Angela was too afraid of saying the wrong thing, to say a single word to Eztli, following their most recent conversation. For the longest time, all she could think about was the warning he gave her and that kept ringing out inside her mind, loud and clear, "If you don't complete your transformation, fräulein, I will kill you myself." Did he know how terrified those words made her? She believed he did, indeed she felt certain he derived a kind of dark satisfaction from her terror, because he kept smirking at her, each time he caught her stealing glances at him. The look of cool superiority in his amazing vampire eyes, coupled with the subtle twist of his perfect lips, was simply breathtaking, causing her steps to falter on more than one occasion, as she followed him from one darkened alleyway to another, in search of prey.
This, then, explained why Angela never considered running away, despite how terrified she felt. The pull Eztli exerted on her was far too strong to allow such thoughts to form in her head, keeping her leashed to him more securely than if he had shackled her and placed her in chains. She could feel this bond clearly, though she could not see it. All she could see, while glancing at him furtively in the darkness, was his clean profile, the masculine angle of his jawline, and those wicked lips twisting upward in a smile. No, not a smile. A smirk.
"Try and keep up, fräulein," he said, on catching her staring at him yet again. "We still have some way to go, and the night is almost over."
She wanted to ask him where they were going and why they could not take the train, or a taxi, but her fear of him held her back. No stupid questions, Angela. She told herself, firmly. In response, she saw him smirk again, while staring straight ahead. He was not even looking at her and yet, he was reading her mind! How infuriating.
"No, fräulein," he intoned, coldly. "What's infuriating is how much you're letting your mind wonder, instead of focusing on the task at hand. It makes me want to whip you. Hard."
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
Angela thought, picturing him doing just that. She had to admit, the thought did not just scare her - it excited her, too. And that was messed up, seriously messed up, like some of the other things he did to her earlier, inside his dungeon.
He slowed his step as she thought this and turned his steely, blue-grey gaze on her.
"Face the wall and put your hands on it, above your head," he ordered, his handsome face set in an expressionless mask, making him impossible to read. Since they were in a narrow alleyway with a wall on either side of them, the order should have been easy to comply with, but being nervous, Angela took longer than necessary to turn around.
"Hurry up," he snapped, grabbing hold of her wrists and dragging her into position forcibly, making her yelp - the first sound she made in a while.
"I'm sorry, Eztli," she said in a small voice, as he placed both her palms against the brick wall and stepped back quickly. "I promise I'll.... Aaaah!"
The sharp, stinging pain across her back shocked her, the more so because it was totally unexpected. Tremblingly, she turned her head, trying to look behind her - and felt a second lick of searing pain, undiminished by the shiny fabric of the coat he had made her wear.
"Aaaaah! Fuuuck!" she screamed, as the sting spread between her shoulder blades in a neat, diagonal line.
"Silence," Eztli said, before striking her again, with great force. Unable to make a sound, Angela shook violently and clawed at the wall in front of her, wanting nothing more than to collapse on her knees and curl up into a ball. That, however, would mean showing weakness and breaking the first order he gave her. Two things she did not dare to do, on the pain of death.
"Very good, fräulein," he remarked, in passing. "At last, you're starting to think like a vampire."
He carried on whipping her - quickly, methodically and so brutally, it took only seconds for Angela's skin to split open and for blood to ooze out, causing her coat to stick to her back. He was not using a real whip, she realized as she jerked in agony, because there was no sound of leather cracking and no pause between strokes, either. No, the 'whip' he was using was made of pure energy, which he wielded with great precision and which she felt a lot more keenly than a regular whip. Not that she had any previous experience of being whipped, to compare it to. That was what made it all the more difficult to withstand the harsh punishment, and what made her want to beg for mercy. Only, he had rendered her silent, preventing her from doing so. All she could do - all he wanted to see her do, it seemed - was to shake and jerk before him, and this she did to his utmost satisfaction, dancing to the rhythm that he set, for several long, agonizing minutes.
When, finally, he stopped and spun her back around to face him, she was broken. She trembled before him with her head bowed, cringing from his touch yet offering no resistance as he ran his hand along the back of her neck, slowly.
"Look at me, Angela," he ordered, and she did so instantly, tilting her face up to him and allowing him to cup the back of her head in one large hand. His tenderness surprised her, for she had expected him to still be angry with her. Yet his stunning features were anything but angry as he gazed down on her calmly, contemplatively.
"You may speak again, if you want to."
It was not a question hence she saw no need to respond. She merely whimpered, then bit her lip to stifle any further sounds of pain, which she felt might upset him. There was nothing she could do about the trembling, though. It was a reflection of the pain and the fear he had made her feel, and of her wild attraction to him, on top of that. An attraction that she felt every time she was in his presence and especially while standing so close to him. The very sight, touch, and smell of him made her so aroused, in fact, that she was at risk of expiring at that very moment. She would blame it on the whipping, she decided - and as she thought this, he smiled that same carefree, irresistible smile he used when he wanted to be charming.
"Mein fräulein, I've made you tremble in fear," he said, pointing out the obvious. "And you know, I wouldn't blame you if that was all you felt, right now. Plenty of my playthings have accused me of being a monster, after I dished out such treatment to them, as I just did to you. But not you, hm? You still desire me, maybe even more than before. I can see it in your eyes and read it in your mind, too. Your desperately confused mind."
Despite her best efforts, Angela could not suppress the second whimper that escaped her while listening to him speak. She hated herself for it, but the truth was, she was finding it increasingly difficult to focus, with him looking at her so intensely, so... hungrily - while her back still burned from the whipping he gave her, making her wince in pain every time she moved.
"Please, Eztli," she whispered, trying not to sway on her feet. "Let me lean on you for just a moment. I only need a moment, then I can go on..."
"Oh, I'll do a lot better than that, fräulein," he murmured. He let her place her hands on his chest while he unbuttoned her shiny black coat with a sure hand. Then he was peeling it off her and spinning her around, naked, so he could push her face-first against the wall once more. Angela moaned and shook uncontrollably when he did that, but he was quick to reassure her, saying, "Don't worry, I'm not going to whip you again, right now."
On the verge of collapse, Angela felt his energy envelop her and pull her up, higher and higher, until her feet were kicking in the air, some distance off the ground. In the next moment he was leaning in close and inspecting her wounds, while inhaling appreciatively. Straightaway, she realized what he was about to do and thus, she was not surprised when he started licking her. What surprised her was the way her body responded when he ran his tongue over the cruel cuts, slowly. She knew he was tasting her blood, and it should have horrified her, except it did not. Instead, she felt aroused, a feeling that grew with each long, languid lick. It did not matter that she still felt the pain, as well. Indeed, it seemed to make everything that much more intense, for reasons not yet clear to her.
"Would you like me to explain to you why you're so hopelessly aroused right now?" he asked, as he took hold of her hips and pressed the tip of his hard cock against her dripping pussy. When did he pull it out, she wondered - and when did she get so very, very wet? She jerked slightly in anticipation, a delicious shiver running through her. Meanwhile, Eztli went on huskily,
"I'll take that as a yes. You're aroused, fräulein, because you like me doing horrible things to you. Right now, this confuses you. You can't reconcile your arousal, with all the pain and fear you're feeling. You don't understand, yet, how much the pain and fear feed into your excitement, but you will... yes, you will, and soon. I can promise you this, if nothing else."
He paused in order to pull her head back and kiss her, and while he did so, he speared her deep, making her legs jerk, with the toes pointing straight down. Unable to touch the ground, Angela felt as though he was impaling her on his cock, and she moaned into his mouth long and loud, until he slipped her his tongue and made her suck on it. Moments later, he broke the kiss and began to fuck her hard, pushing her against the brick wall with each thrust, so that she cried out as her torso, breasts and nipples were rubbed raw. It was no use begging him to go easy on her, however. Knowing Eztli, he was doing it quite deliberately. Besides, compared to the pain across her back, the rubbing along her front was nothing. A minor discomfort, at best.
"Aaaah! Aaaah! Fuuuck! Fuuuck!" she cried, as loudly as she dared, half expecting him to shut her up with another terse command. Instead, he laughed, his deep, sexy voice reverberating in the narrow alleyway, adding to her sense of helplessness.
"Yes, that's right. You are helpless," he purred, taking the tempo up another notch. "And I have more bad news for you, fräulein. Once you accept who and what you are, that's when you'll really become addicted to this. You'll like it so much the very thought of sweet caresses will make your stomach turn."
