Rita gawked at him with wide eyes. Her head finding it hard to comprehend the words that had just come out of his mouth. He was an assassin?! And he just openly told her that because...because he was going to kill her. Fear unlike any she had ever known ran through every vein in her body and her trembling started anew while he just sat there and looked at her coolly while spooning more and putting it in her traitor of a mouth.
There was something in the porridge. She was sure of it and she had eaten almost all of it. The bowl was practically empty. Her heart beat like a galloping horse and her blood felt like a chorus of drums in her ears.
“W–What–” she struggled to get the words out. “You put something in the porridge didn't you?” Her voice shook with every word that came out of her mouth.
“Yes.” he answered nonchalantly. Rita felt faint. “But do not worry,” she heard him say. “it will not kill you.” he assured. Like that would make her feel any damn better!
She looked at him frantic. Panicked. “Wh–What did you put in it?” she asked, dread eating her up just as her mouth ate the porridge.
He sported an unbothered look on his face save the small rise in the corners of his lips that told her he was trying to hide a smile. “You will find out soon enough.” he answered, scooping the last of the porridge and sending it to her waiting mouth. All the struggling in the world could not have made her mouth refuse and she felt helpless. So fucking helpless. And so fucking stupid.
It felt like everything was closing in on her and it was getting hard to breathe.
“Just calm down.” The bowl disappeared from his hands, replaced by a plastic bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and pressed the open bottle to her lips. “Here, drink.”
She did not want to take it, she turned her head away but he took her chin in his hand and steadied her before bringing the bottle to her lips, just like with the porridge, opened of its own accord and he poured the water in. She drank it all greedily and felt like she was going to throw up. Was there something in the water too?
Sakaer screwed the bottle cap back on and dropped it on the bed. He moved closer to her. Slowly. Deliberately. Her arms were still trapped and spread out, her legs were locked in front of her. There was nothing she could do to stop him except uselessly struggle and attempt to mold herself into the headboard. He sat beside her legs and undid the restraints on her arms. The first thing she did was hit him. Or at least she tried to. He dodged it and lifted her onto his lap.
She locked terrified eyes with his calm ones. He brought his right hand to her cheek, she flinched at his touch. His hand was large, calloused, warm and she could vividly imagine them around her throat, crushing her windpipe. “Sshhhh.” he whispered gently. To Rita it might as well have been the sound of nails against a chalkboard.
“Nothing is going to happen to you, my Lily.” he continued, stroking her cheek. Rita held in her breath, fear freezing it in her lungs. Her heart beat as fast as a racecar. She could feel it rather than hear it. His finger trailed down her cheek to the point of her chin. “I am not going to kill you.” he assured. Still looking at her with calm almost elated eyes.
“No one will.” He was lying. Dear God, he was lying! Sakaer pressed his lips to her ear and the air that had been frozen in her lungs leapt out of her. She could feel his breath against her ear and her neck. It made her want to get out of his hold all the more.
“Just rest.” he whispered
She did not want to. She wanted to stay awake. Wide awake. She did not put it past this creep to try absolutely anything in her sleep. And she did not believe anything he said about not killing her. She was not going to believe the person that stalked and kidnapped her.
But her eyes began to close, her body lulled to sleep by a voice she wished she never heard.
******
His lily was so worked up. She looked so tired and afraid. And after telling her of his true nature she seemed five times that. He did not like her being so scared of him but there was a part of him that enjoyed it. Revelled in it and wanted to give into her worst fears and his own temptation. But he did not. He would not. He did not want the demon to ruin the sliver of happiness he had and ruin the immense joy that was coming his way before it even begun.
She was a smart one, she had noticed Raul in the park and when he tracked her down the street. Raul usually inspired the instant flight reaction in humans. Perhaps, she had recognized him from that night. It was plausible. He had not meant for the mind wipe to last this long anyway. The memories were probably started resurfacing a week ago.
Sakaer brushed her curly hair back from her face and leaned to kiss her forehead and her closed eyelids. The last time he had been this close to her, it was to get that mutt's scent off of her body. He had been so starved of her. If not for that he would have been content with slipping into her room and lying there on the bed with her. Or playing with her.
He still wanted to do that and all of hell would tsk and have a hearty laugh at him if he said he did not want to have a taste of her skin or bury his head in-between her ample breasts or between her legs again. But he was not going to cave in. Sakaer freed her legs from their binds, her thighs begging him to grab a handful, and lay her down on the bed gently. He stood up and threw the blankets over her sleeping form. He glanced at the medicine on the drawer. She still needed to take them. When she wakes up, he reasoned.
His eyes went across the room to where her jacket, boots and scarf lay. He walked over to and took them before walking phasing out of the room. Outside, he brought the scarf to his nose and inhaled deeply. Her scent filled his lungs and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Blood rushed to his groin and a deep moan escaped his parted lips. The sound of it descending the forest into quietness. Sakaer took the scarf away from his nose and dashed in the direction of his cabin.
The sound of the lake's waters and the forest with all its life and instilled silence. Sakaer's dick ached, confined in his pants. And it did not help matters when all he could think about was pounding into his lily's hole. It did not matter which one. If that was what her scarf could do–could reduce him to, then he was going to fucking lose it, phase back in there and rut his lily so damn fast and hard, she would not be able to walk for days. His fangs pressed against his upper and lower lips and his claws were lengthening and ripping into the items of clothing in his hands. He wanted to morph but if he did that, there would be nothing stopping him from marching back to her cabin and making sure the whole damn place heard her screams.
His cabin was almost in sight when he stopped. It was quiet. Too quiet. For ears other than a demon's anyway. “None of you are to lay even so much as a fingertip on or in her.” he ordered. His voice rang clear through the night and the trees that stood on both sides of him. Silence greeted him again and not even the wind dared to interrupt.
“She is mine,” he continued “and anyone that dares to defy me will face a fate worse than any at Carmilla's hands.” he warned.
“When will she join us Master?” A voice from the shadows above questioned. Just one of the many that lingered in the darkness the forest generously provided. His new slaves were uneasy, curious and yet so prone to mutiny. He had already had to kill two for blatantly disregarding his commands and for going as far to leer at his lily.
He replied, letting the true demon on a slightly less tight leash. “Soon.” His voice rumbled. “Till then continue with the preparations.”
This time he heard each and every one of their voices as the responded in unison. “Yes, Master.”
*****
Carmilla stood in her new meeting room, decked in skin tight clothes that were the colour of vengeance. Still missing an arm. The very absence of the appendage still made her feel like she was being made fun of. Ridiculed. By every fiend in the Netherworld and in hell. “Have you found him?” she growled. The remaining slaves she had that were on their knees infront of her trembled.
One, tall even when on his knees, spoke. “No Mistre–” His words were cut short as his body collapsed. Black pooling around him from the deep gash in his throat. Carmilla looked down at the body in disgust. He did not need to say anything more, he already gave his answer and she did not like it.
She turned her eyes to the rest of the slave's gathered before her. “I know he has not left Alvas! How is it possible that not even one of you have been able to find him or any of the others yet!”
No answer came. Cowards! Incapable idiots! “You all are useless! Get out of my sight!” she bellowed.
They practically ran from the room, tripping over each other to leave her presence. Just like Sakaer. Except they were truly terrified of her and not after human cunt. She walked past the slave she had killed. She could not even remember his name or when and how she turned him. His pale blonde hair tainted black by his blood reminded her of Sakaer's first demon kill. Such a glorious battle. Carmilla bit the inside of her cheek.
“Where are you Sakaer?” She whispered, a deadly calm resonating in her tone. “No matter where you hide. I will find you. And no amount of power will save you.”
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