Chapter 38

WARNING THE NEXT CHAPTERS WILL CONTAIN GRAPHIC CONTENT OF SEXUAL VIOLENCE. 

CAUTION IS ADVISED.

I awake with a throbbing pain in my head. The left side of my head feels sticky and has the most throbbing. I feel like someone just hit me with a Mack truck. My eyes are groggy but begin to focus around the room. I am no long bathed in the darkness of where I was but, I am still not in good shape, I look down trying to focus my eyes. I left eye can barely open. Whoever hit me must have given me a black eye, on top of knocking me the fuck out.

I look around. I am in a bedroom I do not recognize. It looks ancient, the design looks it’s a medieval castle bedchamber room. The bed is large enough to fit a dozen people but, there’s dust everywhere. It shows, it has not been used in forever. There is a faint glow of a light in the room. As if it is lit with a torch or candles. I feel hands roaming around me. I lay still. It feels also, like I cannot move my legs? Did they break them or something?

I look around, I am completely stripped bare. My legs are strapped down to a four-poster board bed. I am bound naked and completely at the mercy of my kidnappers. I look to my right. Silas is sitting next to me, stroking my soft skin. I can feel his hands gently stroking my skin on my hip. Every so often, his fingers dip into my vagina. I resist the urge to give him any satisfaction. He’s trying to sexually stimulate me. That may have worked once upon a time, when I thought we were engaged, and in loved. Now, knowing the whole truth, and looking back on that time. It feels like a thousand years ago. Now, I feel disgust towards him. If I had known when I first met him in college, I would have stayed the fuck away from him. I would have transferred Universities, and stay the fuck away, somewhere he could never find me. I would have sought out Ralph immediately, and made sure we bonded properly so this would have never happened. If only, I continue to think to myself.

I let myself focus on Ralph. We have something connecting us. I don’t know if anything will still work now that Silas Douchebag has bitten me. I need to try something! I stretched out with my mind in an SOS signal for Ralph. I don’t think any of these fuckers know about my telepathic connection to Ralph. I assume if they did, they’d keep me unconscious. I tried. I felt like I was hitting a brick wall. I continued to try for what felt like forever. The entire time, I felt them sexually probing my body. I felt a bite somewhere on my leg and the lick of their tongue. I knew they were starting to get aroused, and someone was drinking from me like Ralph does. I continued to fight and reach out. I would not given in to their penetration. One of them I felt was trying to use their powers on me. I could feel someone trying to probe my mind.  I was beginning to lose hope when I felt a wave of fury and distress coming from somewhere far away. It was nowhere near this room, so it had to be from him.

‘KATHERINE!” I heard Rudolph’s mental scream. He sounded in so much pain. The sound made my soul and my heart feel like it was breaking apart.

‘Rudolph’ I mentally grasped. I felt the shock and vibration of his soul connecting with mine. In my mind I was suddenly standing in a field of wildflowers. Ralph was there. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me like he would die any moment. I felt his strong arms hold me tight.

“Where are you!” he furiously demanded.

“I have no idea; Silas showed up at the house and attacked me.”

He snarled.

“You promised you’d be right back. He showed up and everything went to shit. I didn’t even get time to hide in the tunnels. I tried to ignore his knocking at the door. I was just entering the tunnels when he kicked the door in. He was so fast, I didn’t even  get the door shut when he ripped me away in a fury. I fought him as best as I could, but! He...he..bit me!” I said sobbing. I bowed my head while sobbing and showed him my marked neck. I broke  as I fell to the ground, sobbing harder. Rudolph kneeled down and cradled me to him as I continued to cry. He soothed me, he gently pet my hair and my neck while roaring in pain, anguish and rage.

“I will not let this go unpunished! I already claimed you! You’re mine! He knew that! When I see him again he’s dead! I will kill him!” I held him.

“I don’t know where I am. I just know I am in some medieval castle. I am strapped to a ancient bed right now. The room reminds me of “Matthew DeClaremonts room on ‘Discovery of Witches.’ Could anyone one of them have a castle like that in France?” I asked him, hoping beyond hope. He was lost in thought.

“Yes, I know Conrad does, his birth mother as a French woman of nobility. Her name was “Madeline Lejeune.” King Louis XVI was obsessed with her. She was married to Conrads father. She had given birth to Conrad but, not made the change to being a vampire yet. King Louis XVI took her to bed. She tried to deny him, explaining she was married but, he ordered her as her king. She continued to refuse. He eventually had her forcefully escorted to the palace where he defiled her. When Louis set his eyes on a woman he wanted, he got it.  Louis was enraged that a woman of royal blood who he fancied would refuse him. He didn’t care that she was married, he saw that she was the most beautiful woman of court, and he wanted her in his bed. The poor woman was so broken being taken advantage of repeatedly. She felt she could do nothing to stop it. She had denied the king, and Louis took what he wanted anyways. Conrad’s father was in a rage when he found out yet,  he could not do anything. He knew that if he attacked Louis, it would expose his vampirism to the humans. He knew she had resisted the king and tried to honor her marriage. Still when she had returned him, Walter looked at her with disgust. Claiming that if she’d accepted the bond between them and made the change to being a vampire after she had birthed Conrad, it never would have happened. They would have left for his castle in Bavaria rather than staying and continuing to live in her French one. Devastated with her husbands rejection, and what she had lived through at the hands of the king, she felt betrayed and defiled by both her king and her husband. She killed herself. The incident was like a knife in Conrads heart. His father raised him to hate humans after that.” He told me. I was horrified listening to the story. Some men in history were such monsters. Poor Conrad, he literally does not know better. Being raised to hate humans is all he knows. It’s been so many years, he may not even remember his human mother. Hate can cloud so much of the mind.

“He wasn’t the only one there. I can feel three people with me right now. It’s Edgar, him and Conrad, I’m sure of it! They are! Oh God!” I screamed in pain as I showed him with my hands what they were doing. The pain in his eyes intensified.

“I AM GOING RIP THEM TO SHREDS!” He roared.

“All I know is I think I am in a medieval castle. I was just in a prison cell. The floor was dark, dirty and so cold. There was a decayed corpse in it with me. I was screaming for help. Someone came in and bashed me in the face to shut me up. I said as I cried wishing he were here. He held me tight but knew how to measure his strength to not break me. He rocked me, trying to calm me.

“I will find you my dove, please stay with me and stay strong until I arrive.” He said in desperate hope. He kissed me fiercely. I felt the illusion shimmer and then he was gone.