Chained - Zara Novak Page 0,5

what I don’t know, Miss Chase.” The Don’s red eyes flickered down to my neck and my cleavage. “The fact of the matter is that you are one of the few that can give me what I need. An heir. A child. It is very difficult for my kind to reproduce, but you have the mating scent. It is unmistakable, and extremely rare. You’re a breeder.”

“Breeder?” I said, my words struggling against the hand around my throat.

“Hyper fertile. A human woman with the ability to carry a vampire’s seed. And that is exactly what you’re going to do. That is your use.”

“You can’t be serious,” I said, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.

“Oh, I am, and the sooner you realize that the better. I’m going to claim that little virgin cunt of yours and fill it with my seed. I’ll fuck you until you scream for more, and then I’ll fuck you all over again. You’ll pay for betraying me, I’ll punish you until you can’t take any more, and when you screaming for me to stop? I’ll punish you even more. You’re a slave now Miss Chase, nothing more, nothing less. I’ll turn you into an obedient little cunt, I’ll fuck you senseless, and you will give me an heir. There is no doubt about it.”

He set me down then, my feet touching the cold stone floor. I was shaking from head to toe, trembling in the wake of this truly terrifying monster. A small part of me had perhaps hoped this was all some twisted game, a lie that wasn’t really going to happen, but as I stared into his eyes and heard the conviction in his voice, I knew that wasn’t the case at all.

He meant every word.

But the absolute worst part wasn’t the fear I felt, or the terrible things this creature had in store for me. It was the fact that my heart was actually racing every time he spoke. It was the spark I felt every time he touched my body. It was that pool of warmth between the tops of my legs.

This demented bastard actually evoked a visceral physical reaction in me. And I had no idea why.

“Where are you going?” I croaked as he headed for the door again.

“To feed,” he said. “It is vital I do, to keep you alive. I am seconds away from tearing your throat open and drinking you dry. As tempting as that would be, I will have to stay away. You have more important uses. I will be back soon, and then your training will begin.”

“Training?” I gulped.

He stepped through the open door and looked back at me one last time. “Your slave training,” he said, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. “That cunt of yours is the only thing of value. Everything else, it will be broken down and rebuilt from the ground up. When this is over, pleasuring me will be your only purpose in life.”

“Fuck you,” I said.

The vampire just smiled. “I fully intend to.”

With a flick of his hand the door slammed shut, locking me in my cell.

As soon as the door was closed, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. For a moment I didn’t move, I just listened to the silence of the castle around me. The only sound came from the faint flicker of the torch on the far wall. The flame danced and moved, casting fluttering light over the blank stone walls and floor.

“I will not be a prisoner here,” I said to myself.

A few seconds went by before I ran to the door to try it. As I got closer, I noticed there was no handle on the inside. I pressed my hand up against the smooth wood. It was solid and would have immense weight to it. There was no way I could break through this door.

I turned and ran to the two boarded-up windows. The wood covering them was thick and painted black. I couldn’t find any edges or seems that could be prized open, and even if I could, what then? Jump from a high window in a medieval castle and fall to my death?

Maybe death was better than this existence.

I ran around the room like a panicked dog, searching for a way out even though I knew there was none. I knocked on the walls and the large rectangular slabs on the floor, listening for any hint of a hidden exit.

Nothing.

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