. My hair was harder to get clean but finally I lay curled up in a shivering ball on my metal slab, huddling my poor excuse for clothes as my hair dripped icy water down my neck and spine. I was clean finally, at least as clean as I was going to get but with the amount of blood I’d lost in the past three or four days I couldn’t be sure that this chill was a good thing.

There wasn’t even a small stirring from the man in the cell next to me and for once I lamented the absence of those penetrating dark eyes. It would give me something to focus on other than the nervousness building inside at the prospect of a visitor.

After what seemed like hours of waiting, the door to the left of my cell swung open to admit a tall figure draped in a white cloak this time with a large Q and red diamond decorating the chest of the garment. Their face was entirely covered and I couldn’t tell if they were male or female until they spoke and the sound slid through me like ice. That sultry tone and purring quality…I recognized that voice immediately.

“So our little rabbit has adjusted well to his holding cell.” My gaze narrowed and for a moment I saw red, and not the red on his cloak either.

“You’re the one who knocked me out!” I snapped before I could stop myself. The only answer I received was a low purring laugh, the sound echoing in the dark cloaked figure next to him. “Yes…his Highness drugged the poor helpless mouse.” That sinister cackle raised the hair on my arms and I hunched over, instantly trying to make myself smaller.

“Now now, pet. Do not tease the poor rabbit, he has been abused enough. Why not go and fetch him a blanket or two?” That purring voice suggested and the cackling stopped. The dark hood turned to face me and I caught my breath. For a moment I thought the insane jailer might refuse before he turned on his heel and marched out.

I stayed frozen to the spot, not wanting the other to focus that attention back on me. “Now where was I? Oh yes, the reason for my visit.” he purred and extended a single pale hand from beneath the fall of the white cloak. He wrapped slender fingers around the rusted bar and brought himself close enough that the pale light from the cell partially illuminated the lower half of his face. A pointed chin and thin lips curled into a little smirk were all I could make out.

“You seem to be holding up rather well given the amount of blood you have lost. How are you feeling?” It was such an odd question that for a moment I couldn’t respond. “How are you feeling?” the other questioned again, a note of impatience tinting the purring quality of his voice.

I blinked owlishly before answering carefully. “Cold, weak and tired.” I muttered and that white hood tilted to the side in a vaguely curious manner.

“And yet you still have strength enough to insult me. How very interesting.” the cloaked figure purred softly. “Yes, you will do. You will do just fine.” He turned abruptly, then, before I could speak and called for someone named ‘Vandeline’ before turning to peer back into my cell.

“You are strong willed and much sturdier than you look…I think I will keep you once our captured prince is finished with you.” he purred in a tone that was entirely too sultry for my liking. It took me a moment to realize that she was referring to my freakish vampire companion in the next cell as their ‘captured prince’. So he was a prince huh? The thought of him being a vampire prince was amusing enough that I gave a short laugh. The sound seemed to startle my captor because he jerked and his grip tightened on the bar.

“You mock me?” He hissed and I flinched despite myself. I shook my head frantically and the tension seemed to melt right out of the other man. “Good, I would hate to have to punish you so soon for such insolence. Vandeline!” he yelled again and a dark cloaked figure rushed through the door. “Yes your highness?” he wheezed and I knew it was the insane jailer. He clutched in his hands two thick wool blankets.

My heart soared at the sight of them and seemed to drop like a stone in the next moment with the other man’s words. “Bring my little rabbit along. I wish to play with him.” he purred and the jailer cackled. “Of course your highness.” he wheezed and drew closer to the door of my cell. Every muscle in my body seized as the door swung open and the blankets were dropped just inside. The cackling jailer, Vandeline crept forward as if daring me to resist. I was too scared to even move, let alone resist him. So when his surprisingly cold fingers encircled my wrist and jerked me to my feet, I stumbled forward.

The strength in that grip terrified me but I couldn’t find it in myself to resist as he brought both hands behind my back and wrapped something rough and sinewy around my wrists. I glanced back once as I was shoved towards the cell door and I was met with glittering dark eyes…and for a moment I thought I saw a brief flash of sympathy before I was shoved forward a bit roughly and into the damp hall.

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We ended up turning right instead of left, shuffling down the long rows of empty cells towards another door. This one led further down and the only light came from a small flickering torch on the curved stone wall. The smell that wafted up from further below was faintly metallic and it mingled with the stronger smell of damp stone.

Vandeline shoved me forward and I nearly tumbled down the uneven stone stairs. His slender fingers gripped my wet hair tightly and jerked me back before I could fall forward. I gave a cry of pain and went tense when thin lips pressed against my ear. “Wouldn’t do to let the poor little mouse break his neck before his highness has a chance to play with you.” he wheezed in a cold, sinister tone.

What little blood I had, drained from my cheeks as I stumbled forward and down the stairs. The steps were slick and almost slimy under my bare feet, but I ignored it and picked my way carefully down their slick surfaces. The stairs seemed to go on forever before I finally reached a wooden door that had metal bars covering a tiny window near the top. Before either of them spoke a word the door swung into the room and he was shoved forward.

The room itself was just like the rest of the place, cold and damp and made of stone. But this room didn’t smell like mildew or urine. It smelled like blood and the faint tang of something else hung in the air. Something that was almost sweet.

I expected to see more cells but was stunned to see a large bed pushed against the far wall. It was draped in red silk and looked sinfully comfortable. I was shoved forward again and this time it was towards the red silk covered bed. Part of me knew I should be afraid, that they wouldn’t be letting me get comfortable for nothing but the other part of me was simply too eager to crawl into that comfortable looking bed and relax.

The rough sinewy material around my wrists was removed and I was ordered to strip. The first bit of fear began to creep up on me but I shed the grimy clothes and tossed them aside. I made to climb onto the bed but icy fingers grabbed me and jerked me back. “The offensive black material as well, little mouse. His Highness requested you to be naked.” he hissed into my ear and fear seized me.

Why did they want me naked? I didn’t have time to contemplate because I knew what happened when I hesitated around this man. Bad things happened, things I didn’t like.

The Speedo came off in record time and I was left standing there, completely nude and shivering from the cold. “Onto the bed little mouse.” Vandeline wheezed cheerfully and shoved me forward once more. I stumbled up onto the red silk of the bed and collapsed into the cool sheets gratefully. I tugged them down and crawled beneath them, moaning softly as the material slid sensuously over my cold limbs. It was heaven!

“My little rabbit likes my little haven?” Came the sultry purring voice of the man in white. I had enough sense in me to bolt upright and gaze warily at the cloaked figure at the end of the bed. His hood was back, revealing long white hair but his face was covered in a mask that looked very much like the face you’d see on a face card in a playing deck of cards. A tiny red diamond marked the cheek and I realized with a start that he was dressed as the Queen of Diamonds. I couldn’t see his mouth anymore but somehow I knew those thin lips would be turned up in a pleased smirk.

“You seem to have figured things out my little rabbit.” he purred and the cloak fell from his shoulders. The body beneath the cloak could have belonged to a god. Broad shoulders a strong chest, narrow hips, lean muscled legs…but what drew my eyes was the long blushing erection he sported proudly.

My breath froze in my throat as he eased himself onto the bed, all grace and beauty. In that moment I would have rather been in my cold little cell playing cards than facing this beautiful monstrosity and I was sure the fear was plain to see for the other man chuckled, the sound low and purring just like his voice.

“Fear not, my little rabbit. I will not sully this body with you…but I will enjoy watching you squirm while others find pleasure in that taut little body.” He purred and stretched out over the red silk, displaying the white perfection of his body with ease.

There was movement around the room and I realized with a start that I had not noticed the dark, cloaked figures waiting patiently to either side of the bed. Their presence had escaped my notice when I had been held so transfixed by the sinfully comfortable bed.

I don’t know why but in that moment it seemed foolish to struggle now. They had me right where they wanted me and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. I met cold blue eyes through the Queen of Diamonds mask and earned a delighted little chuckle. “Bind him and give him a proper welcome boys.” he purred softly and stroked a pale hand down his chest to cup the dark weight of his swollen cock in his palm. “I want to hear his screams echoing in my sleep tonight.”

I wanted to weep at the implications in his words. Slow blood loss suddenly looked very appealing next to the rape his Highness spoke so calmly of. As the dark shapes descended on me, cold hands binding my arms and legs with bits of silk I knew I wasn’t strong enough to break, I found my mind drifting to the pale form huddled on a thin mattress some distance above me. I wanted to be back in my little cell, huddled on my metal slab with my deck of playing cards. And as their cold hands danced over my exposed body, I mentally promised myself to shred the Queen of Diamonds the moment I had a chance.

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Okay, it only gets more confusing from here. I’m sorry if that’s a big turn-off, but I promise it will straighten itself out. It’s no fun if I spoil the mystery too soon after all^^ Anyway, Review please and tell me what you think!