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The same guards that brought me to the Vampire King escorted me out of the throne room. They leered at me, peering deviously at my naked body. They flicked their forked tongues at me almost teasingly. But they never touched me, save for dragging me by the arms.
Maybe touching the Vampire King's sex slave was an act of treason or something. Figures, since was supposed to belong to him now.
I constantly kept on the lookout for means of escape, and found none. There weren't even windows. Just gray stone and red furnishings. Corridors led to more corridors. In fact, so far, I hadn't seen any sort of door.
Then again, what was waiting on the outside could've been even less friendly than what was coming to me inside.
That led me to another point. What was with those eyes of his? I could be as deviant as I wanted. I could be completely disgusted with everything he implied was waiting for me in the near future. But the second that blood-red gaze fell on me, it was like he owned my soul. I was still appalled by the whole idea, but I couldn't refuse him. And coupled with that smooth voice...
It had to be some sort of magic.
The guards took me to an even more unfamiliar area of the dark palace. They brought me into a small, narrow, five and a half foot tall tunnel. They had to bend down to pass through. I didn't.
We arrived at a barred door, like a cell. The inside was dark, but I could make out vague, humanoid shapes. One guard unhooked a large bundle of keys from his belt, unlocked the door, shoved me inside, and shut and locked it again before I could even blink.
"Our King will come for you in an hour. I suppose you should prepare yourself. Stretch yourself out a bit. He requires a lot of room." One guard sneered. The other laughed violently at the vulgar joke. They walked off together, out of sight, into the maze of gothic hallways.
I blinked a couple times before my eyes adjusted to the dark. The vague, humanoid shapes, as it turned out, were women. Maybe a dozen. All naked like me. I blinked again, and realized I was the only human. I saw nymphs and witches (who must have had their powers stolen, because otherwise they would've busted out of here by now) and ghosts (how does one have sex with a ghost?). That surprised me, since all the vampires I had heard of usually only drank human blood.
One, a girl who seemed a bit younger than me, glanced up at me. She had bright red hair, orange skin, and glowing gold eyes. She had dragonfly-esque wings with veins that glowed like hot coals. Fire nymph. She said in a tired voice, "Oh look, fresh meat. Seems the Freak King finally found himself a human. 'Bout time. Guess this means I'm dead, now that he's got a new obsession."
"Don't talk bad about Mar-Mar!" Another voice said. It came from a girl with gray skin and white hair. She had no pointy canines, so I assumed she was a witch. "And besides, I don't care about his latest obsession. He'll always love me."
"You're delusional, Ashley," said the fire nymph.
"Hmph!" Ashley replied.
An older girl, maybe twenty one, stood up and came to shake my hand. I had a hard time figuring out what she was. She had pink hair and skin, with delicate features.
"I'm Bonnibel," she said, "welcome to the club... Uh..."
"Fionna," I told her. "Um, what exactly are you?" I asked.
She chuckled a little bit. "Ah, Fionna. I'm a tree nymph."
"Tree nymphs aren't pink," I said stupidly.
She smiled. "Tree nymphs who get mixed up with magic and get a simple flower-blooming-in-winter spell wrong sometimes end up pink."
Oh. Well that makes sense.
"Are you all sex slaves for the Vampire King?" I asked.
Most of the group nodded. But Bonnibel said, "The majority are, that horny bastard. But I myself have been claimed by his twin sister, the Vampire Queen."
"He has a sister?" I asked.
"Oh yes. Marceline usually doesn't care much for being royalty and lets her brother do most of the bossing people around. And I usually don't stay down here. I live in her chambers. I'm not really a slave. I actually quite care for her. But... She does have a temper. And until she cools off, I have decided to sleep down here. I check on the girls sometimes anyway."
I slowly take that in. And then I have another question.
"Then why are you naked if you don't have to be?" I asked.
Bonnibel shrugged. "Feels more natural down here. And besides, that wouldn't be too fair. Anyway, I'm naked most of the time when I'm staying with Marceline." She winked.
I try not to freak out or wonder what it's like when two girls are together like that. And to cover up my surprise, I ask, "Why does he have so much control when he looks me in the eye?"
"Who, Marshall Lee? He doesn't have that kind of power over me, but some of the other girls have said the same thing. Probably part of being half demon. I bet he loves it too, having that control. Of course he does, with all these girls down here. That insufferable prick. I love his sister, but I can't even tolerate him. He's embraced his demonic side much more than Marceline has."
It's then, out of nowhere, that reality hit me. I sank down, and began to cry.
"Oh here we go," said the fire nymph.
I hated crying. I hated all forms of weakness. But there was nothing I could do and I just hated not being able to do anything. And it was just so frustrating. So I stayed on the ground for a while and cried.
I allowed myself to continue that until I heard footsteps coming down toward us. This time, a woman greeted us. Another vampire with deep-red hair and a tall, skinny build. Like the guards before, she opened the cell door, gets me out and shut it before anyone can react. Extra security I suppose.
"The Vampire King is expecting you," the woman says. I follow led her down the corridors, not bothering to look for an escape route. I promised myself to ask Bonnibel if she knows anything when I get back. Though I doubt it. She would've set at least some of the other girls free by now.
We came to the first real door I'd seen so far. A large, ornate, red black and gold door that towered at at least twelve feet tall. The woman knocked, and scurried away when it opened to reveal Marshall Lee.
He was shirtless, wearing only breeches. I was about to turn and run, but then he looked me in the eyes, and his demon magic had me paralyzed.
"Come inside," he said.
I did ask he asked, numbly. Once I was inside, he shut the doors and chanted, waving his hand over them. A faint glow washed over the door and then faded.
"No getting out now," he said.
And suddenly, even though I was still looking him directly in the eyes, I could move and think on my own. I looked at him, confused.
"Turning off the demon charm," he said. "I want to see how much real fight you have in you, Fionna the Human."