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Chapter Twenty Five: The Cage

Ville, chained to the floor in a very similar fashion as before, sat with his head hung. His legs were chained right behind the knees and ankles; but instead of his wrists chained to the floor, they were chained to the wall behind him so that his arms were pulled backward.

His shirt was ripped from his body earlier, before he was put in this cell. He was hung from the ceiling and given 24 lashes. But it was no ordinary whip, for other wise the gaping slashes in his back would have healed almost instantly. 24 bloody cuts ran across his back, criss crossing this way and that making the pain more intoxicating. Then hot steam was blown straight onto them, making his screams echo all around the chamber. Then he was dragged down here and left to either rot and die or be killed later.

Ville didn't know how long he'd been down here, but he was becoming weak. The restraints on his arms where holding him up more then holding him back.

Light footsteps treaded down the stairs and he looked through his hair to see his former master standing not 3 feet in front of him. A wine glass of blood in his right hand and a smug grin on his face.

"Now, isn't this a pretty picture?" He took a sip of the blood and Ville tried to jerk against his holds. "Hmmm. Somebody's hungry. You shouldn't let yourself go like that Ville; your eyes don't look as seductive in red."

"Shut up, bastard. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."

"Weren't for me? You came to me my dear boy. You were 21 years old and looking for protection from your sister. Oh. And that reminds me. I'm going to hold up my end of the deal. I'm going to get you protection from your sister…" He took a swallow of blood before continuing, "I'm going to have her killed."

"NO!! I won't do it!!"

"You? Don't make me laugh. You don't work for me anymore. But I have others that won't have any problem breaking her neck. He isn't exactly a trained Vampire, but that's ok. If he gets himself killed, I have others. Ville Valo, I'd like you to meet Jared Leto." A tall, dark haired man walked out from the shadows. The ends of his hair were as red as blood while the rest was a black as his eyes. Jared skin glowed in the dark dungeons, almost like a light. "He was born a vampire, but he was always on the wild side. You've heard that last name before haven't you? Leto. Yes. I wonder. Oh, yeah. Shannon Leto, Vivian's dead husband. Do you see the connection now? This is Shannon's older brother.

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haha... i bet your confused now.

sorry to those who wanted this before christmas, it just wasn't going to happen. i'm a traveler and i almost died with out my computer. but all the while i was thinking up things for my story. so i have a few chapters up my sleeve. R&R

authors note: my keyboard is on the fritz, i got about half way through the next chapter but since it's taken me 20 minutes just to write this auhors note you guys are going to have to wait for my new computer. sorry.