TWISTED FATES BOOK 2: EVEN MORE TWISTED

Sammie

“Hello, lover … miss me?”

I made my way over to the wooden table adorned with various objects used for torture. A smile crept across my lips as I slowly ran my fingertips along each and every lethal item. I turned my back to Justin. My hands were trembling, but I refused to let him see my fear. I would not give him the pleasure of knowing how much his presence terrified me. He took everything from me. Now it was my turn to take something from him. Every once in a while, I would rest my hand on an item and grin while I turned and looked over at Justin’s reaction. His eyes began to showcase the fear that was seeping through his angry facade.

I put on a pair of leather gloves and slipped on a three-pronged Kakute ring on each of my thumbs and index fingers. I left the spikes out to serve as knuckledusters (the brass knuckle effect).

I scanned the weapons on the table once more and found my weapon of choice.

I let my hands tighten their grip around a black wooden pole the size of a hammer that had two silver chains attached. At the end of each chain were five razor-sharp talons, thus earning the weapon its name, the silver claw.

I chuckled as I walked over to Justin. His eyes grew wide when he noticed the weapon I was holding.

I removed his gag. I wanted to hear him screaming for me with as much enthusiasm as I was when he assaulted me.

Immediately he tried to assert his anger towards me, which only made me laugh harder.

“You fucking BITCH! Let me go!”

My response to Justin’s outrage was a backhand across his face. The sharp silver prongs tore through his cheek, making blood begin to trickle freely.

“Is that all you got?” He hissed.

Another backhand across his other cheek, causing three more deep, serious gouges to form, was my only reply.

Justin laughed and spat blood from his mouth onto the floor at my feet.

“You know, I knew you were soft, baby. No matter what I do, you can’t hurt me, Sammie. You know it. I fucked you, and you loved it!”

I clenched my jaw and swung the silver claw angrily at Justin’s chest.

“Fuck you, Justin!” I screamed as ten razor-sharp blades sliced through his bare flesh in their wake.

“AAARRRRGGHHH! I’m so gonna kill you bitch; just you wait!”

I belted several more blows of the silver claw, this time across his back, resulting in multiple deep bloody lacerations as the hooks tore through his muscle tissue without mercy. Corpulent bloody flesh flailed all over the room like rain splattering everything in its wake. There were small reddish-pink bits that had attached themselves onto the talon’s blades when they were retracted. His back was so tattered that it bore a strong semblance to ground beef; the outer layers of skin were barely visible as most of his back had been ripped to shreds by the weapon’s vicious claws.

“AAAARRRRGGHHH!” Justin’s screams resonated throughout the tiny room.

I gripped his hair tightly, yanking his head back as I glared at him.

“What’s the matter, baby? Does it hurt? I’m only trying to make you feel good, baby. Isn’t that what you told me, you sick sadistic son of a bitch!?”

He just laughed at me and sneered.

I backhanded his temple once again, creating new abrasions across his bloodied face.

“I am so gonna love making you suffer when I get out of here bitch! You can’t keep me here for long.” He threatened through clenched bloodied teeth.

“We’ll see about that.” I spat back.

I laughed and walked back over to the table, looking for a new toy. I removed my rings and gloves, deciding to relish in feeling the weapons with my own bare hands. It seemed more personal this way.

My eyes eagerly settled upon a silver serrated blade. It was a decent size; I knew I’d enjoy putting it to good use.

I sauntered over to Justin and knelt in front of him, setting the blade on the cold cement ground next to me. I smiled, licking my lips as I ran my hands along the muscles of his upper thighs. Slowly, I ran the tips of my fingers across the waistline of his jeans, causing Justin to let out a small moan. I stopped and glared at him.

Despite everything, the sick bastard was getting aroused. Ridiculous. This man has no shame.

Some of the wounds I had inflicted were slowly starting to heal. No surprise, he is a vampire like me, after all. But I knew despite that fact, there were some things his body wouldn’t be able to repair. I allowed my blood-stained fingers to tug at the leather belt around his waist and, with one swift motion, sent his belt flying across the room.

He looked at me inquisitively. I ignored him as I slowly unbuttoned his tight jeans and slid the zipper down, allowing his boxers to peek through the open flaps of his denim jeans. He licked his lips in anticipation.

“See. I always knew you were a little slut, Sammie. You can pretend all you want, but we both know you liked it when I handled you roughly, didn’t you?”

“Is that what you think, Justin? That I enjoyed you violating me when I was unconscious … that I enjoyed you drugging me and beating me … you think I enjoyed what you did to me?”

A sinister chuckle escaped his lips.

“I know you did. Look, baby, I know you were a little upset. I admit I was a tad too rough, and I apologize. But you got your little tantrum out of your system. Now I am willing to let it slide if you stop this nonsense and let me go like a good little girl- “

“NO! This isn’t some tantrum, Justin. This is payback for what you did to me, and I’m going to make sure you don’t have the chance to do this again.”

“Sure, you are, baby. We both know this is as far as you’ll take your little game. You won’t kill me, and we both know it. I will get out of here. And once I do, I am going to enjoy making your sweet little ass pay for this over and over and over again. I plan on making you my own personal little whore!”

“You’re pathetic; you know that?”

“Am I? Why because you don’t want to admit that you’re a slut who cheated not once but twice on her little dog of a mate? And what … now you want to scream rape because you got caught. Please bitch. At least I was willing to keep you, unlike someone else who just fucked you then tossed you aside like yesterday’s trash-”

“What did you say?”

“Oh, come on, Sammie, don’t act like you didn’t know.”

“Know what, Justin?”

Justin’s eyes widened as if he had a sudden epiphany and immediately burst into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, shit, baby, you really didn’t know, did you? Wow! That’s even more pitiful. Guess someone’s not as perfect as they pretend to be.”

“What the fuck are you babbling about, Justin?”

“Your Mr. Perfect, baby. He did the same thing to you that I did. The only difference is, he didn’t leave a mark.”

“W-what?”

“Yep, your little creeper vampire, he’s still alive. As a matter of fact, he’s staying with Dasha and me. Where do you think we got that lovely potion from Sammie? Dasha made it so that we could make you our bitch. It looks like it worked. Shit, your little Mr. Perfect paid a visit to you just like I did not too long ago and was bragging about how many times he made your sweet pussy cum for him. So, tell me, who’s the fucking whore now, Sammie?”

His words stung like ice-cold shards cutting through my sanity. Justin had to be lying. He had to be.

Jareth is … alive?

That can’t be right.

Jareth wouldn’t do what Justin did to me.

Jareth wouldn’t intentionally hurt me.

Jareth wouldn’t

Do

That

To

Me!

No

No

NO!

I dropped whatever had been clutched in my hand as the room around me began to sway back and forth all around me.

I can’t do this … Please .. help me.

Let me take over, Sammie.

I slowly nodded my head in shock.

OK …

It was as if a switch suddenly was flipped inside us. All the pain, the anguish, the humiliation, and the fear suddenly plagued our inner recesses until any trace of our humanity had dissipated into the deepest darkest depths of our soul, never to be seen again. We could feel every emotion Sammie had ever felt quickly drain from our body until there was nothing. We felt nothing but pure unadulterated rage, and our sights locked in onto their first target.

Justin.

My irises became a pool of black obsidian, and my incisors elongated, exposing my sharp, deadly fangs. I was no longer Sammie. Only the true nature of the lethal predator that she was born to be remained standing.

Without warning, I picked up the silver blade, grabbed his paltry manhood, and in one swift motion, Justin became a eunuch.

I discarded his severed member onto the blood sodden ground. Justin’s tortured screams reverberated within the tiny room like a beautiful melodic symphony for my ears to revel in. I lunged forward and straddled him, piercing his neck with my sharp fangs, bleeding him dry like a rapacious animal, void of any emotion other than hunger. My claws were shredding every inch of the sinewy tissue that covered his now bloodied form. Globs of pink and red meaty flesh were strewn across the floor as my nails continued to burrow their way through tissue, bone, muscle, and tendon. Entrails lay askew from the gaping hole my claws had managed to excavate completely through Justin’s abdomen.

Suddenly the door to the interrogation room was thrust open. I could hear the loud gasps of the ones called Devon, Michael, and Aiden intertwined with Justin’s blood-curdling cries.

“Sammie, STOP!” Devon screamed.

But it was too late.

I turned my head to face them, slowly licked the blood from my lips, and just smiled at my newly acquired audience.

I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to stop making Justin pay for what he did to us, and if they tried to stop me, then I would make them suffer too.