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If I had to describe my past in just one word, it would be the word “hatred” that would win out of all others.
I have noticed that there is a question that keeps repeaditadly popping up in my head, forcing me to ask it. What did I do that was so horribly vile in my past life, that this one had wanted me stripped, bound and beaten to a bloody pile of flesh on the soggy dirt? Perhaps this was just some sick test by some deity that millions believed in, a test that tested virtually every fiber of your being, a test that seemed the only way to actually finish was to die.
A bright lifght flared to life, making light seem a bright red behind my eyelids. The soft crackling of a fire burning somewhere near was what I guessed to be the source of the light.
“Knight, please wake up!” I heard a woman scream.
I groaned. Who was that red haired man and why did I black out almost instantly? He didn’t even touch me. I slightly opened my eyes. A woman with her arms spread apart as well as her legs and feet. She was leaning towards me. As my sense of sight and hearing began to come back to me, so did my touch.
My wrists were bound behind me with some sort of metal vice, my feet were locked around the ankles and loops covering my feet; almost like a metal shoe. I looked back up at the woman to see the red haired man beside her, stroking her cheek.
“Crystal?!” I yelled the feeling of being afraid was breaking through my voice.
The man began to laugh. His fingers moving down her neck and in between her breasts.
“Stop ******** touching me!” she screamed.
She attempted at fighting the chains to free herself, which we both knew would make no difference.
“I wonder?” the man said almost to himself.
I watched his every movement, taking in every detail, studying him.
“Has she ever been with a man?” He asked himself, licking his lips.
I lost it. Fear turned into anger.
“You ******** touch her and you’ll be licking the inside of your a**!” I yelled.
His gaze went from her to me, his eyes held a glint of what seemed excitement.
“And you’ll be the one to do this to me then?” He asked before laughing hysterically. :”She will be in so much pain after I’m done with her that she’ll beg you to kill her.” He grinned while bearing fangs.
“What I would like to know is how you remained alive?” a voice came from behind me.
The red haired man looked past me and frowned. “Do you have to talk to him now?” the psycho asked.
A man walked past me, his hair was a brilliant white and it was styled in a gentlemen like manner. Percing green eyes glared at me, almost cat like.
“Yes. Your little breeding session can wait.” He didn’t even glance at the other man.
Who the hell was he and why put Crystal through this?
“You going to answer the question or must I force the answer out of you?” The white haired man asked me.
I snicked. “Can’t really force answers out of someone if they themselves have not the answer.” I replied clenching my teeth together.
His gaze did not leave me.
“Very well. My name is Virgil and I’m your father.” He had told me.
“I don’t have-“
“I know you don’t because I didn’t claim you. My means were to kill you the day you were born.” He spat.
Crystal gasped. “Why would-“
“As if it’s any of your business wench!” he growled. He glanced back at me. “You were not fit in the family, born of vampire but you had a wing as like a fallen angel.”
The angred look in my eyes showed that I was confused..
“You weren’t perfect.” He finished.
Virgil walked away. “You may continue Issac.” He said before shutting a door.
The sound of clothes being ripped apart followed by a sick blood curdling scream combined with the sound of flesh thrusting into flesh made me almost seem to want to be killed.
“She was a virgin, so tight and wet. It’s like you want this.” Replied Issac.
My eyes were shut and inside I felt helpless. I wasn’t going to watch and since my ears could not be covered all I could do was listen as she was beaten and raped. Knight, the one many depended was nothing more than the dependent.
“God she feels so damn good.” I heard him say again, Crystal sobbing begging him to stop; to no avail.
I had already knew that by the end of this day we would die and the nightmare would be over. Although I knew we would be both going to separate places, she would be going somewhere safe. Hell, perhaps I was already in it.
Issac made a grunting noise signaling that he had gotten what he wanted.
“Hope she doesn’t get pregnant-“
I looked up and my eyes widened.
She was in awful shape, her eyes diming although she never looked away from me. Blood was flowing from her mouth. Issac grabbed her hair and yanked, pulling her head back. He licked the side of her face. “Good for a quick fix.” He said.
She mouthed the words “I’m sorry” before Issac bit into her neck and snapped it. Her body went limp. I turned my head and bit my tongue to keep me from shouting. Oh how I wished to be free with my hand on his neck and sword through his chest. I turned back and glared.
“Ah, that fire still remains in your eyes. Good.” He walked over and kicked me in my chest knocking me and the chair over. The weight of my body had dislocated my arms. He leaned down, looking me in the eye, and grinning from ear to ear.
“Attractive woman seem to hang around you, so I decided to play a game. I will let you live, and build up strength so that when we do meet again, your death will be sweeter. Then after your gone, your lady friends that you pick up along the way, will become my personal sex fixes.” He told me.
I growled.
“Inside I know your saying it won’t happen. Well I beg to differ. We will see each other again, in the same predicament as what just happened. I guarantee it my friend.” He finished.
With all that talk he arched and swung his fist across my jaw. Darkness was the end result.