Pleasurable Venom

Chapter 09: Faceless

"I told you..."..."She is…"..."Are you sure?"..."Of course I…"...

Male? No, female. Maybe? Two, there were two voices. Both male and female. My brows pulled together in confusion. My eyes blinked open and my lashes brushed up against cloth. Cloth? A pounding in the back of my skull didn't aid in helping me think and put thoughts in strings. Why? Why was there cloth over my eyes? My hand moved to pull it off, but something tight and wrapped around both my wrists halted my movement. Rope? Yes, rope. Rope was around my wrists. My legs, were my legs bound together. A few shifts of my legs confirmed they were. Fabric shifted over me with every shuffle. A blanket? No, it was heavier then that. A sack perhaps. Careful not to make any noise, I took a few breaths and thought over my situation.

Both my legs and arms were bound together with rope. I couldn't see through the cloth over my eyes, and I wasn't sure but I was more then likely in a sack of some sort. There were two people near by, more then likely in the room with me. One was male, one was female. I didn't recognize my area by smell, so I was unfamiliar with the exits and hiding places.

"Oh...you're awake." The female, now closer to me, stated. My head tilted upward, assuming she was standing above me. I felt the brief body heat of someone leaning over me then the fabric over my body vanished and the heat was gone. The quick swoosh of air was the only indication, before a heel hit my side painfully. The air in my lungs fled and I gasped in pain. Warm blood spread from my side over my stomach and seeped onto the ground beneath me. My lips pulled back and a small hiss escaped. More in pain then anything but my captor took it the wrong way and delivered another powerful kick, this time it hit my arm. It prevented a more serious injury but my arm ached and there was a 100% guarantee of a bruise later. I bit don on my lip to stifle a yelp.

"Now, since we are all now well aware of who is in charge here, where is he?" I let out a small groan and tears soaked through the obscuring my vision. I took another breath and shook my head, having no idea, who she or 'he' was, let alone where 'he' was. "I-I…" I swallowed down a bit of blood. "I-don't know who you are speaking of." I told her truthfully. She clicked her tongue and behind the cloth my eyes widened, another kick hitting my shoulder. Pain exploded in my arm and I couldn't stop the scream that slipped pass my teeth. "Nhgggg…" groaned and laid my forehead on the ground, willing just a tiny bit of the pain to go away. The strength in the kicks, it wasn't human! The realization that my life was in danger kicked in and my fangs extended.

"Pl-please, wh-who are you looking for?" I asked, desperate now. There was a few seconds of silence and then my body was being pulled up from the front of my dress. I gasped, instantly thinking the worst.

"You bitch, I know you know where he is, now you are going to tell me, or I can drag this out painfully." She spit into my ear. I shuddered and whimpered. I shook my head. No, I didn't know and because I didn't know who 'he' was, I was going to die, painfully going by what she had promised, and she obviously didn't have any qualms about delivering pain.

"Enough, Roanna, we can't kill her. Let her rest a bit, then you can have your fun later, or until she spills. She can barely talk right now. Just let her go, I will keep watch over her while you find what we need." The male voice spoke up for the first time and I breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful to whoever it was. My lungs burned and my entire right side was numb with pain. The hand around my collar let go and I yelped went my shoulder hit the ground, sending bolts of fire through my body.

"If she gets away, I will kill you." Roanna growled. Her footsteps retreated, then there was a slam of the door before a silence fell over the room. I couldn't hear the breathing of the male but I felt his presence. I choked and gagged on a mouthful of my own blood. "How long will it take for you to heal?" The voice seemed to echo in my head and I winced in pain. My brain ran over all of my injuries. "Uh...a couple days maybe." I estimated, not wanting to provoke another onslaught of attacks. "A couple of days? God, you are a low level one aren't you? Whatever." Confusion filled my mind. Low level what? Something hit the floor in front of me. The sound of liquid sloshing around inside a bottle caused me to tilted my head as best I could on the floor. "Its water." He scoffed. I rested my forehead on the ground again, sighing and trying to figure out what in the world he wanted me to do with it. I blinked against the cloth and waited for instructions. After a few minutes of silence I gulped and spoke up.

"Uh...what do you want me to do with it?" I asked. Another scoff and a chair was shoved back. I shrunk back. Heavy footfalls stopped in front of me. I heard him pick up the bottle and he took another step towards me. I froze in place.

A large hand gripped the back of my skull and pulled me u into a sitting position. I prepared my mind for the pain about to be dealt to my face but it didn't come. Instead, something cold and glass was placed against my lips. "Drink." I hurried to part my lips and swallow the cool water. It soothed my lips and I sighed again in relief. My body eagerly accepted the liquid and I felt it slide down my throat. Too soon the bottle was removed from my mouth. I help in the whimper of disappointment and I heard the bottle clink against the floor. Stone? Yes, stone floor. "I know you don't heal from water but I do know that the taste of your own blood isn't a pleasant one." He voiced. I swallowed again and nodded. "Thank you." I expressed my gratitude. There was a moment of silence. "You are welcome." He responded.

I heard a shuffle and I bit my lip, expecting to be hit but nothing happened and I let out the breath I was holding in. "You can relax." The male encouraged. I relaxed each of my muscles individually. My shoulder burned and my side felt like I had stabbed it but I forced myself to ignore the pain there. I had to trust this man. This faceless man.

"You don't know, do you?" I turned my head in the direction of the voice. I swallowed and hoped I hadn't missed something he said. "Uh…" was the only thing I could come up with to respond with. "Let me ask you, do you know a man? We believe he currently is a servant of sorts, going by the name Sebastian." I took a moment to think, my head growing a bit dizzy. "No, I am sorry but I am afraid I am not familiar with anyone but an undertaker. You see I was held in captivity my entire life, and I just recently escaped." I explained to him. He sucked in a breath and let out a curse.

"I must apologize for my sister's behavior." He confessed. I shook my head. "It wasn't your actions, do not apologize." I hurried to comfort. He was a good person. He should not have to apologize for something he did not do or cause. "Still I am sorry that you are involved in all this." He explained. I heard a shuffle and this time and I didn't flinch, as he reached around me and untied the cloth around my eyes. Instantly, I hissed and slammed them shut, the bright light from a lantern blinding me. "You okay?" He asked. I nodded slowly. Behind my eyelids I adjusted to the glow of the light and I slowly, very slowly opened them. Bit by bit the room filled where black had been.

I felt the rope around my ankles and wrists loosen and fall to the floor. I glanced around, taking in the dimly lit room. There were no windows and there was a single door. My best guess was a basement. There was a slight tinge of moist stone in the air, one that is created in basements. And considering I had only ever known a basement, it was an easy sight and smell I could recognize. I moved my glance to the table and chair sitting across the room against the wall. Both had seen better days and were in need of a new paint job. A smile cracked my lips then. It reminded me of Undertaker and when I had made a mess painting the coffin. Undertaker…

A blur of dark brown comes into view and I focus my vision on a man. His hair, dark brown, went down to brush the top of his ears. He had a stern look set upon his features. No facial hair and he was wearing a casual suit. HIs bowtie I noticed was missing and the first two buttons were undone. Sweat beaded his lightly tanned skin.

I swallowed and looked into his eyes. My artic blue met his brown ones and I sucked in a breath. I had never looked someone directly into the eyes before. He blinked and cleared his throat, looking down. I blushed, heavily, and looked to the side. I watched the stone and how the flames of the lantern casted shadows.

Suddenly, a sharp pain ran through my ribs and I hissed, my body throwing me into the nearest corner and my lips pulling back from my teeth. It took me a moment to register the hand in midair and the shocked expression on my captors face. I blinked and gasped. "I am sorry, it startled me." I explained. He blinked and the hand lowered. "Okay, I was just checking your wounds." He said. I nodded and slowly sat back down by him. "Thank you." I expressed and he smiled and nodded.

I lifted my arm with much effort and let him prod with his fingers around my side, sending more pain through my body but I gritted my teeth and dealt with it. It wasn't as bad when it wasn't by surprise. I winced occasionally and he would stop before asking me if it hurt too much. I shook my head, I could deal with this.

After he was satisfied with the amount of poking and prodding he had done I lowered my arm and cradled it to my chest. He got up and sat down in the chair, I assumed that was where he previously had sat before Roanna had left. He looked in deep thought so I let him be and I leaned back against the stone of the wall.

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I woke with a startle when the door slammed open. It banged against the wall and I was instantly alert. A woman who appeared to be in her late twenties stormed in. She had pale skin and midnight hair that fell to her lower back in loose curls. She was wearing a plain grey dress and had no jewelry but she wasn't wearing shoes. Her eyes were a stormy grey, they reminded me of cold metal. My skin crawled and my breathing sped up.

"I SWEAR I…" Her eyes caught sight of me and travelled to my wrists. "What...is...she...doing...untied pray tell." Her voice dripped with venom and silent rage. I blinked and instantly wanted to rush to the man's defense but I wouldn't move and she was focused on him already. "Roanna, she doesn't know anything!" He raised his voice and I knew then that he shouldn't have said anything. A flash of the men from my past blinded me and a sharp slap sent me back to reality.

The woman, Roanna, she had her hand in the air diagonally across her chest and the man was looking to the side, a blossoming angry red handprint on his cheek. I bit my lip and looked away. "You are nothing more then a brainless idiot." She hissed and then she slammed the door on her way out. I waited a full ten minutes before I dared to move.

I was kneeling by the man in seconds. "Does it hurt?" I asked concerned for him. He straightened and nodded. I searched his face for any more damage but was relieved to find none. "Yeah, I'm fine." He stated, bringing the back of his hand up to the glowing handprint. "Why do you stay with her?" I asked gritting my teeth and resisting the urge to hiss. He shook his head and stood up roughly. I jerked back and went into defense. I shouldn't have asked such a personal question. Stupid me. I mentally slapped myself.

He stopped for a minute, looking like he was about to say something. I waited and relaxed over time. He opened his mouth and then shut it again several times before speaking up. "It's Adrian. My name is Adrian." I barely caught it before he left me alone in the room, shutting the door behind him.