Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
He was wearing all black, black jeans, black sneakers, black t-shirt, and a black floor length trench coat. His waist length hair was black, and his eyes were inky black pools. The only thing about him not black, was his milk white skin and teeth.
With his hands in his pockets, the psycho walks towards me, going through the cell door Sarah had left open when she came in here. His boots thumped against the floor as he walked forward. He ignored Sarah when he went past her.The smile on his face creeped me out, it filled me with feelings of revulsion and trepidation. When he was standing in front of me, he takes one hand out of his pocket. He had sharp rounded black nails, they looked more like claws then nails.
He slowly lifted his newly freed hand and pinched my chin, lifting my face up. My glare met his inky black gaze, and I shivered in fear at what I saw. Then with his grin widening on his face he starts to speak.
“Ah now I see it…that’s the reaction I was looking for…you know what I want.” then he leans down, his lips near my ear, my stomach started to churn with nausea at how close to me he was.
“I’m going to fuck you with your blood running down your body, I’m going to fuck you till you lose the brat your pregnant with, then I’ll fuck you pregnant with my own. I could hear excitement in his voice.I was now trying to keep myself from outwardly showing just how terrified I was. I was also trying to stop my very urgent need to puke, what little I had left in my stomach after being knocked out for three days. Goddess I wished I could at least reach Damien, but I couldn’t so I had to be strong. Even faced with what this sadist wanted to do to me.
Sarah’s eyes flash with anger, but she walks over, then he grabbed her by her hair and pulled Sarah forward and she let out a cry of pain. He brutally took Sarafys mouth, biting into her mouth till blood was rolling out from the corners of her lips and down her cheeks,
He let her go with a push that had her staggering back, her blood smeared on his chin and mouth, then he slaps Sarah, making her drop to her krees with a cry. The thing was…Sarah seemed to be getting off on his treatment of her, judging by the look in her eyes.
“Shut up or I’ll shut you up.” he growled at her, then slapped her other cheek, Sarah let out another cry. “Looks like I’ll be shutting you up.”
He reaches down and opens his jeans, pulling himself out, he was aroused with what he had done to Sarah. I turn my head so I couldn’t see what was happening anymore, but he grabs my face with one hand, his grip strong and his nails digging into my chin, causing blood to drip down my neck onto my chest, the drops soaking into my top.
“Your going to watch as she suck’s my cock, so you can learn what to do like the proper little whore I’m going to make you.” he said, his tone filled with cruel amusement. With his other hand he grabs Sarah by the hair again and shoves his member down her throat. He didn’t care when Sarah started too choke and gaz, he just kept himself there, I could actually see where he was so far down, that her throat was expanded with it.
He waited till Sarah started to scratch at his thighs causing blood to run and her eyes to start rolling back in her head before he pulled out enough for her to breath. Sarah got one breath before he started to mercilessly thrust into her mouth, over and over, not pulling out enough for Sarah to breath again.
I tried to look away from it all, but with him holding my face in the direction he was I could still see it all happening out of the corners of my eyes. Sarah’s desperate try to escape his hold, and his pleasured grunts reaching my ears.
“That’s it bitch, suffocate on my cock.” When I heard what sounded like Sarah throwing up he growled. “Swallow it bitch, swallow your puke.” He still didn’t stop.
I couldn’t hold it back anymore, and I vomited on him, he looks at me furiously. Letting go of my face finally, I turn my head away and close my eyes, but it couldn’t block out the sounds of what was happening. I heard clothes rustling, and it sounded like his jacked hit the floor, then there was a cry and some slapping. I heard clothes being ripped, and Sarah was crying out again.”Bitch hold still, I’m not done yet.” he demanded of Sarah.
I heard a scream from Sarah, but it was cut off a moment latter and the sound of Sarah chocking came next. “Open your eyes right now and watch me fuck Sarah or your next as soon as I’m done!” I knew he was talking to me, because who else in here could it be. 5
I opened my eyes, not wanting him to come anywhere near me. Sarah was on her back on the ground, blood running down her naked chest and stomach. The male held a bloody knife in his hands, letting me know what caused Sarah’s wounds. He was holding Sarah’s throat closed with his other hand.
Sarah was gripping his wrist and her eyes were rolling back. Her body jolting with every thrust this male was driving into her. He tossed the blade down and starts rubbing his hand over Sarah’s wounds, pushing into them, tearing them slightly, making them bleed worse and then he rubbed the blood all over Sarah’s front.
He let Sarah’s throat go enough that she didn’t pass out and got another deep breath in, before he started chocking her again. I couldn’t take it anymore and closed my eyes tightly. My eyes being closed didn’t block out the sound of what was happening though. 2
I heard Sarah’s chocked whimpers and the slap of their bodies coming together, the smell of blood, and now sex. I couldn’t help it and vomited again, some of it landed on me. The smell of my own vomit made it all the worse, I was so nauseous. I knew what he was doing, he was putting on a show, wanting me to be terrified of what he was going to do to me.
Well, I was not only terrified at the thought of this psycho touching me, I was now thoroughly sickened by all this. Especially when I heard them both cry out in ecstasy not long after I closed my eyes. Opening my eyes I looked at Sarah’s face, she looked blissed out, she had actually enjoyed what the psycho had done to her. They say birds of a feather flock together, well I say psychos flock together with other psychos.
1 sag against my chains as I fall back into an unconsciousness state, all of this having been to much for me in my weakened condition.
Author’s Note: Thank you to my concerned readers, my family is doing much better now, I am now too. Thank you all for your well wishes and staying with me this far in to say book.
Damien’s POV
I was sitting in my office behind my desk in an antique looking office chair. It was large with a dark brown suede covering and dark cherry wood underneath. Alora had immediately loved the chair, when she curled up in it to do business, she looked so adorable.
The desk was large and antique, another item Alora had showed a lot of appreciation for. I felt the need to be surrounded by the things she liked and used on a daily bases, it was the reason I was working in her office, and not mine..I was reading the reports that had come in from the wolves I had sent to the forbidden region’s only nearby town. They did find evidence that Sarah had been there, and we got descriptions and pictures of the other females she had been with, the last time she had been seen in town.
Unfortunately any traces of where they had gone after were gone, the lead became dead end. We tried to have a trace done to the cell phone number the pictures Sarah sent had come in from, but nothing came of it. I was hitting wall after wall when it came to this..
If only our bond wasn’t so closed off, I would be able to follow it to her. At the moment I could only feel it if I went completely still and concentrated extremely hard. Even then all I could do was feel that she was alive where ever they had her, for now….that had to be enough. At this point, that knowledge was all that was keeping me going, it’s all that had allowed me to stave off my despair.I looked at the picture on the desk, it was a framed photo of Alora and I under the willow tree at her adoption ceremony. She had her arms wrapped around my neck, and mine were around her waist, she was smiling so brightly, shining in her joy. I could see my love for her written all over my face as I looked down at her. Darien had taken this shot, he was the one who framed it and put it on this desk for Alora.
Darien had come to me yesterday and asked for Alora’s camera, he wanted to print and develop her photo’s for her. So she’d have a pleasant surprise when we got her back. When I observed his face as he was asking, I could see he was suppressing his own pain.
Alora and my brother had been best friends for years. She was truly like a sister to him, knowing Darien needed to do something to help keep his spirits up while we tried to locate my mate, I had agreed.
Alora’s POV
I was awake and back in my space with Xena and Selena again, we were trying to break through the spells that had us chained as we were. It was a pain staking process, especially as weak as I was. After I had passed out from the very unsettling performance of Sarah and her psychotic boyfriend, who was no longer nameless after Sarah had cried out the name Jack, I had been left alone. It had been almost two days now.If I had been human, I would already be half way dead from dehydration and starvation. It’s been five day’s now since I’ve eaten anything, or drank anything. This meant that I was going to have to do something I really didn’t like.
After the initial scare and the fogginess from the drugs cleared from my mind, I remembered my mother’s spell, the one she taught me before I’d left Castle Bloodmoon. Chastity Bell…it was a spell that would prevent me from getting raped.
I preformed the spell the moment my mind cleared enough for me to remember it. Now that it was active, if any male tried to take advantage of me, they would immediately find themselves impotent and unable to preform. The impotency would last for three years after contact with this spell.
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