A Scarlet Collection of Monsters and Madmen

by Bella BloodLust

  Her eyes shimmered in silver and peered intently at the corner of the gritty stone room where both camera and two way speaker were mounted, she spit at it as best as she could with very little liquid to share, a gesture of obvious malcontent towards the monster keeping her here against her will.

  “She hasn’t said a single word since I captured her last year in late July. I found her wandering along the highway, I could tell she was baiting drivers to stop and invite her in before it was too late for them to realize who or what she was.”

  Kyle stared frustrated into the cell watching her eyes connect with his and smiling wickedly, she knew what was about to happen, she didn’t care, to deny him of information was her sweetest reward in her current hell. Before Jess could blink an eye, the body of the preternatural woman before her eyes started jolting, convulsing and bucking wildly on the table. Her screams filled the room, echoing off the chambers and corridors down the hallway, the other girls covered their ears in unison, the ones unable, screaming aloud hoping the sounds would eventually stop.

  “She’s a Dryad, quite possibly a very distant cousin of mine. Our families were scattered to the South of France where the bloodlines eventually died off, but this is why her eyes change color, do they remind you of someone’s?” Jess peered up into Kyle’s eyes;

  “But, your eyes were green this morning, and now their gray.” She smiled and waited for him to remember;

  “But when I looked into them while I was inside of you earlier, they were blue?!” Kyle’s eyes widened at this revelation;

  “Are you telling me that you and this woman are descendants of some sort of mythical creatures that lived in the woods killing people who wandered into their territories?” Jess smiled;

  “Well something like that.” She continued to share her lineage with him, expanding upon the eight families that traveled to that region to hide from the rest of the blue bloods that feared them for their psychic gifts and abilities to avoid war, famine, poverty and revolution. They were procured from the Kings and Queens of nations worldwide to predict their success or failures in future wars and strategic implementations of the time.

  “I know this might be unorthodox, but if she’s related to me, she’ll feel my presence, and she and I can communicate through a very old language that is still prominent in my psyche to this day, would you like me to address her in that tongue master?” Kyle was overwhelmed with such information;

  “I could turn this entire scenario into my next screenplay, you have my permission to address her and request that she share her name even if it’s an alias. It’s been almost a year and this woman, time and time again survives the trials I put her through during the formal training process.”

  Jess smiled and reached for the button, knowing that this woman could hear her, but Sara might be able to overhear her voice as well, knowing she’s still alive, still here, hoping she could sense her presence beyond her current drug induced state of unconsciousness and sudden pitch black.

  Her red painted index finger reached slowly for the button, she closed her eyes and channeled the information for the correct dialect for this specific creatures tongue;

  “What is your name?”

  She spoke in a phrasing that Kyle was astounded by, it sounded foreign, ancient and boggled his mind that this beautiful creature could speak so articulately. The woman’s eyes changed from gray to blue, she started to cry and her lips parted in awe of hearing those words that no other human being had uttered for over two centuries. Her melodic cadence arose from her soul;

  “My name is Lady Gray, I am the last of my kind, please release me.” Jess smiled and the tears welled up in her eyes;

  “I apologize profusely for the tears, it’s just overwhelming for those of us left, to hear the language that after we crossover from earth will be completely extinct.”

  Her hands unconsciously reached towards the screen, brushing the woman’s face, she could see she felt her even though Jess was two floors above and distantly watching her from a closed circuit television screen, the woman trembled and muttered once more;

  “Thank you, whoever you are, your kindness is golden.” Before Jess could say another word, the woman passed out and Kyle grabbed her finger before she could mutter back to her anymore.

  “What did she say?” Kyle asked intently;

  “She said her name is Lady Gray, she begs to be released as she is the last of her kind, and she thanked me for my kindness which in this moment is worth more than its weight in gold to her.” Kyle pondered;

  “What does she mean, the last of her kind?” Jess’s head dropped solemnly;

  “The reason why our families eventually vanished from the face of this earth is that the women in our clans are barren, at least those of us who are filled with the magic of the Dryad’s.”

  “She is the last of her family, without the ability to provide offspring, after she is gone her entire lineage will die alongside her. It’s funny really, ironic in fact, the only reason our families ever came into existence is due to dwelling in the woods nearby that were filled with dark demons that captured members of each of our families, keeping them hostage in dwellings very similar to these.”

  Jess’ fingers reached out and trailed along the images of stone walls on picture screen;

  “It’s quite possibly why she feels such disdain, and clings to her strength and courage in adamant refusal of responding to you in kind. She feels you’re a physical representation of why she, I and those rare few left in other families cannot bear children, and feel the weight of the world on our shoulders as we watch our entire family bloodlines die before our very eyes. To submit to your will would be to agree to the damage caused to our families eons ago before we were ever born. She’s loyal to the core of her being to who she is, so breaking her in will be nearly impossible. It would be easier to wipe out her entire family tree than to convince her to adhere to a new order and way of life.”

  Jess rose her head and her eyes were blue, they always changed to this color when sadness enveloped her soul. She did her best to pull the tears back into her eyes. Kyle reached forward kissing her tear stained cheek;

  “I told you, crying is never something to apologize for, or to hide your emotions from me. This reaches down to the depths of your soul, and challenges me to find new and interesting ways to train this former enigma and to transform her into the fox she’s intended to be for gray fox season next year.” Jess’s tears stained his shirt;

  “I know you can’t let her go, that death is her ultimate surrender, it just kills a part of my soul, that one of my distant kin will find their grave soon here at Burnett Manor.” Kyle lifted his head and Jess’s as well, loosening his embrace to ensure eye contact would be maintained throughout this entire statement;

  “Attachment is the hardest part of our human selves to break, detachment isn’t an easy solution, but continuing your formal training is the only answer. The night is ours, I’ll have you in bed by sunrise, but for now, follow me.”

  “Master Kyle?” Jess asked in sheer curiosity, waiting for his inquiring response;

  “Yes, what is it?” Jess realized he was impatient with her questions right now, his mind was heavily fixated on actions, and giving orders and watching his concubine follow through without pause.

  “Forgive me for the interruption but where is treasured possession eleven?”

  Kyle smiled as he pressed the art panel it instantly slid back into place, revealing the ornate flowers in oil paint that were usually displayed in the formal dining room. As he walked over to the wall pressing and teasing the crown molding in the most conspicuous of ways he waited for the wall to slowly move open providing them the space and time needed to descend to the dungeons down below.

  “Sometimes they don’t possess the fortitude it takes to make it through formal training. Unfortunately some are denied the thrill of being hunted do
wn by me.” She knew he was covering up something much darker, that didn’t feel past, but foreboding in the pit of her stomach.

  Kyle’s eyes got his point across, no more questions, following directions was the only way she’d survive this ordeal. As they descended to the bowels below she watched the torches illuminate the spiraling stone staircase that took them down into the earth. Deep into the crust, far away from light, and sound or man’s reality; to his world below, the one he created years ago with the incessantly nagging force of Darkeel.

  His hands reaching into his pocket, Kyle clicked a button on a small device that put all of his treasured possessions instantly to sleep, the dungeons were left as silent as the grave. Kyle and Jess descended into the dungeon floor, to the mirrored entrance of where Jess broke in a few nights prior. She could hear the wind howling between the cracks in each stone, yet this room was eerily quiet, she felt fear rise up within her soul like never before.

  Oh god, that cage is for me, keeping me alive just to torture me later?

  Jess’s heart beat swiftly in her chest, she knew imminent doom awaited her now, just like the others who were captured here. Prisoners to a man who wanted their heads mounted on walls high above the ceiling to remind them where their ultimate place in this world truly was. Kyle continued to walk forward towards the empty cell that waited, Jess stopped a few feet behind him, her legs unable to move anymore in death march. She saw all of the girls fast asleep, in a coma like state of submission.

  “I said follow me.”

  Kyle’s hands moved swiftly and the cage door opened, the iron bars strongly supported by the layers of brick, stone and mortar solidifying this room into a state of permanence overwhelming the body and mind. She couldn’t move, Jess was frozen, she couldn’t endure this level of training, she knew her body would break, and her mind would cease to find logic or reason as her thirst for survival would reveal to her the worst sides of her preternatural self.

  “Let me make this easier on you.”

  Without warning Jess floated into the air, unable to move her body. Slowly floating into the open cell that waited for her now, a single tear flowing forth from her right eye as she heard the iron bars close behind her. Seeing Kyle’s face now streaked between shadows, darkness and an iron jaw, keeping her here for as long as he pleased. Her red locks bounced as her body floated to the floor, she was lying on cold stone, a single velvet red blanket to keep her company this night. No food, no water, not even a light source were present, just the remnants of shadows and a wicked smile worn ear to ear on Kyle’s face.

  “You belong to me now, my beautiful Bella; the poisonous flower that lulls even the darkest of killers to sweet serenity.” His voice bantered within her mind;

  “You will always be mine.”

  In that moment she saw his eyes change to a menacing shade of dark red, she heard the voice of Darkeel beating forth from the blood pumping in his chest, his wicked tongue had a powerful cadence that left Jess mortified. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it close to her body, before she felt each thread of her clothing tearing, ripping off and fleeing towards the corner of the cellar in an ornate pile of destruction. His boots echoed as he disappeared into darkness. The sounds of keys and sinister laughter echoing in her mind even though with his gifts, there was no need for such things. All the while toying with her while she sat there waiting, hoping that she wasn’t the final victim being prepared for the most dangerous game of all; but she wasn’t sure now in this moment just who she was dealing with anymore.

  Was she the fallen victim of Kyle Burnett the world renowned author that she clamored for throughout most of her life? Or was the only ruler of this home the core of evil and darkness? Was she fooled all this time? Could it be?

  Perhaps Darkeel was the only being who rested and resided as the complicated soul of The Slaughterhouse Hills Hunter. Jess started to fall asleep, until she heard those beautiful words muttered from the voice of her beloved Sara;

  “Mistress? Is, is that you?” Sara said in her drug induced state, but Jess knew better than to respond, at least just yet. Even in the midst of this emotional torture, she realized that he was still here, watching, testing and waiting to see if she would be kept alive for eternity by his side. Or would she find ways to add herself to his hunting list for the sake of true undying affection?

  Chapter 21:

  Absolute Control

  Jess could feel his eyes penetrating through her flesh like the dawning sunrise to a newly turned vampire. The last thing she wanted in this dark and haunting place was to be the reason why Sara rebelled against her captor, leaving him without a choice; breaking her for good and leaving her in the virgin snow a kin to the bundles of hand cut red cedar that was stockpiled outside his bedroom window. Seeing the leaching colors of tree elixir flowing in eternal reminder of just how delicate of a game she was playing, and not only with her own life; But for the life of the first creature of the night in this entire world of darkness to ever capture her heart and to show her the origins of love exchanged ad infinitum. She wanted to whisper words of encouragement to Sara, but she knew they’d falter her survival instincts to peak towards a corrupt idea of escape, one that The Slaughterhouse Hills Hunter would never allow, even on his more generous of days would he watch his world crumble at the vindictive hands of a victim that was ripe for the slaughter.

  “Shhh my darling, sleep deeply and serenely, quiet your love fool mind for just a little longer…I promise I’ll never leave you behind again no matter what the consequence.”

  Jess sent her thoughts to Sara’s soul instantly penetrating the deepest parts of her pleasure starved mind. Hearing her voice swoon in content as she felt her mind wander into the dream world, leaving her breathing in a rhythmic cadence that signaled to Sara’s mistress that she was now in the deepest sleep you could possibly enter in such a deluded state. Jess lied on the cold stone floor, her back and body wrapped in thick layer of crimson velvet she smiled coyly up into the corner that she felt his eyes were watching her from. The camera zoomed in, and she felt her body shudder realizing how close she was to everything she ever longed for in this world. Jess’s lips slowly parted to reveal a tongue that wouldn’t stop tracing the delicate folds of her luscious pout, parting them and pressing them together in a maddening show of seduction. They broke apart again in a slow sticky procession that reminded Kyle of the delicious honey that endlessly flowed from between her legs.

  He was already nestled in for the night in the central tower office of his home, tending to the formal planning of his next hunt, the closed circuit television monitoring the only cage his eyes ever desired to pry into anymore. His soul felt satiated in every conceivable way, he was still waiting for the moment to make it’s ugly appearance that all of this and more with Jess was too good to be true, but he knew deep down in the pit and pendulum of his dark beating heart that she was everything he’d ever dreamt of in this world. He could never fathom even for the slightest moment that quite possibly a girl like this could exist that matched his darkened soul so seamlessly.

  She smiled, it unnerved him in the most arousing way how even in complete darkness her gorgeous glowing green eyes could transfix upon the exact spot where his eyes connected to hers through closed circuit television screen.

  “You will be my greatest masterpiece, a living sacrifice who never has to be hunted, but instead desires to hunt alongside me; the final procession towards the completion of your formal training awaits.”

  Kyle pulled out maps of remote locations nearby searching for the perfect way to train Jess in the arts of slaughter, “The gorge will be magnificent this time of year.”

  Kyle’s words transformed into his penetrating thoughts, Darkeel was alive and well, waiting for the kill, he felt the two halves of his whole being melding together in harmony for the first time in his life, he never felt so free, and the inspiration flowed long into the night. As he
continued to make calculated and precise notes ensuring not a single trap would be out of place. He watched his crimson goddess lean back, back arched, breasts bare and full, each snow covered mountain adorned with a perfect pink mound that shuddered beautifully under the bucking of her hips. He couldn’t see her pink parts, just the pale river of legs flowing beautifully out of blood red velvet, a true Countess Bathory if he ever saw one in wanton flesh. Her flowing red locks dripped over her shoulders, melodically dancing in tune to her orgasmic release that left her lips biting firmly, her fangs shining bright in the dead of night, to suddenly hear all of his comatose victims moaning in unison as if they felt the quaking shudders of her explosive pleasure, he’d never witnessed anything quite like it before.

  “You never cease to amaze me, my relentlessly magical whore; so strong your lust for pleasure that the entire world shudders alongside you in ecstasy.”

  Kyle’s heart quickened and his lungs filled with air, watching her lip ring fall in surrender against her bottom lip was torture to his cock that was all the while sleeping until now.

  “It’s fortunate that you’ve taken a liking to your cage my pet, without such restraints how can any man get any work done with a succubus like you around inspiring such ferocious hunger in the pits of my soul?”

  He smiled as he watched her fall back onto the cold stone floor, the blanket wrapped around her in a beautiful sight, her eyes closed. Her face as innocent as a seraphim’s; how incredible she was in all her glory, sleeping soundly in the hollow’s of a dungeon, more peacefully than a child in mother’s adoring embrace.

  “Sleep my blood obsessed, lust filled concubine, our world awaits you sooner than you can imagine.”