(Chapter 6: The Daughter's Plaything)

He slowly awoke, his vision blurry, his eyes closing, and opening again over time. The ex-marine drifted between consciousness, and unconsciousness. The only thing he could make out was what appeared to be iron bars. He was in a cell at the moment, when he tried to move his arms, he could only move them around so much before they suddenly stopped. His arms were shackled at the wrists, connecting to chains that was attached to a pulley system within the wall.

His vision faded to black once again, and it remained like that for what he thought was thirty minutes. His eyes slowly squinted back open, his vision still blurry and fading out here and there. His body, and mind had just suffered too much. It would be a bit before Ryan could wake up completely, what appeared to be a black mist formed outside of the cell.

"Ryan." A voice within the black cloud said, causing the soldier to slowly lift his head up to see who this person was, it seemed that a shadowy figure was emerging from the black cloud. It was clearly the voice of a man, and it sounded somewhat familiar but at the same time it didn't for some reason. Due to the ex-marine's half conscious delirium, he couldn't make out the details of this man, what his hair looked like, all he saw was a blurry masculine silhouette.

"What the hell are you doing here?" The shadow figure asked him aggressively, Ryan groaned as he squinted his eyes to try and make out who it was, but his eyes were still needing to adjust to this dim lighting down in this dungeon.

"Shelter, I'm trying to find shelter...warmth...a place to stay or find peace in..." Ryan croaked out in an exhausted voice, this caused the shadow figure to laugh some before crouching down, his body vanishing into the small black mist.

"You'll find that this place is filled with nothing but blood, and death. You're such an idiot to think that this place would provide you with the essential qualities of life you need, I've been around these parts." The shadow man replied slyly.

"Ma-Malosi told me ot-otherwise..." Ryan groaned as he tried to move his arms further only to have them caught by the chains, having a limited range of motion with them.

"Malosi is a lost cause, he's dead. He's trying to fill you with false hope, you should have abandoned all hope once you entered here. All your hopes of living, starting a family, or even heading back to America, are nothing but fragments of dust at this point." The man said.

"Who are you?" Ryan asked weakly as his vision slowly started to become clearer, but then it began to fade into blur once more.

"You've heard of me, folks around here call me: 'The Man in Black'."

"Wait, I've heard about you. Don't leave!" Ryan said his eyes going wide, snapping completely awake as the man began to walk back into the black mist.

"See you around, Miles." The man said as the black mist began to fade away, as well as his body...

Giggling was heard, as well as the clicking of heels on the stone floor. Now that he was awake, he had a clear view of his environment now. He was within some type of dungeon, locked within a cell. Behind him was a mattress that was old, and rickety, merely dangling off of the wall in which it was connected to.

The dungeon had a foul odor to it of rot, death, and blood. Scents that his nostrils didn't find pleasing whatsoever, the iron bars were rusty but still strong enough to not be broken. It was dark, and unforgiving down here, the only lighting was the torches that were placed on the walls here and there.

The walls, and flooring were made out of old, aging stone that had visible cracks in them in which moss was starting to slightly grow out of. The dungeon was also humid as well, much similar to the underground caverns in which Ryan ran through earlier that day in his desperate struggle to survive against Heisenberg's games. He could hear what sounded like running water in pipes somewhere within the walls, or was it just the machinery? He also heard the slight pitter patter of feet in which belonged to the rats in this dungeon, nasty scavengers that ate whatever they could find, having developed a taste for blood after feasting on rotting bodies for so long.

Bela made her appearance, standing next to her was Daniela. Both of them staring deeply into Ryan's soul with nefarious expressions, both of them not having their full with the man just yet. Both of them snickering amongst each other as they saw the helpless ex-marine shackled up.

The sight of them casting those vile grins towards him made him snap, he tried to shoot forward but he felt an enormous pressure clamp to the front of his neck, causing him to gag wildly, which then turned into a coughing fit, rattling of chains being heard when he was stopped in place. As it turned out, a collar had also been placed around his neck, attached to the collar was a chain that was connected to the pulley system within the wall just like his other restraints.

"You t-twisted f-fu-fucks..." He choked, spittle flying from his mouth, landing on the stone floor.

"Oh, what a foul tongue of yours..." Bela said, slightly taken aback by his violent outburst, and choice of words towards her. She inserted a key into the lock of the door, the metal of the door squeaking as it was slowly opened by the blonde, her red headed sister following in behind her.

"Perhaps I shall cut it out..." Bela growled coldly as she loomed over Ryan who slowly looked up towards her, raising his arm up to give the blonde the middle finger in defiance. She raised an eyebrow, and nodded her head towards Daniela. The red head laughed as she crouched down, forcefully grabbing hold of his beard, and prying it open. Using her other gloved hand to reach inside, pulling his tongue out.

The feeling of having his tongue jerked from his mouth, and tightly held by Daniela, wasn't comfortable at all. In a world of discomfort, fear began to rush through him once more as Bela slowly lowered her sickle down right over his tongue. Dried up blood staining the blade, the feeling of it being ice cold.

"Don't you dare tempt me..." She scolded him sternly with a look of disdain on her face.

"Let 'em go." She continued, Daniela releasing Ryan from her grasp, his head dangling down as his body leaned forward. His body and neck being held up by the restraints around his wrists, and neck.

"Tell me, Ryan, what are you doing here in this castle?" Bela questioned while standing over him with her hands on her hips, she was ready to kill him at any moment, but under the instructions of Lady Dimitrescu, her and Daniela weren't going to.

"All I want is shelter, a home other than some small cabin. I wanted to return to my home country, America, but my plane is doomed." He groaned, Bela smiled cruelly at hearing his voice in which was devoid of hope.

"Returning to your lands is a lost cause, little one. Mother has told us about you, and your journeys. Your will to survive is...impressive." Bela said, revealing that their mother had told them about what Miranda had told her when it came to Ryan Miles.

"Oh did she now?" Ryan growled as his neck ached from the pressure in which the collar was putting on it.

"Yep, you're one of the bravest men to step foot here in House Dimitrescu. I can tell you work yourself over, all of this...dried up, tasty, beautiful blood on your face, and your clothes. You fight for your life." Bela cooed, starting to water at the mouth as she took a good look at the dried up blood all over Ryan, and especially the blood on his chest from the cuts in which Alcina had made to him during their brief struggle from an hour and thirty minutes ago at this point.

Ryan winced as she began to reference the blood, she had gotten closer to him, her voice right next to his ear. The softness at which she spoke it sent a shiver running down his spine, he felt her leather glove gently pressing against his face, as well as her breath running down his neck.

"You're tired, aren't you?" She asked rather sweetly but again, Bela had a seductive undertone within that kind hearted voice.

"Yeah..." Ryan said, indeed he was. He had fought multiple hordes of lycans before, but that is when he had a huge advantage, and had extra firepower on his side. Now he only had himself, and no superior weaponry that could obliterate them, each fight was a struggle to survive for him.

"Look at me." Bela said as she gently grabbed the side of his face, softly turning it to face hers. The two of them were nose to nose, he could feel her breath on his face as her yellow eyes looked into his hazel ones.

"You're just wanting to relax...and rest, aren't you?" She asked, her voice nice, slow, and soft.

Something about it had changed though, Bela's voice seemed to have an echo effect. Everything around her appeared to be blurred out, the only thing Ryan's eyes could focus on was hers. A great sense of relaxation washed over him like a wave, his muscles started to relax, and with the amount of danger he could potentially find himself in, he was unusually calmed by her voice, and her gaze...

The feeling was so overwhelmingly amazing that he even let out a groan of satisfaction, and pleasure. On cloud nine as Bela went on to lick her lips followed by a snicker as Ryan was already under her power now.

"You don't even want to fight it...good boy..." Bela cooed, from Ryan's perspective, something about her eyes started to change. A ripple effect seemed to be going on within her yellow eyes as if her eyes were ponds, and he dropped a rock right in the center of it.

Right now, the world was really cold and cruel within this village, but right now, Ryan saw only beauty. A relaxed grin on his face as he stupidly continued to stare into Bela's eyes as her face was right in front of his.

"If you stare deep into my eyes, you shall find the rest you've been oh so longing for..." Bela spoke in a hushed tone, her voice continuing to echo as if she was standing in a long tunnel. The ripples within her eyes began to move faster, and everything surrounding the blonde continued to grow more blurry over time as the ex-marine became more, and more relaxed under the influence of her hypnosis.

If Ryan was still wide awake instead of being in a half conscious delirium after passing out, he would have tried to resist it, but he was so exhausted that he could practically fall to his knees, and beg for rest at this point, he welcomed the hypnosis for now, and the voice of Bela just had this soothing, seductive charm to it that he enjoyed...

"Let your worries cease, little one. When you awaken, we shall have fun..." Bela continued, but unfortunately for Ryan, the fun she had in mind wasn't something he was going to enjoy at all.

Finally, the ripples within her eyes began to change into ripples of rainbows. Soon it was all that his vision was consumed by, he couldn't see the outside of his cell, he couldn't see Bela or Daniela, he couldn't see the inside of his cell, he could only see pulsating and rainbows that seemed to bleed into each other. The beautiful assortment of colors spiraling, rippling, bursting with light even. He hadn't felt this great since he didn't know when, and with a kiss on his neck, Ryan finally succumbed to the hypnosis of the eldest daughter, his head slumping down as well as his body, nothing but dead weight hanging from it's shackles at this point as he slept peacefully.

"You have a strong will, Ryan, but it isn't enough to resist me..." Bela whispered in his ear seductively as he slept, wanting to give him one final message.

"What do we do with him now, sister?" Daniela asked as she looked at his body thoroughly. He was bulky, but still lean at the same time. His body being a perfect balance between fat and muscle, his muscles clearly seen, but his body fat percentages keeping him looking like an average muscular male model in the modern era.

"Let's move him into a new room, mother said we could torture him for a but but not kill him. Drag him into the chamber." Bela explained to her youngest sister, the red head nodded in agreement as she unshackled their prisoner, dragging him into another room.

Ryan woke up within his bedroom, excited for the last day of school. Stretching out his arms, and legs, shaking them with an elongated groan of pure pleasure from a good morning's stretch. He usually found himself waking up to the aroma of cooking bacon in the kitchen downstairs, but today, there was no such thing. Confused at this matter, the adolescent made his way down the stairs, it was supposed to be the last day of freshman year of high school, his parents were supposed to be hyping him up for that, what was going on?

He sluggishly made his way down the stairs, the light was on that was above the stairs, so clearly his parents must be awake. The television playing morning news was still on, another indicator that either his mother or father was up and at it, both went to work later than the other on separate days for they both worked two jobs, it is why they could afford a fancy two story house such as theirs.

"Mom?" The young man called out, he received no answer.

From the outside of the house, he could hear police sirens rush past his house, zooming down the street, they would fade away as they got further into the distance from his home, but the sirens never fell silent. Furthermore, he could hear the sound of a German shepherd barking like crazy somewhere outside of the house, the cops must have brought the K-9 unit out.

Hearing the sounds of multiple police sirens blaring outside of the house, as well as their dogs barking like mad, it started to make him worry that some type of accident had occurred outside of the house. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he would walk into the kitchen. The fridge door was open, and the package of bacon was sitting on the counter. Ryan noticed a clue that he didn't want to see, a small drop of blood on the tiled floor of the kitchen. His heart rate began to build up as he followed the trail into the dining room.

The large table had been turned over, a few chairs had been broken as well. The dining room would melt into the living room as well, so he noticed large quantities of blood on the ground. The television was flashing several different colors as if something had smashed into it, but it was still in working condition, as he could hear the audio of the news playing on the TV. The coffee table which sat in front of the massive "L" shaped leather sofa had a patch of blood on it's corner.

What appeared to be black ashen remains of something was on the sofa as well, he didn't think much of it, but it was clearly signs of a struggle, and it was also clues that his father was here as he was a smoker.

Ryan was growing ever so worried now as he followed a trail of blood all the way to the front door in which was wide open, whoever had been attacked had been dragged outside of the house. According to the clues he had gathered, his mother and father had been attacked.

"Mom, dad!" He cried out as he rushed out the front door into the street of the suburban neighborhood.

Much to his surprise, police were all over the place. He continued to call for his mother, and father, but no response was given. A heavy set police officer approached the frightened teen to try and console him.

"Officer, do you know what has happened to my mother, my father? Have you seen any of them?" Ryan asked, his voice overcome with fear.

"Our whole station has been called out to this neighborhood, police from other counties have came here as well. There have been reports of several people going missing in this town, we're undergoing a county wide search so far, hang tough kid." Was all that the officer could say to him, because he truly didn't know what was happening either.

Ryan looked around at all of the front doors in which were opened, his mouth agape at the sight. His parents would more than likely have shared the same fate as those that were vanished.

"Did they go all at one time?" The young man asked the officer that stood next to him.

"Not that I know of, a report came in from a school nearby that several students started to go missing over the course of the day, it doubled in how many just vanished...when one student was sent to go looking for them, that one went missing as well, followed by two more, then four more." The officer replied to the adolescent.

"How many have you guys recovered?" Ryan questioned.

"I haven't gotten word of that yet, stay here while I go get some info for you. I'll try to calm you down as best as I can, everything's going to be alright." The officer said softly, not wanting to frighten or alarm the young man further than he already was.

The cop walked over to speak with some other police officers about five houses down from where Ryan stood, he didn't feel safe standing by himself. So he began to wander towards the local park. He was hoping that people were gathering there to figure out why everyone was vanishing, he made his way through someone's backyard, climbed over their fence, and he could see the park gate within the distance.

There was a large fountain sitting in a large circle of grass, he could see people gathering around said fountain, but most of them weren't paying attention to what was going on around them. He noticed a woman emerge from behind a tree, heading towards the fountain. This woman looked exactly like Ryan's mother from what he could tell, she had reddish orange hair, and was dressed in a pink sports bra, as well as black tights and green tennis shoes, appeared to be going out on a morning walk.

"Mom!" Ryan screamed as he ran towards the woman as fast as he could, his sock feet getting wet in the morning dew which coated the grass, some of it staining the bottoms of his pajamas. His heart raced, thinking he had finally caught a glimpse of his mother, strangely enough though, she didn't appear to be hurt.

She vanished out of sight once she moved behind another tree, and Ryan darted through the clearing out into the field where he would quickly turn right where he would see his mother again not too far away from him now, he looked to the ground before he let out a grunt as he tried to put more explosive power into his run, wanting to catch up with her as quickly as he could, he felt powerless when he was alone.

He made a mistake when he had done that, for he would end up running into a man slightly taller, and way more muscular than him. This was before Ryan would start to train hard in his life, this was the dawn of the Forgotten Ops.

The man he had bumped into was in his early twenties at most, he wore a pink Abercrombie and Fitch muscle shirt. Aeropostale khaki pants, and black shoes on his feet. He also wore a watch around his left wrist. He was more muscular than Ryan, the muscle shirt rather tight on his body as Ryan noticed what appeared to be a slight sign of a vein on his biceps.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying to find my mother." Ryan said as he backed up, dusting himself off as the man offered him a hand to get back up to his feet.

"No apologies needed pal, the name's Barlow. Barlow Williamson, where are you from?" The man said, revealing his name.

"I'm from this town, I spoke with a police officer not too long ago. He said several people are starting to go missing around here, I woke up to see blood all over the floor within my parent's house." Ryan said, Barlow could hear the fear within the younger man's voice.

"I hate to break it to you, but I would believe your mother and father didn't make it. Kids started going missing at a school close by, I figured I would be the hero and try to rescue some, people are dropping like flies." Barlow said, his voice filled with regret.

"What...?" Ryan asked, his lips were quick to tremble as he fell to his knees. He rubbed his hands through his hair, and couldn't help but stare off into the distance for a minute or two, trying to process what he had just heard.

A young black man, right around the same age as Ryan, came running up to Barlow with another white person next to him. These were foreign exchange students, one of them coming from Africa, and the other coming from the UK, Moises, and Dan.

The two young men looked at Ryan as his right eye started to twitch with tears beginning to well up in them. He refused to believe what Barlow had just told him, but from the evidence he was seeing around the town, with all of the police officers, and potentially many more to come. The signs of a bloody struggle in his own home, the reality of the situation started to settle in.

"NO!" Ryan wailed in anger, and sorrow as he looked to the sky as if he was wanting answers from God himself as to what in the world was going on. Tears streaming down his cheeks as his fists clenched together tightly, the young man slamming them into the ground. His heart was shattered, and his spirit was utterly broken at this revelation.

"No, no. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Ryan slammed his fists on the ground again, his hands turning red, becoming sore from how hard he was striking the grass. His eyes already bloodshot, his teeth clenched.

Barlow, Moises, and Dan gave the young man a moment to let everything out. The heartbroken freshman allowed his feelings to come slowly but with power, each tear representing the hopelessness he felt in that moment, each fist that pounded the ground drawing out his rage at how powerless he felt. Bit by bit, his hurt filtered out, but the depression that followed would take some time to recover, even with his strong faith in God.

When he would finish crying, he would lead Barlow and the others to his house where he gathered as many personal belongings he could into a suitcase. It was then that Ryan's journey into the Forgotten Ops would begin.

The heart crushing revelation of his parent's demise still felt all too real even in the dream, and this caused Ryan to let out his frustration, and sorrow in real life even with his eyes shut. Tears rolling down his face, his subconscious reminding him that this was nothing but a dream from the past that was now distant to him, and this is what had jolted him awake.

His body was glistening with sweat, his eyes were bloodshot. His heart was pounding in his chest. Upon closer inspection of this new location, it was revealed to him that he had been moved from his cell into another room entirely. A lone red LED light flickered over his head, casting the room a dim red lighting. It still smelled horrid, evidence that he was still somewhere within the dungeon. His breathing was rapid at first but slowly calmed down over time, realizing that it was only a dream, but his reactions were true, and now he wanted to pinch himself just to make sure.

He felt the last remaining tears rolling down his face, he went to lift his arms to wipe them away with his hands. He was wide awake now, no more half conscious sluggish feeling weakened him, his vision was no longer blurry. when he attempted to lift his arms up, he found that they were stuck for some reason. The ex-marine took a glance down to see that shackles were wrapped around his wrists, he tried to move his legs but the same result occurred, they too were shackled at the bottom of the shins. He looked around frantically as he started to thrash around in this chair he was stuck to, the chair moved around some, but not much, loud banging noises being heard when it was only slightly lifted off the ground, and smashed back into it.

"Hey! Somebody get me out of here!" He screamed, his heart rate starting to build back up, dread creeping back into his thoughts as he was once again powerless to do anything. His voice echoed through the dungeon as no response was given to him.

"Fucking shit...I can't have one damn second to breathe in this place!" He continued as he tried to forcefully rip his arms upward, to no avail.

"Dammit, man in black, can you come back and get me out of this shit, please?!" He called out, trying to reach the man in black that he had met earlier in his previous holding cell, again there was no response from the one he tried to speak to, but a female voice replied.

"Oh, you're the only man-thing here!" She teased, it was revealed to be Cassandra, strutting into the room with something in her hand, it appeared to be a bowl of porridge!

"We thought you were hungry, you were screaming like a crying baby down here. I felt sorry for you, be thankful for our mercy hon." Daniela cooed as she followed in after Cassandra. The brunette daughter took a seat at his front as Bela pulled in a chair behind her with a grin on her face.

"How did it feel, little one?" The blonde asked, curious to know how Ryan enjoyed her hypnosis from earlier. He was out cold from it, and it felt great when he was falling under her control.

"Urgh, it felt great...would have been the best sleep of my life if I hadn't had a bad dream..." He grumbled as he tried to move around some more in hopes of escaping to no avail, gritting his teeth in frustration.

"Don't try to break free, be thankful that we're feeding you." Bela scolded his attempts to break free as Cassandra took a small wooden spoon into the bowl of steaming porridge, the aroma to Ryan was pleasant, finally food that smelled great once again. The last time he had something delicious was when he ate a meager one spoonful of Petr's stew, but it felt like days ago even though it wasn't.

"Here comes the airplane!" Cassandra taunted him with a smug grin on her face as she extended her arm with the spoon of porridge in her hand, Ryan narrowed his eyes at the brunette with a look of disdain in them.

"I'm not a baby, asshole..." He growled.

"You sure as hell sounded like one." Bela said, moving behind Ryan as she went to grab something from a table within the shadows.

"Asshole? I'm the one that has the mercy to feed you..." Cassandra spoke sternly.

"It was my idea!" Daniela chirped playfully.

"Can it, Dani." Bela hissed at her sister from behind Ryan.

"Now eat it like a grateful man-thing!" Cassandra spoke through gritted teeth, threatening to force it down his throat if he didn't accept her offering with peace.

His eyes twitched as he slowly opened his mouth, rage still running through him at how these crazy witches were having their way with him, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it once again. This was the third time it had happened to him, technically the fourth time due to Bela hypnotizing him earlier, but he welcomed that more than anything else.

"There we go!" The brunette cooed like a mother to her toddler when he or she done something correctly, an annoyed growl was heard coming from Ryan. Cassandra snickered as she could clearly tell that her humiliation tactics were getting in his head.

Ryan chewed the porridge for a moment or two, he had felt something hard within it, something small and hard while porridge was supposed to be a soft cream like material, there was clearly something up as Cassandra's grin only widened into that psychotic smile. He examined the contents of the bowl she held in her lap, it appeared to be normal porridge, but there was something else to it. He noticed something small curving out of it, and there was more than one of those things...

Wait just a damn minute... Ryan thought to himself, he heard Cassandra giggling deviously as if she knew exactly what she had done. He quickly spat the food out on his hand to find out what the brunette was truly feeding him.

Among the porridge on his hand, was a human nail...

His face shifted in pure disgust, his eyes widening. His lips trembling as his stomach began to turn within his body, he wanted to vomit at this sight. Cassandra's giggles grew into wicked laughter as she reared her head back.

"Got to trim my toenails at some point!" She exclaimed, Ryan screamed furiously at his tormenter right when she stood up from her chair, stuffing the entire bowl of porridge laced with toenails right into his face, some of it even getting into his beard. This was enough, and Ryan finally threw up with a loud groan. Bile spewing from his mouth, going all over his bare chest as it washed some of the nasty porridge off of his chin, but a majority of it remained.

"You nasty, nasty, m-motherfu..." He couldn't finish his sentence when Cassandra took her wooden chair, and smashed it right into his face at full force! A loud grunt of pain emitted from his mouth, the impact had broken a few teeth from his mouth, and had severely bruised up his face, leaving a cut on his forehead that started to ooze out blood ever so slowly.

Daniela was next to attack, sinking her sickle deep into the back of Ryan's right arm, and quickly jerking downwards to remove a strip of flesh from his beefy arm. This caused the ex-marine to scream in agony, rearing his head up to the red LED light within this torture chamber. Daniela placed down her sickle, getting her gloved hands covered in his blood before rubbing it all over her face while giggling sadistically, licking some of it off.

Cassandra slammed her sickle right into the crease between Ryan's forearm, and upper arm, making sure the point of her blade was putting pressure on the ex-marine's tendon that connected to his bicep. Ryan groaned through his clenched teeth in major discomfort, his eyes squinted shut. A vile smirk on the face of the brunette, Daniela took her sickle and placed it on his toned stomach, examining his six pack that could be barely seen.

"I'm going to give add another set of these sexy abs to him!" She squealed with excitement, starting to dig the point of her sickle into his stomach. Ryan began to desperately thrash his body around all while screaming in pain, anguish, and pure terror. He was afraid of getting tortured, and he was concerned about how far they would take things...

"Why can't you witches let me rest in peace for fucking once?!" He begged at the top of his lungs, he then felt something cold curve around his jugular. His eyes slowly looked up to see Bela standing behind him with her sickle at his neck, any sudden movement could now cost him his life as he continued to wail. Bela snickered at his helplessness as she covered up his eyes with her gloved hand, plunging his world into darkness.

"Be careful for what you wish for now, man-thing." The blonde chuckled coldly as she slightly put more pressure to his neck with her sickle, his body heat intensified as he began to sweat profusely out of anxiety.

What Bela did not notice is that the key to his cell had fallen out of a pocket on her hooded cloak, laying on the floor right under his chair. The blonde didn't happen to hear the jangle it made once it hit the blood soaked stone brick floor due to Ryan's anguished cries.

"Well sisters, he's easy pickings now. Choose what slab of meat you wish to devour..." Bela said, Cassandra and Daniela both starting to look him over. His body was bare, without his tank top or his leather trench coat, covered in sweat, scars, bruises, and vomit, as well as dried up blood.

"The breast!" The brunette cried psychotically as she sank her sickle deep into his pectoral and began to slice into it without mercy. The pain was nothing short of barbaric, and Ryan's face turned red with how loud he screamed into the air, veins bulging out of his head and neck as he screamed three times in a row as a fillet of his flesh was torn from his chest, leaving a massive bloody gash where skin once was.

Cassandra began to feast on the slab of flesh she had forcefully removed from their prisoner, cutting it into pieces with her sickle with saliva dripping from her mouth as she salivated at the sight of this piece of gore.

While the sadistic brunette enjoyed her meal, Daniela was busy carving another set of abs into Ryan's lower stomach, which he continued to yell at the top of his lungs from. The blade of the sickle penetrating his flesh, and sinking deep into his body, about to go into him and damage his organs if it was pushed a little bit further in...

After around a solid minute of constant searing pain, the red head finally finished her masterpiece. Another set of abs carved into his lower abdomen, blood gushing, and oozing all over his stomach. The cuts dark, and deep.

"How do you like my artwork, Bela?!" Daniela cheered joyfully, Bela removed her sickle from the ex-marine's throat, walking out in front of him to see her youngest sister's work. The two insane women looking him over thoroughly at all of the blood that covered up his entire torso.

"Splendid! You never told me that you were such an artist!" Bela complimented Daniela's bloody sketch.

"Thanks! What should we do with the man now?" Daniela asked.

"Hang him from the ceiling, let's celebrate your artistic integrity by beating a man sized piñata..." The blonde said, her voice as cold as ice.

Ryan shook his head in disbelief, he couldn't believe that this was happening to him. He had fought so hard just to get his will to fight shattered, his ego crushed, his pride shoved down his throat forcefully, mentally and physically annihilated by these malicious women.

He was losing his mind, hell, he even began to laugh as he shook his head. On the verge of insanity of losing everything he thought he had left, his shackles were released from his shins and wrists.

"Having fun, little one?" Bela asked with a bite of her lip, seeing Ryan was starting to chuckle as he began to lose his mind.

"Hell yes!" He exclaimed while laughing, his voice cracking as he shouted at them.

"Give me more!" He continued, out of his mind when he gave them the order.

"Your wish is our command, man-thing." Cassandra chuckled as she, and Daniela hoisted his dead weight up into the air, dropping him on the a hook in which hung from the ceiling. Ryan screamed for a moment as he felt the cold steel punch into his beefy back, being hung on a hook but it was quickly replaced by laughter.

"Ho-ho-holy sh-it!" He screamed as the three daughters went to a table sitting against a wall, each of them picking up what appeared to be sledgehammers.

"Ready, Dani?" Bela asked her youngest sister, the red head happily hopped up and down with a grin.

"More than ready!" Daniela purred loudly before breaking into wicked giggling.

"I'm tired of waiting already!" Cassandra shouted as she viciously slammed the sledgehammer into Ryan's ribs, swinging his body to the side. He was met by Bela's sledgehammer which struck him on the other side of his body!

Daniela used her hammer as a battering ram, jamming it right into the lower stomach of the ex-marine, swinging him back. Then it was Cassandra's turn to swing as she nailed him with the sledgehammer to his back, knocking him forward. Each brutal hit making Ryan cough loudly as well as grunt heavily, this was by far the worst torment he had ever been put through in his entire life. The depression after hearing the news of his parent's doom was a cakewalk compared to this torture.

Bela spun as she struck Ryan right under the chest with the hammer, the blow cracking a rib, forcing him to let out a loud cough that echoed within the chamber, blood flying from his mouth, and near the blonde's lips. The oldest daughter licked away his blood as Daniela rammed her hammer into the center of his body, forcing a wheeze out of him as he had the wind knocked out of him with that one!

The cycle repeated as Cassandra let out a scream with how hard she was swinging her sledgehammer this time. The impact being so hard that it sent Ryan flying off of the hook, a strip of his flesh being torn from his body, remaining on the hook as he fell flat on his face with a thud, and a meaty smack.

"I think that'll be enough, if he makes another mistake we'll dismember him on the rack." Bela chuckled as she forced Ryan to lay on his back with her foot, he was fading in and out of consciousness as his vision became blurry yet again. His body was now wracked with bruises, deep cuts, and smothered with blood. His face was covered up in blood, porridge, and human nails, as well as his own vomit, his head also having a large knot on it from where he was hit by the wooden chair. This was the worst condition the ex-marine had ever been in, in his entire life up at that point.

`The three daughters placed their dominant foot on his chest as if they had conquered their fallen prisoner. All three of them had wicked smiles on their faces, enjoying their session of demolishing this once powerful man.

"Do you get it now, women run this castle, not stupid men..." The blonde hissed before taking her foot from his chest, so did her two sisters. The three of them left the chamber, leaving Ryan laying spread eagle on his back within it, shutting the door behind them.

As he was lying on his back, staring up at the red LED lights, he remembered what the strange hallucination of Malosi had told him earlier.

The Samoan-American had told him that he would learn to love his enemies, and these three women, Lady Dimitrescu included, were his current foes. He shook his head in disbelief at his old pal's words.

One question was on his mind following this torturous session.

"How?"