I awoke nestled safely in the warm confines of a bed. It felt like a rather large pillow. Cuddling every inch of my body. I opened my eyes to take in a view of fairytales. Above me held a canopy of fine silks and textiles.

The deepest blues and greens. Golds and purples. I hung my legs off the side of the bed. I placed my feet into the most comfortable slippers ever. They were a deep emerald green. On the inside held fur of some poor animal.

I padded around the room. It was vast. The ceilings had to be at least thirteen feet high. Crawling along it was intricate gold crown molding. Silk wallpaper with beautiful weavings. All the furniture looked ancient and regal. I walked to the door. It wouldn't twist. It was one of those old ones. With a skeleton key. I peeked through the hole.

Whoever was holding me captive had a lot of money. I tried to think about what I knew about Lorena. She had money but not this kind. Bill...

I glanced at my empty ring finger. She must have traded me for him. The queen? At this point, it could be anyone. Isabel? No Godric wouldn't allow it. Eric was well connected, was he willing to go to these lengths?

I heard someone trying to put a key in. I backed away from the door and held my hands up. A middle-aged-looking vampire walked into the room. He had the most striking features. Strong white brows and a menacing amber gaze. He held a few scars but was still relatively beautiful. He reminded me of a sneaky fox the way he held his mouth.

"I'm glad you're awake. "

His voice sounded worn. Raspy and deep. I didn't trust it. He donned a tailored eggplant-colored suit. The fabric looked rich and soft. Underneath a cream turtleneck. In a pocket on his chest held a lavender hanky. He wore cream-tasseled loafers.

"You do speak don't you?" His brows furrowed. Oh, he thought I was dumb. I'm familiar with the look.

"I'm observing you. I'm locked in, but bring taken care of. Do you work for the queen? Eric?"

"I see. Well, how rude of me. I'm Russel Edgington. I don't work for either of them. You are in my care. You are to not be harmed and if anyone lays a single hand on you they will be dealt with."

In his delicate long fingers, there was a tray. He placed it down on the nightstand. He turned to leave when something happened. On the tip of my tongue, a name formed. Raven.

"Raven? Does that mean anything to you?" Just as he was about to shut it behind him, he paused.

He appeared before me. He was much larger than I. Most people were. His fingers pinched my jaw as he made me gaze into his eyes.

" I haven't been called that in a long time, I was under the impression you couldn't read the minds of vampires."

"I'm careful of what I reveal. I do what is needed. Occasionally I can get glimpses of vampire minds. The older they are the easier it is. Now, I've just proven my use. What am I here for? Right now it's looking like I'm to be a glorified sex toy."

"My appetites run in a different direction darling. You'll do best to mind your manners. As for what I want you for. I don't need a reason!"

He was gone in a blink of an eye. I looked over at myself. A large floor-length mirror showed pinkish-red marks where his fingers touched. It shattered.

I looked over the tray. On it held a plate with an assortment of meats. Delectable glazed ham. Honeyed biscuits. Eggs made runny. Hash browns and more. It was immaculate.

After eating I scoured the room for a weapon. The only things I found were a particularly heavy hand brush It was made of real gold and encrusted with jewels. The other? A piece of the mirror. None of these would be strong enough to penetrate a vampire.

I grew bored and began reading one of the many books held in a marble inlaid bookcase. All of them were just as ancient as he appeared to be. Who is this Raven? This Russel Edgington?

I must have dozed off again. I awoke tucked in. The shard and mirror now missing, the brush remains...I began to hear the door crack once more. I shut my lids immediately. I tried to mimic sleeping as convincingly as possible. As I listened, I began to notice how cold my foot was. I tried to resist the urge to pull it under the blanket.

"I know you're awake." The voice sounded different. I rose immediately.

The action created a jangling sound. I swung back the covers to see a rusted Iron shackle clasped around my ankle. The rage that took over was indescribable. I ran towards the creature.

I didn't even know what I'd do if I got my hands around his bejeweled dainty neck. The male vampire was brown-skinned and sounded of Spanish descent. I was jerked back by the chain. The man sidestepped my display in favor of gazing at me amused.

"I see Russel has decided to keep you for himself. I was worried, but now, I'm intrigued. Beg little princess, I may convince him to take the shackles off." He bemusedly mocked.

I reached back towards the chain. My ass is now firmly planted on the ground. I tried with all my might to burn them off, but nothing happened. That's when It sank in just how much I fucked up. The vampire laughed gleefully as he left.

He left behind another tray of food. On it held a letter of apology. The Raven explained his absence. He was leaving to tell the queen the deal was off. A p.s was written, it told me to get comfortable. I threw the tray and everything on it at the door, some type of soup splattered across the silk wallpaper. Fuck!

In my time alone, I was left to think. At first, I kept my head. I spent maybe an hour trying to pry the clinking cuff off my ankle. But about twenty minutes into that I began to lose hope. I couldn't get it off. I tried bending my foot in all sorts of angles but... it just wouldn't come off. A sick oily feeling in my stomach began to build after that.

Why? Because I began to realize that I could get it off. The hole in my stomach began to grow. And not the one for soup. I shook my head... no we're not doing that.

Something else began to take hold in my thoughts as the hours drifted further into the night. There were no windows in this room. A deep chill set in, I began to see white wisps of my breath. The hunger drove me delirious with fright. So much so that I did something about it.

No, I didn't eat my foot off. I was thinking about it. Licking my flesh right off the bone. What did I do instead? I managed to climb the structure of the bed. As I did I began to second guess myself.

I pushed every thought outta mind and went full steam ahead. What did I do next? I jumped, landing right on my ankle. The shackle came off alright, but so did a piece of my foot. It having gone through my Achilles' tendon.

Slicing it, I tried to not scream out. To muffle myself, I stuffed a ripped-wadded piece of fabric in my mouth. As I crawled across the parquet flooring, my blood leaked out at an alarming rate. My foot dragging behind me.

I managed to reach the door. The stupid idiot! I felt happiness pour out of me. Once I got it opened, I was face to face with Raven once more. I was too late! No... no, my thoughts began to swim. I was too hungry and too loopy from blood loss to fight against him.

I was being carried into the deep unknown in the arms of a creature that should be lapping up my blood trail. Not, cursing at me for hurting myself.

I awoke to bright lights inlaid into the ceiling hurting my eyes. Everything was sort of fuzzy. I blinked until the image cleared.

"You're awake, that's good. I was getting concerned for a moment."

"Keep your hands off me." I yanked away from him, I could tell I was drugged up."What did you give me?"

"Blood."

"Fuck!"

"Relax, not mine. I gave you a blood transfusion. You lost quite a bit of it, rather quickly. I didn't realize I needed to restrain you completely."

"You don't need to do it at all. I'll keep hurting myself if you do. "

"What was your plan? Leaking like that, I'd of found you even if you got farther than the doorway."

"I don't know, I just knew I needed to get out of here. If you're going to keep me, I expect to be protected better. Your boy toy left the door unlocked."

"He's been taken care of."

"Oh, trouble in paradise? His jewelry was quite beautiful. I noticed a ring, you married?"

"No."

"Speaking of rings, where's mine?"

"You weren't wearing one when you were delivered to me."

"It was an engagement ring, Lorena has it. Get it back."

"Or what?"

"Find it!"

"Answer me this, why not just use your powers?" He was speaking about why I harmed myself. The silence made him laugh. "Well then, I believe I'm narrowing down what you are."

"So, you were working for the queen?"

"I haven't spoken to her, she still believes you're hers. Until then, if you can manage to not hurt yourself anymore. I won't chain you up again."

" If I'm to be kept here, I'm gonna need a few things."

"You've already demanded jewelry, now what? A house?"

"Funny, I'm serious. I need meat. A lot of it."

"I can do that, any particular type?"

"Bloody."

"Oh. You mean, well, I will do that."

"You know I'll attempt to escape again right?"

"I'm counting on it, I'm intrigued to see how far you'll go. Injuring yourself already."

"I don't like being caged. I want walks. I need to see nature. And it's fucking freezing in that room. "

"You're demanding, especially for a prisoner."

"I know when to push and when not to. None of this is out of bounds, I'm sure I could ask for your partner's necklace and you'd give it to me. I'm worth it."

"I see why Eric keeps you around. Did you know human blood heals you? The blood transfusion was enough, your injuries repaired before my eyes."

"I'm aware. "

"What are you? You know, don't you? You will tell me!"

"Where's my ring?"

He laughed. It echoed through the room and ended in a series of claps. His salt and pepper wavy hair hung around his head loosely. His aged skin was refreshing to see, most vampires are young. Some especially young. He was beautiful.

"Thank you."

"You're psychic?"

"I'm many things. Goodnight."

"Wait."

"Yes, anymore demands?"

"Why did you change your name?"

The light was turned out and he left. This room was much stranger. I think it was an office. I was lying in a hospital bed, that fact made me uncomfortable. If all this was prepared... he's been planning for a long time. I let that thought go.

No use in freaking out now. I placed my feet on the cold tile floor. Everything was white. Sterile. A desk sat over in the corner with a computer. I ran towards it. The strangest thing happened. I was electrocuted. I fell to the floor as I twitched and grunted. On a speaker a voice clearly stated.

"Did I forget to mention? I put an implant in your brain stem. You are free to roam around, any doors that are locked. It will remain that way, otherwise, you'll get a nice love zap. Goodnight my sweet." Once the twitching stopped, I laid on the cool tile in my puke. I couldn't move. Fuck...

The next morning, I was freshly clean and clothed laying in my bed. The room was free of vomit and a window was open. The sounds of birds chirping had been what woke me. I wandered freely over to the bay window and sat down to watch.

I plucked it right out of its nest and ate it. I stared into the ceiling hoping he would see it in film. Munching even the bones. Flashing my bloody feathered teeth once I was done.

I was free to wander right? So let's see how far I'm allowed to go. As I walked to the door I kept waiting for the reaction. None came. Even as I twisted the knob. Nothing happened. A stroll it is.

The hallway was vast. By vast, I mean it went on for miles. Doors lined it, each one shut. Of course, I'm meant to play his game. He's watching me. Making me play mouse in the maze.

I found one with a door wide open, it was a bathroom. The colors used were different. Deep chocolates and blacks. Marble tile all over the walls and floor. The bath was in the center of the room. It was as large as a pool. I took a dip. It was heated. I added oils and rose petals. Different creams did things. Like one was for exfoliating and the other to polish.

Unbeknownst to me. Even in here, I was being watched. Cameras were hidden everywhere. How did I find out? There was one not so cleverly hidden near the mirror. The reflection exposed its place. Once I rose I made sure to stand completely nude. Posing for him as I dried myself off. I spoke out loud.

"For someone who's gay, you're being a perv with all these cameras." No response.

Once dressed, I looked at myself. I was wearing plain clothes, he had my exact size. How long has he been watching me? Planning? I eventually wandered downstairs to another floor.

This one was much more interesting. On it held statues and art from cultures all over the world. I imagine these were stolen. I shook my head. There was even a real mummy! A round room was the best find yet. A full library. So he's rich, rich! It had multiple levels, with winding staircases. I felt like Belle, from beauty and the beast.

I found him in the kitchen. He was preparing my meal. He was dressing a deer. I resisted the urge to vomit watching him peel back its pelt.

"I see you've finished playing about."

"Thanks for the meat. I like it cooked but bloody."

"I figured. Take a seat."

Each room was gothically designed. Especially the kitchen. I was reminded of the Tudor era. Intricate wood crown molding, the cabinets held arches. Copper tiled backsplash. All the appliances matched. I felt highly underdressed. I took a stool. It was shaped like a small throne.

"You enjoy the finer things I see."

"Yes. Yes, I do. So do you it seems. Particularly my bathroom. A marvelous pair of tits you have."

"I made you uncomfortable, so you're returning the favor. "

"It was a compliment."

"Where's your boyfriend?"

"Dead."

"Excuse me?"

I spit out some of my orange juice. He freshly squeezed it as I waited for my meal. Many other treats sat out for me too.

"I left express orders, you were to be unharmed."

"That wasn't his fault!"

"Regardless, I grew tired of Anton years ago. His possession bored me." I gulped. He seemed to take pleasure in my discomfort. "Don't worry darling, I'm fully captivated by you."

"I'm not sure I like that much either. Where's my ring?"

"I couldn't obtain it without giving something in return. So, I give you a choice. Your ring, or your dress?"

"I want my ring."

"Good. I thought so. Here you are." He presented it to me. All boxed up. He reached for my hand and slipped it on. A greedy glint in his eye.

"You're not gay are you?"

"Anton and I had been together for centuries. He never left my side. Many of my children have over the years."

"You know? A vampire once told me, having relations with progeny just isn't done."

"Vampires tell you too much."

"That may be true. Did you love him?"

"I'm not sure I'm capable of that. Lust, yes. Even affection. But love? I take that back, I do love power."

"I can understand that."

"I'm not surprised, it takes a lot of guts to try cutting one's foot off."

"I was trying to break it. Get it out of the cuff."

"Ah, yes. Iron. That seems to be your weakness." He smirked happily.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I was worried I couldn't keep you tame. I'm happy to know, I don't have to kill you."

"Oh."

"Yes, now open."

Raven fed me every slice of rare deer meat I could eat. It was perfectly seasoned and buttery. I tried protesting but he wouldn't have it. He especially loved rubbing it across my lower lip before giving it to me.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked once the last slice was eaten.

"I like making you uncomfortable. A delicious scent radiates off you. I wonder what you smell like in pleasure." He trailed his finger up my arm. I grabbed it and bent it back.

"I'm not your doll! You touch me, I promise I'll end you!"

"Relax, I'm just seeing how far I can go. Physical touch is a no, I see. It's alright. You'll warm up to me, eventually."

"I have friends! They'll be looking for me."

"Oh I know, I've been having them watched. If they get close enough. I'll take care of it."

"If you hurt them." I pulled a knife and held it to my throat. "I'll go too." I knew threatening him was pointless. He likes when I fight him. But threatening myself? It worked.

"Stop doing that, do you want me to remove them?" He meant my hands. He took the knife from me." Now, as I was saying. They won't come to harm, the queen believes I haven't acquired you yet. Can't have her sniffing about."

"Why are you so old?"

"Why are you so young?"

"Raven."

"If you insist on using that name, it's Korun. The translation means Raven. I was a druid... a highly intelligent race of people lost to this world.

We were philosophers, teachers of the natural world, tongues for the gods and humans... Christianity ruined that. They called us savages but their Jesus was nothing but a damn dirty hippie." I let out a snicker and I saw him smirk.

"Well Korun, I'm Sissi."

"How long have you been eating?"

"Meat? You mean.. um, not long. It's a more recent update of whatever I am."

"So you don't know? Hmm."

I was perfectly happy to let him believe that. Thinking back to Godric made heat come to my face.

"What's that about? That flush?"

"You can read minds, why don't you just do it?"

"I can only get glimpses with you. You're a mystery to me, just as much as I am to you it seems."

"Have you met a vampire named Godric?"

"No, I have heard of him. He's a bit younger than I."

"What is she doing to Bill?"

"Lorena? She was an unfortunate obstacle. I wasn't sure how to retrieve you without tipping Eric off. He's got you wound uptight, you know that? 24-hour surveillance. She knew of a way. For the price of your lover, I got you." He went to flick my nose but thought better of it.

"I want him back."

"Doesn't work that way."

"What's your deal with the queen?"

"I want Louisiana. It's the money capital of the world for my kind."

"You have more than enough money,"

"Ha, I could always have more. Besides, my quest has given me a treasure beyond measure. Off you go, I have a business to attend to."

"Which doors are forbidden?"

"Figure it out, love."

He disappeared from my sight. I was left to my own devices for quite some time. The moon shone high in the room. I'm not sure how, but I managed to waste the day away wandering around and talking to Raven.

What's his deal? Why does he want me and how can I manipulate it to my favor? My eyes closed at some point during my pondering. Dreams of blackbirds and strange words filled me with mischief and curiosity. I must escape this Raven otherwise I'm afraid I'll end up stuck here forever! Some part of me liked that thought.

I wasn't sure how many days passed. My first night burned bright. The Raven kept his word. I was fed bloody meat along with anything else I desired.

I couldn't figure out what he did while away. Or even while here. Other than trying to pry more information out of me. And watching me through his cameras. I've yet to tell him about the Faerie theory. I have spoken about my life though. It was the only way to keep him interested. The Raven now knows about my childhood. My friends. My lovers. Even how well Bill is in bed. But not what he desires most.

One particular night came to mind. He sat in a chair watching me sleep. He said it was a sleep study. He seems to believe my psychic abilities are much stronger than either of us knew.

Wires were hooked up to me. To keep me calm he read to me. Im still confused by him. He's kinder than I thought, but somehow that terrified me. I knew it was a ruse and I was falling for it.

I spend the majority of my days wondering about his labyrinth of a castle. That must be what it is. I've run through each hallway. I can't find a single way out of here. All the windows have bars. I've yet to be electrocuted again. It seems the thing he put in my head is made of iron. I didn't need to be chained up if I'm handicapped.

I believe I may be losing hope. I haven't heard from anyone. I even tried reaching out to Bill through our bond. Hoping if he breaks free, he can find me. The only reminder was the ring on my finger. I hated to think it, but even it has left me feeling cold. It taunted me with what I may never have. I very well may die here.

This Russel killed his lover of centuries for simply disobeying an order. Apart of me felt like he did it for me. To prove a point. That he was willing to do anything to get what he wants.

It was rather late. Well, probably more early morning. I found myself drifting to the bathroom more often. Bathing at night. During the daytime, he's gone, except to feed me. He's yet to allow me to feed myself. Unless he has a 'meeting'. It seems to be a punishment for ruining his silk wall.

I assume he means 'meeting', he's talking about the Queen. Make sure she doesn't know he has me holed up in his castle. Wearing fine silks and items of luxury. He's resorted to gifting me things. I wonder if he's losing faith I'll fall to his whims. Tell him what I am. We play this game. I know he watches me while I bathe. He admitted he openly enjoyed my breasts my second day here.

I'm not sure why I do it. If it's my plan. To wear down his defenses. Get him to reveal something that could help me. Or if I'm getting on my captors' good side out of knowing I may never leave here.

I stripped off the silk pajamas. It was a slip. He seemed to enjoy dressing me in clothes that Anton would like. Funnily enough, I did receive the chunky pearl necklace Anton wore the day he died. They were round white south sea pearls, now with a longer gold diamond-encrusted clasp to fit.

It was perched on my neck right now. I stood in view of the mirror. My nipples were hard from being exposed to the cold air. He kept it freezing at night. Thick steam filled the room from the bath. I seductively walked into the water.

There was one thing I hadn't expected. As I bathed in view of the camera. Running the silky body butter across my skin. Taking extra care of my breasts. Suddenly the bath filled with foam. So much I couldn't see the water. I turned around to see the Raven completely nude.

A thick patch of white hair set on a rather nice pair of beefy pecks. He was large. Not ripped, but strong and built for war. His arms were well defined. An image of a large hammer came to mind. Not one for building. One used to break skulls open on a battlefield. Thick succulent thighs. But what made me forget I was a taken woman? A thick meaty cock nestled in curls of black. It wasn't hard to miss being the darkest hair on his body. It twitched with delight as he inched deeper into the water.

As I was mesmerized he disappeared underneath the foam. I inched further away. Eventually realizing I did exactly what he wanted. I allowed him to back me in a corner at my most vulnerable. Fuck!
He rose, his waves now straightened and plastered to his face. He pushed it back, his arms now placed along each side of me. Boxing me in as he towered over me. His deep molten pools of amber trailed over the skin he could see. He leaned into me, his body an inch from touching mine.

"See anything you like princess?"

I pushed him away from me. He didn't fight it. A laugh reverberated throughout the room.

"What are you doing?"

"Bathing, just as you are. There's more than enough room for us both."

I rolled my eyes and swam to the opposite end. I thought about getting out, but something told me if I turned my back to him. He'd pounce. I sat on the steps as I finished bathing. His lids dropped as he watched me. His hand drifted below the water. It moved to the pace of my heartbeat. Twisting and pulling.

I couldn't peel my eyes away from him. His head lolled back and a growl escaped past his lips. The sound echoed across the tile. His fangs extended completely as he spent himself in his hand. The sounds that ripped through the room as he came, made my legs spread slightly. He licked the cum from his fingers. As each digit dipped into his mouth he lapped and sucked. I couldn't help but imagine a penis slipping past those luscious lips.

"I was right. Your pleasure holds an even more intoxicating allure than your discomfort."

"I don't understand you. You say your tastes run differently. But then you clearly want to fuck me."

"I enjoy masculinity and power. You reek of both. I could care less what's between your legs unless it's my cock."A large smirk crossed his face. "Your pulse says you desire the same. If you tell me what you are, I'll happily ease both our pain."

He inched closer to me. Until he was only a few feet away. I pushed my leg out so he couldn't advance any further. My toes digging into his shoulder.

"I'm engaged."

"So am I."

"I thought you killed Anton."

"Sophie, marrying her is the only way to obtain Louisiana. Once she has you. I'll be a married man." His fingers caressed my hairy legs. "Let me shave you. I prefer my partners hairless."

"I'm not yours."

"You will be. Regardless of if I keep you here or you stay in Louisiana. You, little princess, are now mine. " I grabbed his head full of hair and yanked it hard. His moans were beautiful. His hand drifted below the water once more. "You're the first to dare put your hands on me. It makes me want to break you. Make you bend to my will!" His pace quickened.

"You're sick you know that."

I pushed him away and turned to leave. That was a mistake. He grabbed me. I was against his chest. His arms under my breast. His tongue barely caressed my ear.

"I've seen the way you look at me. That curiosity. The loneliness you feel here. You're aching for touch. To be fucked. You need it as much as the blood. Let me soothe your hunger." His cock against my back. Still, rock hard. I grabbed it. Digging my nails into his nuts. Making him bleed.

"I told you what would happen if you touched me." Thick ropy spurts of cum leaked out in my hands. I back handed him hard before leaving. I could feel his eyes burning holes into my flesh as I left.

As soon as I was alone. I couldn't resist. He was right. I've been craving a thick cock. Being filled with cum. My cum coated fingers went to quick work inside me. Twisting and caressing until my juices mixed with his.

I needed more. I found the hairbrush. I fucked myself with the cold metal handle. It pushing past my walls and hitting that angle. I squirted all over my white sheets.

Thoughts of Bill mixed with ones of another. Eric. The entire experience reminded me of him. The difference? Eric wouldn't have let me leave. He would have fucked me raw right on the bathtub steps.

I lost count of how many times my juices leaked out of my body. I passed out after and didn't wake until the following morning. The brush now missing and in its place a rather large glass dildo. The shape made me blush. It was his cock. I decided to give him a show.

I lubed it up really well and fucked my ass. I rode his glass cock until I came into a blubbering mess. Switching from my ass to my pussy until it was creamy and begging to be sucked clean. Over the speaker sounds of him fucking someone echoed into my room. Whoever it was screamed over and over in pleasure.

Once finished I made sure to scream out his name over and over in ecstasy. The last sound I heard was him killing whomever he fucked. He continued to pound into them until all that was heard was him cumming one last time.

Later that night I found out where he slept. It wasn't locked to my surprise. I found the man he fucked and murdered still splattered on the walls. He actually slept in a coffin. I was deep in the castle. Possibly underground from how cool it was down here. His coffin was made of some type of stone and looked to be quite old. Effigies were carved into the stone. One was a bird. A Raven.

"I changed my name because... I changed. As time moved on I began to lose connection with my people. Having you around has reminded me of them."

His voice scared the shit out of me. I hadn't realized he wasn't in the stone coffin.

"I see. Is that why you're holding me hostage? I remind you of 'home', or something."

"Sort of."

"Is Bill alright?"

"No. He's dying. Giving up hope. The last I heard he's been begging for you to save him. While you prance around here for my attention."

"You give me what I want when I play for you. Touch myself. Walk around here naked acting like a whore for only your pleasure."

"I lost control today." His eyes trailed over to the bloodstains

"It sounded like you were in complete control to me."

"I wasn't. Hearing my name uttered from your lips, it did something. I thought about killing you. For making me feel these... things."

"Why didn't you?"

"I'd be alone again. "

"Let me go. Please. I just want to go home."

"Tell me what you are and I'll set you free."

"You're lying."

"I know."

Raven appeared before me. His hand wrapped around my throat. Not squeezing just holding me.

"Your little whimpers of pleasure set something loose in me. I can't let you live. But I can't kill you either. I've tried.

I stood over you as you slept. Ready to end my suffering. Your cum drenched sheets were what saved you. The only thing I could think about? Was slipping past those lips and shooting my load into you.

I haven't touched a woman in centuries yet I find myself fantasizing about you. So much so, when that beautiful creature I destroyed didn't make the same sounds like you. I snapped his neck.

I've been intrigued by you since you called me Raven. Anton grew jealous. He could see I was occupied by another. I came home because he threatened to harm you. I retaliated out of anger. Simply refusing to listen as he claimed he never touched a hair on your head. You little minx, cost him his life. Now, I'd like to sleep. "

"It felt good. The glass was cool and slick inside me. I felt full. But it wasn't enough. I needed more." His hand clenched tight as he growled in my ear.

"Your cunt is dripping wet. I can smell it. If you don't leave, I'll do something I'll regret. Please don't make me hurt you, my princess."

He shoved me into his coffin. It hit my back hard. I cut my palms on the top. As I left he lapped greedily at my blood. The sounds he made put fear in my heart. I was walking a tightrope with Raven. The more I push him, the deeper he falls.

The next morning. When I awoke he sat at the end of my bed. It wasn't an unfamiliar sight. He had begun doing this to study me. Something was wrong this time.

"Raven?"

"Im setting you free. Bill is 60 miles south of me. He's being held by Lorena. She has wolves as guards during the day. "

"I don't understand?"

"Do you remember asking me if I've ever been in love?"

"Yes."

"This is the closest I've ever been to it. I'm being driven slowly insane by a woman. A woman! I've never found them particularly interesting. Fun to play with yes. But interesting? I'd rather slit my wrists. But you? You must leave and never return."

I rose slowly from the bed. He kept his eyes pinned to the wall. His hands were handcuffed in silver.

"You did this to yourself?"

"If I didn't, I'd stop you. I don't want to do that. So leave, before I change my mind."

I sat on his lap. He stopped breathing. His cock bounced between my legs. I brushed his hair out of his face and kissed his cheek. A single red tear dropped out of his eye.

"Thank you."

I took off. Every door is now open. Including the one that led to outside. I didn't look back I just kept running. Little did I know. It was a trap.