Obsession

Chapter 6

Six

R en's life did settle into a surreal routine. When the brothers were near her, she was free to wander so long as she never strayed too far. Much to her surprise, they were always able to detect any unwarranted movement.

She found this out the hard way, when she stashed a knife from her meal under her clothes. Somehow, Bastian plucked it from its hiding spot between her heaving breasts without any hesitation; he knew where she was hiding the blade as readily as if he had placed it there.

So far as she knew she gave no indication that she had it, but it did not stop him from tearing away the thin dress covering her and deftly plucking the metallic weapon out with a savage sort of finesse. One that left a small nic on her left breast, causing a solitary drop of blood to pool on the tiny wound.

Bastian’s eyes dilated and she watched him as his fangs protruded slightly further, his nostrils flaring as he worked his jaw muscles and ground his teeth slightly.

“There is no escape, pet.”

With a quickness she had never experienced before Bastian had her pressed against the wall with her hands above her head. His tongue licked the bead of crimson from her bare chest.

“In time you will be perfect for us.” His whispered words against her skin gave rise to a peppering of gooseflesh across her chest.

He turned her around and pressed her further into the wall, pulling one arm behind her in a hammer lock, the way police do during an arrest.

He took the knife she had stolen and turned it so the blade was in his hand. The ornate hilt was pressed into her cleavage from underneath.

“There are a great many things that can be done with a knife, pet.”

He dragged the blunt end of the knife down her stomach to the curve of her belly. Pressed a bit harder when he reached the area where her thighs merged at the apex; carefully slid the weapon between her closed legs. The muscles relaxed just enough to allow the hardened steel’s handle through.

“You cannot hide from me, pet. I can tell that you like this… Your heart is pounding, your temperature has risen…You haven’t even tried to move your arm, though I have already let you go.”

His laughter mocked her as he slowly stroked the knife back and forth between her legs. Ren’s hips betrayed her further when he stopped and she continued to move.

“What game are you playing here, dear brother?” Callum murmured from the doorway of the room.

“No game. Just taking back my stolen property.” Bastian stepped back from Ren. He took the knife that he had just violated her with and tucked it into his inside breast pocket.

Bastian watched her watch him for only a moment and turned to walk away without a sound.

She turned her head to watch the brothers leave the room together, they walked slowly and silently away as though she wasn’t even there. No verbal conversation, just a deafening hush in the wake of what just happened.

She gathered her torn dress back around herself, tying it around herself like a halter top.

Her feelings of fear and resistance were met with a wall of cold indifference from Bastian as he molested her. He seemingly didn’t care that she had been aroused by his actions either, which made her skin crawl even more.

Callum occasionally showed signs of shame for the behavior of his brothers and reverence for her sense of dignity. She saw him for who he was in that moment, a monster coaxing away evil, but what still remained unseen to her, was what made him a monster in the first place.

The mansion became both her prison and sanctuary, enslaving her to the will of monsters, but freeing her from the shackles of monotony in the ways of her old life.

After displaying no more signs of rebellion, she was slowly granted freedom again to roam certain areas of the underground labyrinth and its centuries of long forgotten carnage.

Wherever she looked, she'd uncover hints and clues to secrets of the vampires' seemingly eternal lives. There were ages of collected treasures to accompany the many bones and skulls that built the catacombs themselves.

While wandering one such area, Ren was distracted by the sounds of distant whispers and mysterious chants from behind closed doors. The curiosity filled her with a mixture of wonder and dread. Her emotions were bubbling to the surface in a myriad so strong that she couldn’t hardly tell which was the strongest.

While she was focusing on listening, she was startled by the touch of a hand upon her shoulder. Callum hadn’t made a sound on his approach, silent as death before the icy touch of his skin fell upon hers.

It was always colder than she expected, never failing to send shivers down her spine. She slowly felt herself warming to it as she hesitantly gazed into his eyes. Heat flushing her cheeks and waves of it spreading from between her thighs.

His peculiar interest in her grew more pronounced.

Callum’s touch in particular seemed to be having a more intense effect on her.

She would notice flickers of lust and need sometimes in the way the others would watch her. Not always as mere sentinels guarding over their prey, but in deepening glances downward, their eyes lingering a moment too long, on her more intimate parts.

Bastian had been painfully obvious after taking away the knife, his eyes staying locked on the curves of her bared chest, even going so far as to subtly lick his lips in anticipation of tasting her again.

A less common betrayal of his motives than he typically displayed, and his conversations in her presence were now filled with veiled meanings. She couldn’t help but read between the lines when she felt a sense of need with the dirty thoughts that followed in her dreams.

The taste of fear mingled with an unsettling attraction to her captors, each encounter leaving her more confused and drawn into their world.

Here, now, in Callum’s touch, she could feel herself slipping into a pool of desire that flowed out from within her, dripping with wild anticipation.