I am at his party and all are kind. One is looking at me very strange; I need some air."Count Divad, may I go out out in the garden?"
"Yes" I go out into the beautiful garden; I jump, he is behind me."You will be my toy, now, the Count can fuck himself." I push him away; I will not be this one prey start to run; he is to fast. Hitting the ground knock the wind from me, he is tearing my beautiful dress to nothing. The white of his fangs makes my body cold as ice.
He tears into me with his dick. He is fucking me hard and wild. Part wants it stops and the other half is enjoying being raped. He fills me with his seed; he leaves. I can not walk; I crawl back to the house in shame. What will the Count say? I did not ask for it or did I? The Count is waiting for me on the porch."Help me, Master!" Count Divad runs to me; Oh God his eyes. Master lifts me carefully and carries me to his room. Doctor Louis is call from his card game."Divad, what happen to her?"
"She was in the garden and someone hurt her."
"He hurt her; poor Shawney!"
"He will die and I will make it slow and painful." Master Louis examines carefully and says I will have a black eye and broken arm. Oh God Count look like his mad. I do not wish to be his next victim.
I wake the next night with my arm in a cast. Every part of my body hurts. My two masters are sitting by the bed. "Shawney, how are you, my child?"
"I am alright, it is my fault."