Mariam POV

When Mariam came to she was being dragged through a forest by the intruder who'd been at the cave, she knew it was the same vampire, she could tell by his scent. She kicked and screamed, demanding to see her son, threatening death to whoever hurts her child. The vampire holding her only sighed as if he'd grown tired of listening to the same story, the vampire jabbed her with another needle, everything once again fading to black. The second time she came round she was in a strange warehouse of some sort, her head was cloudy, her body as heavy as lead. She tried to move, quickly realising her hands and feet were bound with a thick rope which burnt her skin. She tried to scream but no sound came, just a whispered croak which made her throat ache. Mariam strained to clear her head, making an effort to survey her surroundings, she couldn't see much apart from some empty crates and old dirty blankets, two vampires standing guard by a rolling metal door. She heard a scream from another part of the building, tears threatening to spill as she recognised the scared scream of her son.

The two vampires guarding the door smirked, her stomach and chest burned with an anger so fierce she thought she might combust from pure rage. A few minutes passed, thinking up ways of how she was going to kill the two men standing guard when she heard the metal door clang as it slowly slid open. Max walked into the room, grinning, looking smug, giving a small shake of his head as he looked her up and down over the rim of his glasses. "Well this was a bit of a surprise" He stated, "I only ordered a child, I never ordered you" Max snarled. "I should have killed you all whilst you slept, of course hindsight is useless, I have what I want, and a little extra" He stated with a wicked smirk.

"Where's my son?" She asked through gritted teeth, finally pushing her voice to work. "Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head, he's in good hands. I just want to give him a few tests, try and figure out what makes him so…. special" He explained. "Don't you lay one fucking finger on my son you big prick, when I get out of these ropes you've so caringly put me in, I'm going to fucking kill you and those two fucking morons over there." She snarled nodding in the direction of the two vampires standing by the door. "Now, now, that kind of language isn't very becoming of a lady." Max tutted. "Besides, I doubt you'll have the chance to kill me because, my sweet child. I can bet I'm going to kill you first." He shouted pushing his face up against hers. She growled, snapped at him, wishing she could rip his face off with her claws. "Anyway, lovely to chat but I must dash." He declared straightening himself up and walking back towards the door. As he passed the guards she heard him tell them to have fun, and maybe for the first time since she'd been in this room she felt her anger turn to ice cold fear.

Mariam hoped that Dwayne and her brothers would come, protect her and her son, she'd always believed they would, she couldn't help the fear of them getting there too late from seeping into her thoughts. She heard more screams and cries coming from the other end of the building, her dead heart bled for her son, willing him to stay strong until she could get to him, or until one of the others reached him. She realised that she'd rather something happen to her than her son, vowing to stay strong for him, taking whatever was going to happen, she'd play their game until she got a chance to escape.

Mariam hung her head and sighed, she needed to pull herself together, just as she started to calm herself down she sensed a change the atmosphere, looking up to see the two guards moving slowly towards her, malicious grins plastered across their faces. She bit back her fear, staring at them defiantly, trying to channel her game face, she could tell she'd failed when the two vampires started to laugh. "You know, I've always fantasised about fucking a chubby vampire." The taller of the two vampires chuckled, "Yeah normally they're so fucking skinny, all bones, this one looks like she's more of a handful" The shorter vampire retorted. Mariam screamed, thrashing at the ropes as flashbacks from her past flickered before her eyes, the pain, the hurt, the embarrassment. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she forgot her pride, begging them not to do what she knew they were going to do. "Don't worry honey, we don't bite." The first vamp cooed, "Hard." The second added as they laughed hysterically.

They untied her from the beam, her hands and feet remaining tightly bound, they carried her over to a large wooden crate, slamming her down hard onto its lid, she cried out in pain as she felt splinters cutting into her skin. The bigger of the two ripped off her clothes, leaving her naked, exposed, she thrashed and writhed endeavouring to squirm away from their depraved touch only to find she was restricted by the ropes at her wrists and feet. The smaller vampire trailed his claws against her skin, leaving deep gashes in their wake, repeating his inflictions each time one healed, his eyes lit up cruelly as she screamed for him to stop. The bigger vampire stood by her lower half, she noticed him unbuttoning his jeans, and she screamed, "No please, no, anything but that please." She begged through hot tears, the vampire grinned, ignoring her pleas as he pushed her legs towards her chest, ramming himself into her, she screamed as pain seared through her, he was much bigger than Dwayne, ramming into her cervix painfully with each thrust of his hips, making her feel like she was being torn in half, her inside burning. Once he'd finished the two vampires switched places, repeating the cycle without pause, raping her again and again whilst the other clawed and bit her, ripping his fangs through her flesh, extenuating her pain. Mariam was bruised and bloody, pain echoed round her body, she must have passed out countless times, yet every time she came around she was still living her nightmare. "DWAYNE HELP ME PLEASE" she screamed into the night.