Chapter 27: Chapter 27

“Wa…ta…” Sara whispered again, her mind swinging from consciousness to unconsciousness, she had barely any recollection of what happened to her, just scary fragments that couldn’t be true, she didn’t know why was she feeling that horrible pain and dryness in her throat, all she knew was she needed water, badly.

She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt so heavy, she tried to open them several times but it was useless not to mention painful, and the dull pain in her face was slowly getting stronger, her shoulders felt as if they were about to split and have her arms ruptured from the rest of her body, her wrists were pressed against something cold and painful.

That wasn’t what bothered her the most though, Sara thought, it was instead the way she felt her entire body being pulled down as if the gravity had intensified, as if she was falling down but not hitting any bottom.

“Wat…er” Sara mumbled again, unable to take the thirst and burn in her throat, a distance voice of steps jumped into her ears, and a sudden hope rose in her chest as she thought that the person, whoever it was, might aid her with few sips of water.

“Wa…” Sara didn’t finish her desperate plea when a sudden shock took over her body, she didn’t know what it was at first, only that it managed to pull her back to her full awareness, it took her few moments and the unmistakable sting of cold to know what happened to her.

“Was that enough water for you, my fair lady? Or do you still want more?”

Sara couldn’t identify the voice at first, not because it was unfamiliar but because it held an unusual edge, a threatening sinister one, the dark room wasn’t a place she recognized, the walls were black and humid, a sickening smell of rot made her want to throw up, only that she had nothing in her insides to throw, the smell was just so bad it made her throat tighten and she gaged.

Alerted, Sara looked up at the source of the voice with wide and terrified eyes, she had hoped that she was wrong, that that encounter in the forest outside the shack was but an illusion or even a prank, but seeing him stand next to her, back in his completely black clothes, as black as his hair, she knew it was not any of what she hoped it to be.

It was a mystery how she could still see him in that darkness but it was the least of her worries.

Sara stared at the red eyes which stared back at her, calmly as if they were chatting on the garden, and somehow it made everything look too real.

“I have heard you liked the warmth, and enjoyed your baths hot, so I figured a cold one would be refreshing, don’t you think?” he said in his usual smile and sweet tone as he noticed her eyes flickering to the bucket in his hand before returning to his, and Sara couldn’t detect any sweetness coming out of him, not with those demonic eyes of his looking at her as if she was his next meal.

“Eren…”, she called, still holding on to the small hope that this was all some misunderstanding, it couldn’t be, the man she loved couldn’t be a demon, and even more, the demon who has been tracking her all this time until he finally caught her.

“Oh, so you are still able to speak?” he faked surprise as he stepped closer to her and she shivered, making his smirk widen.

“Scared? My faire lady?” he asked as he placed his finger under her chin, scared was an understatement, for the girl was terrified, she opened her mouth, wanting to ask, wanting things to be explained, wanting to be reassured.

“Don’t worry, you will have all your answers soon.” He said as if he read her mind, his smile growing eviler as he slowly moved his finger from under her chin, tracing her long neck, her collarbone, her bare shoulder, her arm, her hand, until he reached the tip of her finger, her eyes following his every move in terror.

“But not now, because now, my fair lady, I want to play.” He said and then twisted her finger, so slowly so she could feel it all, and she did, she felt the pain of her finger being twisted and broken like a dry twig and couldn’t help but scream at the top of her lungs, her already sore throat was further damaged with the piercing scream, the pain didn’t end with his action but continued as she couldn’t move the broken finger any more.

Gasping in pain, Sara looked at him, her expression shocked and pained, being a demon, tracking her and kidnapping her then locking her in this God forsaken place was something, hurting her though? How could he? She was his fair lady, the one he cherished and tended to like a delicate jasmine…

“Now I believe that is the best thing I have ever heard coming out of your mouth, You wouldn’t mind if I heard more now, would you?” he looked at her with a sinister grin, visibly enjoying her pain, “Of course you wouldn’t, you are always so eager to please me.” He said as he broke another finger, making her scream again, a third followed, and then the fourth and the fifth before he moved to the other hand.

Once he was out of fingers to break, he stood in front of her as she cried out loud, an unsatisfied look on his face.

“W…Why?” Sara asked, not able to move her fingers which began to swollen, why was he doing this to her? why making her live such pain? Didn’t he just want to feed on her?

“Because I want to.” Was his simple answer as he placed his hand on the neckline of her dress and she quickly but fruitlessly jerked off. He can’t!!

“Because, the sound of your pained screams is the most beautiful music to my ears, because the sound of your bones cracking makes mine so eager to break more, because the look on your face is so satisfying, so pained and so helpless, just like the helpless weakling you are.” He said as he used his nail to rip the dress open, and as if it was made of butter, the dress was torn in the middle before sliding down on each side, revealing a bit of her breast’s skin in the process.

“Because I have waited so long to do this, all those times I had to listen to your stupid voice talking garbage, I have wanted to wrap my fist around your neck and squeeze the life out of you, make you shut up for you never do.” Sara jerked more as he placed his cold hand between her breasts, standing so close to her where his lips were brushing against her ear as his poisonous words were said in a low voice as if he was telling seductive flatteries instead of insults.

“I want to hear you scream my name, my fair lady.” He breathed out and she shivered, watching him with horror as he pulled back and looked at her, his wicked smile never leaving his face.

“But I am out of fingers to break, and I don’t want to break that lovely but empty skull of yours just yet.” He said as he lifted his hand off her chest only to place his fingers, and a second later, a piercing scream made it out of her combined with the sound of bone cracking.

“A rib would do though.”