Hupotasso (Vampire Bachelor Games #2)

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I sob as I kneel before Tatyana.

The torture she and Viper have put me through these past weeks is aimed at psychologically breaking me. I know that because they’re careful to never leave any marks on my body.

Viper’s control of my mind meant that sometimes I couldn’t tell truth from lies, fact from fiction, until I’d slept on it and my brain had somehow figured things out in my sleep. Sometimes he’d tell me things so shocking, so disgusting, that I could barely speak. The next day I’d wake up and know it had all been bullshit. But then, that night, he’d tell me something new. I was obviously not the first to fall under the power of his bite, and he’d had centuries to practice his control. From telling me all the vile things they’d done to my family, to convincing me that Falcon only ate children and planned to eat our baby, they’d obviously enjoyed tormenting me from every angle.

Not content with reducing me to a quivering, sobbing mess, their mind games are always accompanied by physical degradation. I’ve had to perform all manner of disgusting tasks for and on Tatyana, from catching her shit in my hands like a human toilet to brushing her teeth with my fingers. But licking her feet and sucking her toes every night while she tells me stories about Giselle and why I was such an unworthy rival, not fit to drink her late sister’s piss, is her favourite.

It’s the degradation and self-loathing that she wants, and I’ve come to realise it makes her hot. But although she writhes and comes as I suck, she never has sex with Viper, and he never has sex with her, or me — or bites me. Fellatio, or head fucking as he calls it, yes, but never sex and never sucking my blood. Asumpta was right; he has ‘sick desires’ and animals are his penchant. Miniature ponies and goats, dogs, geese, you name it, he fucks it to death. As for his diet, schoolgirls, young teens aged thirteen to sixteen, always in uniform, are his favourite. But from what I gather they’re procured and delivered elsewhere. Falcon’s rule about no children holds firm, and Viper must dine away from the castle each week.

I’m glad for small mercies.

Even without having to see him kill children, I couldn’t have imagined such debauchery if I’d tried. I know they enjoy my shock, pain, and terror from all they expose me to, and that they expect I’ll break. But I’m stronger than they realise, stronger than even I realised.

At least, I was.

Viper’s new edict might just shatter the protective shell I’ve built around my sanity.

Tatyana giggles and arches her back as she comes, kicking me away, and I spit out a piece of her red toenail polish that had wedged between my teeth.

Before this all happened I could truly say I would never kill someone, not on purpose.

Now, I crave murder.

I would kill these two in a heartbeat.

The weeks of torture have changed something inside me, hardened me. I used to think everyone had some redeeming quality, and it was not up to me to decide who lived or died. I mean, what if the person I killed went on to be someone who cured cancer or did something that changed the course of history.

Not any more.

I couldn’t care less if Viper and Tatyana held the cure to every disease known to man. They are a plague on this planet, and they deserve to die.

I lean back now and stare expressionless as Viper continues outlining his new order. An order I must follow, no matter how heinous it is. And this time, he’s outdone himself. I can’t help but wonder if this was his plan all along, if all my subjugation had led to this intrigue.

Because it won’t be just me who’s destroyed by his new plot.

I hang my head as Tatyana rises, stalking from the room, saying she has ‘business to attend to,’ and leaving me alone with Viper and the newborn calf he has chained in the corner, ready for his sick, nightly games.

“And Angie, you’ll make sure he feels every inch your man,” he goes on. “You’ll adore him, fuck his brains out, and make him think he’s the only one you’ve ever loved, while at the same time telling Falcon you hate his guts and would rather be dead than married to him.”

I shake my head, but no words come out.

“Time to make a baby Jag,” Viper laughs harshly. “Get to it.”