บท 94: 14. Waterloo.
Mariella spoke to two other females huddled with her in the cramped cage, her voice filled with determination. "I know it's repulsive and disgusting, but maybe I can distract him so he won't come after her again. As the alpha female, I can entice other females in heat, not necessarily you two, but there are others. If he wants to indulge his desires, well, I can offer him something to satisfy his urges."
A blonde woman with a gentle expression looked at Mariella and nodded, her face twisted with disgust at the events unfolding in the adjacent cage. She knew their chances of escaping were slim, but they remained resolute, refusing to bow down to that vile creature.
Introducing herself as Mimosa, the blonde woman said, "Nice to meet you. Let's give him plenty of willing females to ravage and see if it cools him down."
The dark-haired woman, who emitted a faint scent of plants, spoke in a low, dark voice. "Oh, how I wish I could offer him a few herbal teas? I could make that monster's desire subside for a while."
Mimosa, her voice gentle, pleaded with the woman named Shadow, "Please, Shadow, let's not lose hope. Maybe we'll have a chance to escape. Stay strong."
Mariella knew she had to take action. Witnessing the vampire sedate and violate that poor girl, impregnating her repeatedly until her belly swelled with his seed, filled her with revulsion. That creature was a monster, and the pale, fragile girl had clearly endured unimaginable suffering at the hands of these bastards. Left naked and exposed, her violated body was on display for all to see. The vampire had ruthlessly fucked her for hours, his thrusts fast and brutal, even calling her "baby" as she lay unconscious.
Thankful that she was unconscious throughout the ordeal, Mariella couldn't bear the thought of her waking up to such a nightmare. Finally, after several agonizing hours, the pale girl stirred, her body bearing the marks of many bite wounds. In a desperate attempt to keep the breeder occupied, Mariella released her pheromones meant to entice and captivate, but never to force unwilling victims into submission.
I slowly woke up, my body ached unimaginably, and I felt heavily sedated. I found myself lying naked, with my legs spread open. My throbbing and sore pussy was a mess, covered with thick goop, while my bloated belly felt uncomfortable and stuffy. I was filled up. I could feel the heat inside my pelvis. My mind was foggy, as if filled with cotton wool, making it difficult to move. As I managed to roll onto my side and close my legs, I tried not to think about what had happened.
A pounding headache and a pain in my neck reminded me I had been used by a hungry vampire, not just as a meal, but for other purposes, too. I focused on not getting upset, as now was not the time to lose control. I couldn't even sit up before I heard the sound of boots approaching. I quickly covered myself with a blanket, hoping that he wasn't coming for a second round, or else I would have to unleash my rage. I closed my eyes and lay there, waiting for the drugs to leave my system so I could regain control. Surprisingly, I felt less dirty than one would expect in a situation like this. But then again, I was a peculiar creature, with my own idiosyncrasies.
Damon's ice-cold gaze fixated on the defiant yet stunning alpha woman before him.
He scanned her details on his tablet, his voice a chilling whisper. "Mariella, right? Do you know, darlin', what I do to alpha females who release their pheromones without my permission, trying to distract me? You see, darlin', I am a freakin' strong telepath, so your self-righteous flood of ideas enters my mind crystal clear. But if you think you'll receive a tranquilizer dart to the heart and wake up to find me having my way with you, you are sorely mistaken. I won't be going easy on you, my mate."
Mariella stared at the vampire, her voice firm. "I do not condone rape. She was defenseless, and you took her virginity. You're a rapist!"
Damon smirked, his arrogance clear. "I was being gentle, believe me. She was tight, and you do not know how perfect she was. Sometimes, I need to release some steam."
Mariella snorted in disgust. This vampire was impossible. She turned around, walked to a cot, and refused to speak to him. A few other men approached.
Damon commanded, "Each of these is my breeder. Leave her there, but take those two to my personal collection. Start hormone treatments after the standard tests and sedate them if they misbehave."
A different version of Damon grabbed Mimosa and Shadow, dragging them away. Mariella sat on the cot, refusing to look at the smug bastard. She vowed to herself that she wouldn't back down. She hoped those two girls would be alright and she would find a way to help them. This was not a good place to be, but at least she wasn't a virgin.
I heard the distinct sound of the cage lock being opened, the metallic click echoing through the room. His heavy footsteps approached, each one sending a shiver down my spine. I lay still, not daring to make a move, my body tense with fear. I knew all too well the dangerous nature of my reactions when threatened, and I desperately tried to maintain my role as a pathetic victim, rather than the strong and lethal creature I truly was.
"Ah, baby, you're finally awake." His voice slithered through the air, filled with a sickening mixture of lust and power.
A wave of nausea washed over me as he spoke, his words dripping with a perverse desire.
"Feeling groggy, are you? Don't worry, my touch will awaken you. Just wait until you feel the heat of my essence inside your innocent wombs. It will work miracles, my dear. Soon, your belly will swell with my offspring, and those breasts of yours will nourish an army. But remember, I'll be the only one nursing from you. Did you know, baby, that you were one of the best I've had in centuries?"
I remained silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. I lay on my side, my back turned to him, determined not to engage with his taunts. I couldn't bear the thought of his presence inside me, the mere idea filling me with a sense of suffocating fullness. My alpha side struggled to control the instinctual rage building within me, but escaping this nightmare was my top priority.
Through the corner of my eye, I could see the other vampire women, their bodies restrained and exposed. Moaning and writhing, they were nothing more than vessels for pleasure, their minds clouded by drugs. They were really fucked up every time they orgasmed. They did not want that. A strange mix of anger and indifference washed over me as I watched them. It was fitting for them; I thought. These black witches were nothing but trouble, through and through.
I knew that once I could rid myself of this damn drug coursing through my veins, I would find a way out of here. The sound of the cage door opening caught my attention, and he approached, his presence looming over me. His hand gently stroked my hair, and I flinched at the feeling of the needle piercing my arm.
His voice, now soothing, filled the room. "Painkiller, baby. I may be a monster, but I won't let you suffer. You'll need a lot of sex, and it may not always be pleasant for you, but I won't hold back. Someday, though, your body will remember its true purpose. Rest now, darlin'. We'll get you in better shape, awaken your body and hormones, and then, my baby, you'll truly enjoy sex."
He walked away, locking the door behind him. As I lay there, the painkiller began to take effect, swiftly plunging me back into darkness. Perhaps it was exhaustion or the potency of the drug itself, but my mind retreated to a place free from nightmares, past mistakes, and haunting memories.
Mariella watched intently as the vampire returned to its victim, administering a painkiller through an injection. The room was filled with an air of tension, but the vampire's voice was surprisingly tender, and genuine. Mariella, who had a knack for detecting lies, could tell that this time, he meant every word he spoke.
As she sat there, trying to process the situation, irritation crept in. It went against her assumptions, forcing her to change her perspective. Change wasn't something that came easily to Mariella, but her innate desire to help and save others pushed her forward.
A few hours passed, and the girl slowly woke up from her slumber. The effects of whatever the vampire had injected her with had worn off, allowing her to move cautiously. She carefully got up, finding herself clad in a simple dress and panties, as the vampire had taken her clothes. She took a moment to clean herself up, using conveniently available toilet paper.
As she dressed herself, Mariella couldn't help but feel that there was more to the girl than met the eye. Despite her fragile appearance, there was an underlying strength and resilience that Mariella sensed.
Breaking the silence, Mariella introduced herself. "My name is Mariella. I apologize for what he did to you. Are you okay?"
As the women from the adjacent cage spoke to me in a soothing tone, it felt as if I was a nervous wreck, my heart pounding in my chest.
I gingerly sat down and replied, "Yeah, I'm fine. This isn't the worst I've been through, not even close."
Though still sore, the effects of the drugs were starting to wear off. I settled onto the cot, my hand grasping the cold metal bars, as I sucked the residual magic away. It didn't take long for it to dissipate completely.
I was aware of the horrors they inflicted on women in this place, and I had overheard him threatening this woman. But I had decided to escape alone, no matter how cruel it seemed. I would save no one else.
I mustered the courage to tell her, "My name is Mimi, and I'm sorry, but I can't help you or take you with me. Even if you tried to assist me, it would only put you in deeper trouble."
Mariella nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation, and replied, "But how? This cage is enchanted. I can't shift my shape, and even for someone as small as you, the bars are too tightly spaced to squeeze through."
Confidently, I explained, "I have the ability to absorb magic. I'm quite resistant to its effects, and I can absorb energy as well. I possess many abilities, but I can't create babies. It's too risky."
Mariella nodded again, stating firmly, "Well, I won't breed unless they force me to. I'm a shifter, an energy witch, a vampire, and an alpha female. You, on the other hand, are something entirely different."
With caution, I responded, "I'm a survivor, a cockroach. Resilient to the last drop and then some. You could call me an escaped experiment, a medical freak. I'm one of a kind, my own species."
I purposefully withheld some information, unsure if Mariella would divulge it to him or someone else at some point. For my escape to be successful, I needed to diminish my importance, to become nothing more than a mere speck. It would work perfectly.
My plan was taking shape, and all I needed to do was stay vigilant and keep track of the guards and their shifts. I was an escape artist, honing my skills over years and decades.
What was crucial was not to show my alpha status to anyone, or just how strong of a vampire I was. It was better this way, as it would allow me to escape unnoticed. Sitting in the shadows, I listened intently as the other vampires made their rounds. No orders were given to me, but they had taken Mariella somewhere. I was no longer the leader, leaving that role behind me. I had learned to prioritize my own safety, even if it meant sacrificing others. I had done enough for them. Now, it was my turn to be selfish.
Over the past 136 years, I have been selfless and have only experienced pain in return. It was time for me to live an actual life, but it wasn't as easy as it seemed. Half the world seemed to be after me, aware of the secrets that I refused to reveal. I had heard rumors about Salvatore's reputation as an interrogator, assassin, and government operative. I couldn't let him know who I truly was, the real deal. Keeping my identity a secret was crucial for my escape and safety. I needed to forget this place, and if I could gather the location information, I could provide a hint to my former organization, but I wouldn't involve myself further.
Soon enough, I would have the chance to escape. I had almost drained the magic from this cage, allowing me to change my shape and slip away unnoticed. I was too important, and if he knew who I truly was or what I was capable of, I didn't want anyone else to know my true identity. Although he wouldn't easily extract my secrets from me, the thought of being drugged, interrogated, or subjected to breeding and examination was not my idea of a good time.
I was tired of playing the savior, the hero. I had left that job to others, and I had no regrets. I had become too jaded, seen too much, and lost too much. The burning need to save others from my fate had been extinguished by pain, time, and torture.
I settled onto the cot, keeping my eyes peeled and focused on the present. In the middle of this vast space, a platform was being built, and large screens were being installed on the walls. It wasn't my concern anymore. I would be out of here soon. Mariella had given me the idea of using pheromones, but I knew how to handle mine better than she handled hers. Besides, once it was revealed, I would be long gone.
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