Unknown POVI fisted my hand around her hair and thrust hard into her mouth. She gagged many times but it just made me more violent. Tears came out of her eyes, her face red from my slaps, and her lips were swollen from my hard cock. This little bitch was good in bed. She despised me but it just made this game so much more appealing to me."No... grrr... more... aahhh... it... gah... hurts" - she told me a thousand times but I didn't care. It made me harder if my partners were in pain. I used this witch as many times as I desired her because she was bratty but also hated me so much, and always had some smartass reply for me. "Shut the fuck up!" - I growled at her and pumped my hips even harder and faster than before. "You know... ahh... it just makes me... more... ah... fucking crazy about it. - groaned every other word. That is how good she was. It also helped she was a gorgeous fucking slut and I enjoyed torturing and using her.I saw her eyes full of pain and I just couldn't stop
Eliza POV It's dark. Suffocating, eerily calm, haunting... I feel many emotions again. There are some I cannot place. But they feel... familiar? Familiar, but strangely, it's like those are not mine. I feel my body floating slowly... somewhere. I don't know if it's forward, backward, North, or South. I just feel my body is going somewhere. I don't know how much time passed but I saw a little light above my head. My body suddenly stops, then something strange happens. It's like my body is vanishing. I look at my hands and they are half seen-through. I can still feel them but these are shimmering away. I close my eyes, thinking that's my end. I don't feel pain, I'm just disappearing... I won't be missed. Not even by Abigail. Even though I sent her money over the last few years, it didn't go through the last few months. She must have hated me so much, she didn't want to do anything with me. I sigh, feeling my eyes tearing up, but no tears coming out. Another strange phenomenon here
Eliza POV I stare at her in disbelief but she giggles again. "Are you sure I am not dead?" - I ask her but she just waves her hand to dismiss my question. "Why would you be dead? Silly girl" - she chuckles again. "Will you, please, stop giggling? I don't understand what is happening right now" - my voice was full of irritation. I don't believe her and I want to know the truth. "This is the truth." - she said simply with a smile. "I know it's hard to believe, but this place is where your most hidden emotions are placed." - I again just look at her, never have I ever felt this way before. It is too dark, too intense. "It can't be me. I... these emotions, these colors here... too dark for me..." - no way, I tell myself, it's not me. "I don't have these kinds of dark thoughts in me." - I say to her. I see her eyes glowing purple for a minute, but then she blinks a few times and says to me. "Maybe, it's not from the present." - I didn't have dark thoughts before. It hurt when people
Eliza POV I stand there, frozen in my spot, and dreamily look into his eyes. Everything around us just stops and we look at each other. I lost myself in those emerald globes. These eyes invite me to get closer, touch, and ignite passion. Except I see nothing warm in them. Just cold, hard emeralds, like the gems, hard and unbending. I even see a flicker of confusion. No, it's disbelief, but I ignore it. "Are you deaf? I asked you a question!" - his cruel words snap me out of this reverie. I realize I'm feeling cold, and it has nothing to do with the weather. "I... meet... I... someone..." - try to make sense of my confused state. He stares at me like I lost my mind. "I don't have all day." - he shoots me a glare, then sighs and says: "If you can't say it then go on your way! I don't have time to deal with you." - and he just turns around and storms to his car. I feel myself a fool, but at the same time, I'm pissed because he was so crass with me. What the hell is wrong with him?
Rick POV ~~~~ FEW DAYS PRIOR HE MEETS HIS MATE ~~~~ I just placed my ass on the chair and Uncle started asking me questions about my trip, and what I have learned. We sat at a long table, his place is always at the head of the table, and I sat on the left side of him. When I was young I always had to sit at the other end of the table, but I didn't like to be that far from my only family, and I was rarely at home, so I needed closeness. So, when I put my plate beside Uncle and told him I will sit here from now on, he nodded and said: "I thought this day never comes." - he understood me far more than I understand myself. This long table was a modest, dark oakwood with at least 20 chairs around it. Those are equally thick with some local patterns. The food is rich and tasteful, but we always drank blood. Even on social occasions, only disguised as wine. When I finished my report, he patted my shoulders and said: "I'm proud of you. Now, you are the perfect assassin." - as he smiled a
Rick POV I underestimated her ability. I met her 3 times in the last 2 days and we ended up fucking. When I was around her I forgot what I wanted and acted like I was in haze. But I wasn't bitten by her, I would remember and I even checked in the mirror. I needed to speak to Eliana to lessen Diana's power over me. I remember a pink fog before I end up like a fucking dog in heat. Every fucking time! I got a potion that lessens the effect of her power for a while, I hope I would be able to talk to her before her ability overpowers the potion. The worst thing is I still wasn't able to get off. The last time I was close but she passed out before I relieve myself. And necrophilia isn't my thing, so I left her room frustrated. And yet again, I'm here before her door, contemplating what I should do differently this time. I drank the potion 2 minutes ago because according to Eliana, this potion takes effect immediately. I knocked 2 times when a moaned "Come in" was heard from the ot
Rick POV I slowly lift her up from the bed, my hand on her neck tightens. She gasps, her grip on my wrist loosens for a second, but after that, I see the determination in her eyes, and grips me harder. I pull her face closer to me. "What do you want from me?" - I ask her coldly, and her eyes widen in fear. "I... I just... I need you" - she whimpers in my hand. My grip on her throat is getting more robust than before. "LIAR!" - I snarl at her face. She's visibly choking but still holds onto my hand with both of her hands. "Please..." - she begs - "I tell... you... everything..." - she has tears welling up in her eyes - "I really... need... you..." - that moment her hands drop beside her, and her eyelashes are closing. I realize I choked her too much, so I release her neck and she falls on the bed. She doesn't move, but I hear her heart beating wildly and her breaths are slow but steady. Great, she fainted. I go back to the bar, pour another glass of whiskey for myself and sit b
Rick POV After I came back to my senses, I walked toward her and stopped in front of her. I didn't know if I believe this turn of events. Suddenly the room alongside my mind seemed to have a little space. When she calmed down, she just sat in the chair, and stared, lost in thoughts. I went to grab the wine and poured her a glass and for me a whiskey. I sat down on the other chair and looked back at her. Now, I am sitting in my chair, and trying to figure out what is she trying to tell me. She's sitting with pulled-up legs, and sipping her wine. "Are you feeling better now?" - I ask her, gentler than before but still, it may seem cold to others. She looks back at me, smiling, but that smile doesn't reach her eyes. Now she looks like an innocent little girl and for the first time since I met her, I don't find anything sexy about her. Don't get me wrong, she's still that beautiful woman but now, she doesn't feel like she needs to seduce me, the atmosphere is changed between us. "I h