Page 128 of Dark Fate

The beast inside is clawing its way out, raging in the fucking darkness now that Dani's vanished—haven't been fed in days, weeks, I don't know anymore. The bloodlust is reaching its peak. My fangs ache for flesh. But I'll be damned if I lose my grip. I've gotta keep the faith that she'll come back to me. I know it in my soul.

I've weathered some shit, but this place wants to swallow me up and spit out whatever's left. Can't let that happen. Gotta dig deep and hold on—for her.

"Azrael! You piece of shit, let me the hell out!" I'm not gonna let whatever twisted game they're playing drag Dani into this go down.

Minutes tick by, then the door of the cell grinds open, and a flood of torchlight damn near blinds me. Amara struts in, Azrael—her damn enforcer—right on her heels. They're both grinning like they've cornered me, and it churns my gut to see it. But I lock eyes with them, not giving an inch.

"Seems my pet's getting antsy in his pen," Amara drawls, running a pointed nail down my chest. I keep my stare dead ahead, not giving her the satisfaction of reacting to her bullshit.

"Where's my brothers, you ugly bitch?" I demand.

Azrael's fist plows into my face. The coppery, metallic taste of blood floods my mouth in an instant. "Tsk, tsk, Mr. Eriksson. Didn't anyone ever teach you that it's rude to speak out of turn?" he chides, his voice dripping with mock disapproval and sadistic amusement.

Amara's icy cackle bounces off the walls. "Mmm….your filthy tongue only fuels me more. You ready to give in to my desires yet—my pet?"

I raise my head and spit blood at her feet. She snarls, her claws twitching to tear me apart. But she smiles slowly instead, a viper waiting to strike. "Alright then. We'll keep this little game going a while longer."

"Fuck you."

"Oh, I'm just waiting until you do." She cracks her palm against my bare chest, curiosity burning in her eyes. "I'm really itching to find out if what you're spouting is true or not," she snaps at Azrael.

He grins back, "There's only one way to find out."

What the hell are they on about?

She tears into me with those claws, shredding me up like a goddamn piece of meat, then goes to town, sucking down my blood 'til my head's spinning and my legs are shaking.

She purrs, her tongue darting out to lick her bloody lips. "Mmm...delicious," she moans, her hands caressing my body in a sensual manner. "Your blood is like an aphrodisiac. I can feel it coursing through me."

I want to fucking puke.

"But I can't help but wonder...what other fluids of yours would satisfy me in more...intimate ways?" Her eyes gleam with a wicked hunger as she leans in closer, ready to explore all the dark desires that linger within her.

"Fucking kill me now, damn it," I growl, a sneer of disdain aimed right at her.

"Didn't I tell you?" Azrael says, eyeing her like I'm not even in the goddamn room.

"My dear, your information never fails to arouse me. The notion of vampiric essence being so intoxicating never crossed our minds—we saw it as a mere poison, a toxin. It is nothing short of pure ecstasy."

She grinds herself on me, staking her claim like I'm her damn prize, and in this moment, nothing tempts me more than the thought of sweet, dark nothingness.

Her seductive gaze meets mine as she whispers, "It's lust in a venomous bottle." I can feel her twisted desires seeping through every word.

In a split second, she yanks down my pants, and they hit the floor with a thud. Bound and strained to the fucking max, I keep fighting against her, but every tug just amps up the excruciating agony pulsing through my arms.

"You have no idea the things I'm gonna do to you, pet," she growls, high as a fucking kite and buzzing from my blood. Nothing can stop her now, and my gut twists with nausea at the thought.

She grabs my balls with a firm grip, then takes hold of my flaccid cock and starts to pump it roughly. I feel a surge of disgust and anger as she touches me, and I have to fight the urge to vomit.

"Oh, my, my... The rumors about men of your stature appear to hold water—well endowed, indeed," she purrs.

Azrael's voice cuts through the air like a serrated blade, his words dripping with disdain. "For fuck's sake, Amara, I don't have time for your incessant, horny shit right now. I assure you, there will be ample time to indulge your depraved little fantasies later," Azrael scoffs, his voice laden with exasperation and contempt. "Keep your hands off the merchandise for now," he demands, his lip curling contemptuously.

Amara's body locks up rigid as hell, like some invisible force just slams the brakes on her. She's forced to release her grip on me, and I let out the breath I'd been choking back.

Even Azrael can tell this is one fucked-up situation.

Azrael forcefully inserts himself into my field of vision, his iron grip seizing my jaw in a bruising hold as he pries my eyelids apart with ruthless fingers. "Well, well, well, just as I suspected... the clock's ticking, Rhyland, and it won't be long before that savage beast inside you takes the reins. And when it does, your soul will be served up to Moretemis on a silver platter—now that's what I call a truly delectable prize," he gloats, his laughter ringing out like a demented hyena reveling in the twisted hilarity of his own sick joke.

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