“If you skip even a nuance of details, I’ll keep your pretty little head as a trophy on my mantle, with the rest of them to remember you by, though with your talents it would be a pity.”
Jess’s lip began to quiver uncontrollably Kyle’s cock grew hard instantly the smell of her adrenaline fueled pheromones were intoxicating, as Jess’s eyes finally got used to this impenetrable darkness in the dungeons below she noticed a dozen faces eternally frozen in states of sheer terror, some of which had been freshly mounted on the wall, how did he have the time for such taxidermy experiments with human corpses? Some of these faces were ancient, how long had he been doing this? Or worse was this a family trade? A lineage of fiends, mad doctors and psychopaths?
“So you don’t know everything there is to know about me just yet?” Kyle laughed wickedly;
Fuck, and here I thought the audience of mutilated heads was going to be distracting, but my captor can read minds, bend the universe to his will, and for some insane reason has made a part of me ache for him in ways words cannot begin to express. Her mind chattered ceaselessly.
Kyle walked around Jess’s head looking down at her face, studying her expressions, and waiting for her to gather her strength and courageously open up her soul, spilling forth all of her life’s greatest secrets and many of his as well.
“There will be plenty of time for pillow talk later my pet, now your captor desires an origin story, more specifically, mine.” Kyle’s hands waved effortlessly in pace with his boots. As he wandered around the other side of the table teasing her liquid skin with his fingertips.
“Better get started, the clock is ticking you have until sunrise to convince me that you deserve to be here for another day.”
Jess gathered her courage and with one final tear, her ruby lips parted and out forth spilled every detail Kyle had ever wondered about, alone, in the snow when his victim’s cries could be heard thousands of miles away. Across the oceans of space and time, to a small village in Romania where Sara and Jess slept. Naked in each other’s arms, together and waiting for that time of night when Sara would once again wander the streets to prowl and seduce any man or woman she desired to take advantage of financially for the night. Bringing home her treasures to her Mistress and tending to her passion that burned long into the twilight hours.
“It all started with the blood kissed snow, screams and waking up ice cold in Sara’s arms, it’s how I found her years before, following the echoes of psychic energy linking me to her, for years we kept crossing paths in the most inopportune ways until finally she was mine, all mine.”
Kyle realized that this story was interlaced with his, not separate entirely, but linked in a much larger web that depicted the truest nature of Jess in all her authentic glory. As a lover of monsters and the darkness, a being of light that shone like a flame to the ravenous moth’s that ached to feel warm again, never once before knowing the light. It was in her nature to embrace those mysteries in life that most feared as manifestations of death incarnate.
As he walked towards the corner of the interrogation room, he sat back down on his usual stool, his left leg crossed at the knee, his fingertips pressed together most ominously as his wicked grin held firm. The shadows on this dark place kept him in the shades of grey and black that encompassed this tower room, the only visual presence was his smile, at least for now he was intrigued. Better keep talking if I’m going to make it out of here alive. Jess’s mind rattled.
“I met Sara when she was dating one of Europe’s most powerful crime syndicate bosses. I never met him, but I was hired privately at the time by a family who was hoping to relocate their missing son. A young man that started working for the Romanian Mafia was Intel for our local agency, sadly he was also a good friend of mine and it wasn’t like him to miss a chance to report to headquarters so they sent me in as a busy distraction. Booking me as a traveling brothel madam with a penchant for the finer things in life, a way to elevate their business to the next financial tier, that’s when my entire world changed, the moment I saw her in the bar that night it was over. I’d never wanted something more in my entire life. She was perfection in flesh form, and even worse, she was, she is so fucking brilliant.” Jess smiled nostalgically, doing her best to remember every detail of that night.
“Continue,” Kyle nodded still staring at her full breasts, still stuck heaving forward out of her latex cat suit, her arms, legs and neck still deliciously restrained into place on the cold steel slab.
“I wanted more than anything to know what she tasted like, to feel her writhing body on top of mine begging for more. To hear her laugh, to know her completely, that’s all I wanted after that moment, I left my old life working for a special ops task force as a psychic detective, and disappeared without a trace. At least as far as they know. She was a shattered being, one who thrived on the darkness of others until I walked into that tavern late that October night.”
Kyle smiled and rolled his fingers, the tear that started to flow down Jess’s eyes were now floating before her and towards him in the air, weightless drops of her pure soul. He caught them in his fingers as his jaw lifted, his lips parted once more;
“You’re beautiful when you cry Jess, possibly even more so than in your natural state.” Her cheeks blushed she felt the hot rush flowing towards her neck and pumping color into her breasts,
“Mmm, such a whore for even the slightest of compliments, tell me how a creature like yourself with all her rare experiences in life could even muster such color on pale flesh?” Jess started to buck against the table;
“This is too much, it hurts to share such pain, it’s too deep, I feel my heart exploding, I can’t let you see that side of me, not yet, there’s nothing left to say, I…I can’t.” Her cries echoed and her tears flowed freely, she couldn’t say another word.
“Show me.”
Kyle’s voice firmly pried inside the intimate layers of her mind, a rush of images from her tortured youth, neglected and left alone to survive without any normal structure in a child’s life. Jess started to scream her head felt like it was being crushed and pulled in a thousand directions simultaneously.
Her body started jerking and tremoring violently, she did her best to tear herself out of the bindings around her wrists, still his mind searched deeper into her deviant soul. An entire lifetime flashed before his eyes, images of her traveling the world and capturing those just like him and turning them into the proper authorities to serve life sentences and to endure being hunted, slaughtered and killed in sadistic death penalty ceremonies. Her heart rate spiked and he could see her feline side shifting into her now rampant physical form. Her eyes slit, her teeth grew sharp and long, her fangs were so beautiful, he wondered what it would be like to watch her feed with such carnality, would she spill a drop? Perhaps siphon off just a taste from her intoxicated devotees? Or would she tear them to shreds drinking ravenously soaking up every single drop? He had nearly a dozen girls waiting just below, and one wild, untamable cunt who was formally trained, owned and still devoted to die for the woman that lies on this very table. Her mind raped for information, and Darkeel finding plenty of space to call home in his latest victim’s soul.
“You’re… so deep.”
Jess gasped and shuddered her eyes shut tight, tears streaming down her face as his mind searched through her images in latex, with women on their knees begging for another moment in her glorious presence. He saw the dark boudoir chambers of wood, lush reds and golds, they truly were her colors, He knew it wasn’t just a hunch. He heard her voice chiming in;
“You haven’t paid your fee, you have until Midnight. If I don’t receive payment in full by then, Sara will know where to find you, she’s so hungry tonight, I wouldn’t fuck with me, if I were you.”
A woman’s voice continued to cry, shaking with every word, in a foreign tongue that Kyle did not recognize that he assumed to be Romanian.
He knew that this dark creature now resting on his interrogation room slab was far darker than she’d ever let on.
“She was my succubus, Kyle and I her Mistress in feline form, I’m not proud of what I did to feed her desires, but she had to eat, and I could never say no to her. It’s funny really, she reminds me of you. I can never say no to you either, even now as you know me more intimately than any other soul on this planet, I realize the power you have over me is eternal, and I’ll do anything for you, anything.” Jess stammered;
“But, please Kyle, Master Darkeel I beseech you to spare her life and return her to me, I’ll be forever in your debt. I’ll never leave and I’ll serve your desires in any conceivable way I can. Even those I’m not proud of, you have my word. You own me completely.”
Jess awaited for her judge, jury and executioner to take his position, hoping that the last bargaining chip she possessed in life, her very soul would be enough for him. Her eyes stared into the dark tower room seeing the many stuffed faces of victims along the wall in horrified states, watching the guillotine above shining in the light. She knew her fate would be decided soon whether she was ready to embrace it fully in acceptance or not. Kyle had all the power, every card was in his hand, he always managed to find himself in this profound position in life, wondering which path to take, which ax to watch fall, ultimately deciding his future and imminent doom if the decision at hand wasn’t as wisely chosen as he’d previously envisioned. Kyle without a word raised his hand and reached for a lever on the wall, a red handle tip that was soaked in the endless layers of blood from many former victims alluded to Jess that in this final moment of her life that she wouldn’t even hear him speak.
She screamed and watched as the blade started rushing towards her head, the glistening metal shone in full glory and she knew what terror felt like to the very pit and core of her dark sadomasochistic being. Without being able in what she thought would be her imminent doom she shrieked those three little words that no killer ever imagined would escape from beyond the parted lips of his next victim…
“I love You Kyle!”
Her lips gasped and her eyes shut so hard that she instantly saw black, she knew this was it, everything she’d ever worked towards was gone in this single solitary moment in space and time. Everything she’d ever wanted was about to consume her and return her to the void.
Suddenly without notice the entire table fell to the floor and the guillotine stopped, firmly jerked and dangling on chain, Kyle’s hand in that final moment shoved the lever into the wall activating an emergency mechanism that transformed this final pit stop into the most exhilarating haunted house ride that she’d ever experienced in her entire life. Without warning the tears of fear escaped as sounds of laughter and joy at the profound experience of simply being alive. Kyle was overwhelmed by her words, her reaction, he realized he’d interrogated her too severely, but he couldn’t help it. He had to know what her story was, where she came from, how the fuck she discovered who he was to the very core of his being, to the darkest, most private secret passageways and hidden chambers in this dead man’s heart. The table slowly rose back to its original position, the guillotine now rising back to the ceiling hidden by the cloak of darkness that kept it out of sight, except for those poor souls who never passed Kyle’s test.
As Jess’s tears continued to flow along with the sounds of her desperate sobbing, she felt the leather bindings around her neck release, followed by the ones around her waist, wrists, legs and ankles.
Her soft breasts were still swaying and bouncing with every inhalation and desperate gasp for air that escaped her soft petal lips, before she could open her eyes, she felt his hands gently touching her face and wiping away the tears;
“Shhh, my beautiful concubine, I’ve waited for you for so long, let me show you.”
His lips softly kissing each and every tear from her eyes, cheeks and lips, she watched through tear stained glass windows, his hands reach for a locket that was resting on the wall along with so many other pieces of parchment that were hundreds of years old. Instantly the images flowed to her mind’s eye, Jess could see Kyle dressed in another time, place, he was just as handsome then as he was now. In this vision Jess saw from her own eyes a hand reaching out, it was her hand, grasping Kyle’s and wandering around Chicago in the early nineteen hundreds. Suddenly she watched as the scenery changed and so did the clothing on Kyle’s body, it turned into armor, the busy streets behind them suddenly changed into an endless meadow and her hand was still in his. Looking down she saw her clothes, medieval in time period, possibly the fourteen hundreds or earlier. She heard the sound of children laughing, their children. She felt happiness pour into her soul realizing now that the same children that ran around downstairs laughing and playing games in the same precocious ways, were remnants of the ones they shared together as a family eons, centuries and many lifetimes ago. The endless joy continued to pour into her soul like warm sunshine on the first day of spring. Kyle leaned forward looking deep into Jess’s eyes;
“I still have more to show you.” The images continue to fill her mind, suddenly showing the origins of Darkeel, the frozen corpse in the snow covered in blood, a childhood filled with poverty, desperation, cruelty and neglect. She saw Kyle’s tiny child form being beaten by the hands of those who should’ve loved him unconditionally, leaving him outside to survive the harsh cold winters of Colorado, never knowing if this would be his final hours on this earth, alone, starving and without a lumen of light to illuminate the darkness that continued to swallow him whole. She saw him shivering in the cold, dark winter night, she heard the voice reaching out from the abyss, trying to keep him alive, forcing him to stay strong and encouraging him to hunt; kill and to thrive in this hellish wilderness that would never be tamed by a human soul. Only that of a demons, a dark god in flesh form, beating forth the heart in the chest of this young man that craved to hunt prey that was much more beautiful than the local rabbits, foxes and other small game. He craved the glory of capturing women and owning their souls, a sacred collection that continued to haunt him long into his life, bringing Jess to that final moment when Sara was snatched away from her and she was left for dead.
He saw his boots in the snow wandering off behind her as she prowled the usual streets, collecting and settling debts and bribing new tourists and travelers to spend a night with her and Mistress Belladonna, to find release in the oldest form of ecstasy. Never knowing that the man she propositioned that night in the tavern, was waiting for her all along, examining her for weeks now in layers of clothing, each night removing a single piece wondering if he’d ever catch her eye. It was the final night he planned to stay in town for a hunt on vacation. She just so happened to walk down the street precisely at the right moment, he was on his way back home and Sara was weak for a tall man with broad shoulders she just couldn’t resist his charms.
“Hello there stranger, need something warm tonight?”
She leaned against the brick wall, smoking her cigarette and opening her floor length black fur coat to show off her luscious thighs and full breasts adorned in leather. Kyle approached her and leaned against the wall;
“Do you mind? It’s been a long week and I’m leaving town, very soon actually.”
Sara shrugged and handed him the cigarette, never realizing that his gloved fingers were laced in atropine, gently touching the filter, he pretended to take a drag, exhaling the cold air on hot breath, she took it back and started to inhale, suddenly realizing that this wasn’t what she expected from her favorite brand.
“What the fuck, did you? Oh no.”
She felt her legs buckle, her knees tremble and give out and she knew he’d poisoned her, her Mistress was a keeper of exotic plants, ones that created special toxins to easily subdue those who refused to pay their fees on time. Never to be seen again after the snow fell in the night when they suddenly vanished, she never had to clean up the mess, the wolves usu
ally took care of that for her, it was a perk of living in such a dark place in this world, just a few miles south from Vlad Tepes’ final resting place.
In the vision Jess watched from behind as Kyle slowly walked Sara towards the forest, seeing her stumble she looked drunk, any local who would’ve usually been out at that time of night knew Sara never drank, but this was the only night in history so it seemed that she was entirely alone; a single soul never knowing that Darkeel lead her to her future cage, one without her beloved Mistress in tow. Before she blacked out Sara knew that the only chance she had was to leave something behind, hoping that her Goddess would find it, a brass locket holding a photo of them in loving embrace, Sara on top of her Mistresses lap with a smile as glorious as the sun. Jess’s face adoringly looking up to her darling whore, embracing her and holding her close the epitome of dark love intertwined. The other side of the locket was empty, it bothered Jess she wanted to fill it with the perfect image but nothing ever felt or looked right.
“I have something for you, I’m pretty sure it belongs to you.” Kyle dangled the locket above her head and instantly Jess smiled;
“Where did you find this?! I searched through the snow all morning, I followed your foot tracks as far as I could before the snow covered them completely. I found the impression of this in her tracks as you two left the village, but I couldn’t find this anywhere!”
Jess sat up on the table instantly forgetting her entire ordeal in this dreadful chamber thus far in a single moment she was enthralled with this piece of jewelry that she bought for Sara right after they first met. As she opened it up she was speechless to see a very old photo, it was of Kyle and Jess in a previous life, and before them three beautiful children, all of which looked identical to the ones he had right now downstairs.
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