•New year's present•

Tammy:

The mystery man was there, with a wide grin on his face like he was mocking my failed escape mission and my naiveness. I should have trusted my instincts when I felt it was too easy. I stared at him, crawling back a little on my ass.

" Running now, are we?". He asked, amusement dancing on his features.

I gulped, increasing the pace of my crawl as much as I could but it was useless. He walked to me and squatted to my level. I didn't want to see his malicious eyes so I looked away but he grabbed my chin, forcefully pulling it up to meet his eyes.

"I tried going easy on you because I thought you were a little sweet thing but I see you're much more rebellious than I gave you credit for. Guess I'll just have to tame you". His words had an edge to them, spoken in a stern and harsh manner. 

He ripped the blanket from my body before throwing me on his shoulder. He strode into the house with me hanging off his back.

Getting into the living room, he saw the broken pieces of plates, littering the floor.

"You're not only rebellious but destructive. Just the way I like 'em". He delivered a hard blow to my buttocks, jerking my entire body in the process. My rear-end felt as if it was ignited with fire. I knew a bruise and handprints were going to be left on it.

With my body still hanging off his shoulder, he climbed up the stairs and took me to a room that was different from the one he'd kept me.

This one was furnished, with a king-size bed in the middle, a black couch at one end of it, a nightstand, and also a walk-in closet. He dropped me on the bed and moved out of my sight. 

I noticed the walls were plain white but a particular painting hanging on the side of the wall directly opposite me grabbed my attention. It was the painting of a man with fiery red eyes and horns protruding from his bald head. He was in all black, a sick smile molded on his face. He looked to be seated on an iron throne, with blazing flames. It was a really weird painting to behold. I couldn't place it's meaning but I understood it wouldn't be something good.

I was lost in my thoughts until I heard a little whimper coming from one end of the room. My eyes darted to where the sound was coming from and they widened in horror. 

A girl looking not to be more than my age, was naked and strapped to a chair, with a gag on her mouth, to muffle her noises, I assumed and clamps on her nipples. There were also what appeared to be bite marks from animal canines and bruises on her pale skin, old ones that had turned purple and new ones that were still very much red. Her cheeks were stained with tears and eyes puffy and red from crying so much. She stared at me dejectedly.

I didn't need to be told before knowing he did that to her. But then, the animal bites, 

Did he do that too?

I pondered in my head, eyes glued to her. 

Is this what it would be like to be his new year's present? Will this be my new life if I don't escape or get rescued on time?

Just as if a gust of wind blew by me, my body quivered as cold racked my entire being at the thoughts of my impending doom. I wanted to keep my hopes of being saved high but they were thinning with each passing day.

I consciously registered a door opening within the room. The next thing I knew was me being pulled towards a chair I hadn't noticed by the other end of the room, opposite the other girl. 

I didn't bother struggling as I was too weak and hazy with the truth of my predicament sinking into me. He pushed me onto the chair and strapped me to it just like the other girl but he left my mouth unrestricted.

Pulling back, he admired the view, a smile on his face. With a glint in his eyes, he began stripping. I quickly looked away to avoid seeing his nudity but he wouldn't have it.

"Eyes on me pet". He ordered in a stern voice. Not wanting to risk getting punished, I gradually lifted my head, eyes looking into his.

He walked over to the other girl, untied her, and pushed her to the ground in all fours. Parting her legs widely, he stood behind her.

" Eyes on us pet". He ordered.

I internally cringed at the thought of witnessing her assault but there was nothing I could do.

I felt a strong pull forcing my eyes to focus on his manhood. It was like I didn't have control over them as they stayed glued to him.

Stroking his engorged manhood, he rammed into the poor girl, eliciting what sounded like a muffled shriek of pain from her. From the corner of my eyes, I saw tears running down her face. 

I felt her pain, distress, and humiliation. I couldn't imagine myself being in that position. 

He slammed into her furiously with abandon, pulling her blonde hair in the process. Her face twisted in pain.

"This will be how we'll spend the new year. Me, feeding your tight little cunt with my cock". He rasped. His words made me sick to my stomach. 

Baring his teeth, I saw two sets of canines peeking out. My eyes widened at the sight.

What is he? Are humans like this real?

I'd only ever read about such in paranormal novels. I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing.

He leaned on her and bit into her neck, making her scream into the gag in pain. But he didn't remove his teeth.

That explains the bite marks. 

Finally pulling away, blood dribbled down the sides of his lips. He smiled at me, exposing his red-stained teeth. The elongated ones, gone. For a moment, I doubted they were ever-present.

He continued banging her, increasing his already alarming pace as animalistic grunts fled his bloody lips, echoing in the room. 

I attempted shutting my eyes from the horrid scene but the force on them was still holding them captive.

In my struggle to close my eyes, I heard his grunts getting louder but something else changed.

His appearance.

My eyes expanded in incredulity, with my mouth hanging open as an audible gasp left my lips. If my hands hadn't been tied, I'd have raised them to rub my eyes.

Before me, was no longer a man but a creature I couldn't identify. His pale skin was now a pale blue, eyes fiery red like blazing flames, two horns grew from his head with a thin tail swinging behind him. 

I was terrified. My subconscious screamed, frightened at the sight. I struggled in my seat recklessly, attempting to get away but it was useless.

If I thought he looked frightening before, he was definitely dreadful at this point. My fragile heart thumped erratically in my chest like it was going to depart from me. For all I knew, my soul was gone, leaving behind the frightening physical mess that was me.

Somewhere at the back of my mind, I matched him to the painting I'd seen earlier. The only variation was skin color.

Could it be him? What is he?

My mind questioned.

All the while, his eyes were on me, a wicked smile on his face.

" Just two more days and you'll be mine completely". He cackled, making me jump in my seat from fright.

"Two more days and I'll ravish you". He grunted loudly.

Wait...what?

Two-two more days?

How's that possible?

If my calculations were right, it hadn't been up to a week since he captured me.

What if you're wrong? 

Am I in another world where the new year is four days after Christmas?

Oh, Lord!

I wasn't overly religious but at that point, I felt only the Lord could help me.

He has to.