NOTE: This mark " x x x" means a change in point of view.
Sometimes the point of view changes with the beginning of a new chapter, too.
ego assident potentia voluntatis quanto resistentia, dolor, cruciatus durat et scit, ut transferrentur ad illius commoda | sanus homo, non cruciatu alii - generaliter cruciatus qui conversus in tortoribus | malae conscientiae cruciatus inferno animam viventem | in posterum quaestio ludicras iterum fieri divites illudere | inertibus miser cuius manu et corde ferre potest ad cruciandum quicquam infra, est semper primus ad fractus quod satus a minima dolor vel aequalis hostem | ferae nunquam occidere recreationis causa, solus est cui proximi sui morte dolorem ipsum ridiculum est
Timor validius maxime.
Fear is the greatest weapon.
**PROLOGUE**
"Ah – no, master, s-stop – (gasp) – mercy –– no, please, master – oh master, I beg of you –"
The terrified vampire was barely conscious through the onslaught of excruciating pain as his werewolf master continued to violate him, running a rough tongue up the trembling torso of the former.
Already the vampire's eyes were glazed over and his breathing was ragged and uneven. Saliva trickled out of the corner of his mouth as he struggled to fight against wave after wave of agony.
He has to give in sometime, thought the werewolf as he continued his merciless ministrations. There's no way that an Immortal can fight this kind of torture – didn't father say they had zero psychological defenses? He smirked as the vampire tried in desperation to squirm out of his reach, and tightened his hold on the hapless man.
There is no way I'm giving him any mercy.
x x x
Five hours later, the vampire was still attempting in vain to escape from the iron grasp of his master. Every single rasp of that coarse tongue, every single thrust of his master's member – he couldn't stand it, it was pure agony, it had to stop – he would go insane –
And then everything went black.