her decision to see the rest of Daniel’s operation spoke of her character and her abilities. He approved of her and his damn heart swelled.
I promise you that I’ll make this quick for your sake.
He shut his emotions down, knowing that he was about to put Shayna through an unimaginable hell. In his own mind, he set up the course he’d take, traveling at the fringes of Daniel’s immense operation in order to avoid detection. At the same time, he’d layer the level of atrocity and sexual violations she’d have to witness, beginning with the mildest first. There were a couple of venues, involving animals, he’d avoid altogether.
But she’d be witness to the rest.
Let’s go.
She didn’t say anything but her arm tightened around his neck. In turn, he held her more firmly at her waist. All the while, she continued to stream his power.
He flew deeper still and showed her a vast holding pen in an enormous cavern. The whole place was kept filthy in order to continue demoralizing the women, all of whom were naked and chained at the neck, and at the wrists and ankles. Hundreds milled around feeding troughs, or open latrines. Fights broke out. Groups of guards armed with Tasers raped or beat the women at will.
Daniel makes them live like animals to break them. He starves them and gives the guards license to do whatever they want. The women are sorted here as well. Those who show spirit, who aren’t broken, are usually sent to auctions and go to the highest bidders. Those vampires who buy at auction tend to be the worst sadists, the ones who want women who will hold on to their humanity as long as they can while being brutalized in calculated stages.
The women who become dominant, who will hurt other women to survive, are put in sex shows and orgies. Some work in the cavern system for as long as two years. But Shayna, very few live beyond the two-year point. This is a death sentence. Sometimes it happens quickly. At least two percent won’t leave this holding area.
She was very quiet, and he sensed she was shut down in order to handle what he was showing her.
Next, he took her to the adjoining bathing rooms where guards oversaw the cleanup of women ready to be moved through the system. Even here, the women were slapped or beaten, forced to become docile or risk being hurt again.
He flew up this time at a shallow angle to an open sex club with a ring of private booths and a large pit in which male vampires brutalized more women. A few slaves served drinks, but sex acts were rampant everywhere, as was the use of drugs. Vampires liked opiates.
It’s the screaming. Shayna’s voice sounded small and wounded within his head.
Unfortunately, the screams are part of the thrill.
She was trembling now and couldn’t seem to stop. But she didn’t say anything more. He pressed on, even though there was worse to come.
He took her through several private suites, slowing his pace only long enough for her to see and to understand. The individual woman, or sometimes several women, were being bitten, cut, and hung in chains, or laid out on tables, bound, and held spread-eagled, sometimes on their backs, sometimes on their stomachs. More than one died as he moved her from room to room. The floors were mostly made of cement with drains, the easiest ways to keep a slavery situation free of debris once a session was over.
Shayna’s body stiffened next to his. He knew what was coming. Again, couldn’t be helped.
Marius, I’m gonna throw up.
As before, he drifted into solid rock. Just let it go.
She heaved repeatedly. Does it get worse than this?
No, not worse, just more. I’ll breeze you through the rest only to give you a feel for the volume of this setup.
Okay, because I really can’t take much more.
I know. We’re almost done.
She wept now and as she slid her arm around his neck, she kept wiping at her face. I can’t stop crying.
I know. It’s okay. He realized tears of his own had started leaking from his eyes.
I promise you that I’ll make this quick for your sake.
He shut his emotions down, knowing that he was about to put Shayna through an unimaginable hell. In his own mind, he set up the course he’d take, traveling at the fringes of Daniel’s immense operation in order to avoid detection. At the same time, he’d layer the level of atrocity and sexual violations she’d have to witness, beginning with the mildest first. There were a couple of venues, involving animals, he’d avoid altogether.
But she’d be witness to the rest.
Let’s go.
She didn’t say anything but her arm tightened around his neck. In turn, he held her more firmly at her waist. All the while, she continued to stream his power.
He flew deeper still and showed her a vast holding pen in an enormous cavern. The whole place was kept filthy in order to continue demoralizing the women, all of whom were naked and chained at the neck, and at the wrists and ankles. Hundreds milled around feeding troughs, or open latrines. Fights broke out. Groups of guards armed with Tasers raped or beat the women at will.
Daniel makes them live like animals to break them. He starves them and gives the guards license to do whatever they want. The women are sorted here as well. Those who show spirit, who aren’t broken, are usually sent to auctions and go to the highest bidders. Those vampires who buy at auction tend to be the worst sadists, the ones who want women who will hold on to their humanity as long as they can while being brutalized in calculated stages.
The women who become dominant, who will hurt other women to survive, are put in sex shows and orgies. Some work in the cavern system for as long as two years. But Shayna, very few live beyond the two-year point. This is a death sentence. Sometimes it happens quickly. At least two percent won’t leave this holding area.
She was very quiet, and he sensed she was shut down in order to handle what he was showing her.
Next, he took her to the adjoining bathing rooms where guards oversaw the cleanup of women ready to be moved through the system. Even here, the women were slapped or beaten, forced to become docile or risk being hurt again.
He flew up this time at a shallow angle to an open sex club with a ring of private booths and a large pit in which male vampires brutalized more women. A few slaves served drinks, but sex acts were rampant everywhere, as was the use of drugs. Vampires liked opiates.
It’s the screaming. Shayna’s voice sounded small and wounded within his head.
Unfortunately, the screams are part of the thrill.
She was trembling now and couldn’t seem to stop. But she didn’t say anything more. He pressed on, even though there was worse to come.
He took her through several private suites, slowing his pace only long enough for her to see and to understand. The individual woman, or sometimes several women, were being bitten, cut, and hung in chains, or laid out on tables, bound, and held spread-eagled, sometimes on their backs, sometimes on their stomachs. More than one died as he moved her from room to room. The floors were mostly made of cement with drains, the easiest ways to keep a slavery situation free of debris once a session was over.
Shayna’s body stiffened next to his. He knew what was coming. Again, couldn’t be helped.
Marius, I’m gonna throw up.
As before, he drifted into solid rock. Just let it go.
She heaved repeatedly. Does it get worse than this?
No, not worse, just more. I’ll breeze you through the rest only to give you a feel for the volume of this setup.
Okay, because I really can’t take much more.
I know. We’re almost done.
She wept now and as she slid her arm around his neck, she kept wiping at her face. I can’t stop crying.
I know. It’s okay. He realized tears of his own had started leaking from his eyes.
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