The Dread of Damned

WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENT DETAILS (SKIPPABLE IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE) .

I'll add more graphic and gory details to the passage, but please note that it may be disturbing to some readers.

As I stepped out of the room, I caught a glimpse of Elara's sleeping figure peeking through the silk quilt. Her sweet face made me smile, and I felt a pang of satisfaction. I walked down the hallway, my footsteps echoing off the walls, until I reached a door that I opened with a sense of anticipation.

"How are you doing?" I asked the woman lying on the bed, my voice dripping with malice.

Her eyes were closed, and her fleshy breasts, adorned with earrings, rose and fell with each breath, creating a jingling sound that was music to my ears. Her breasts were mostly healed now, along with her asshole, which I had not allowed her to heal, causing the process to be slow. However, they were almost looking good now, with only small lines adorning her left breast, which was weighed down by the weight of the nipple. The skin was still tender, and I could see the faint outline of the wounds I had inflicted on her.

Her right breast, however, was swollen and purple, courtesy of the rope bound around its base, which had stopped all blood flow. I walked up to her, tracing my finger over the purple flesh, which looked like it would burst with a poke. I hooked my finger around the earring and tugged hard, making her eyes fly open as she screamed. The sound was music to my ears, and I felt my member throb with excitement.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself quite a bit," I said, laughing, the sound evil and filled with malice. "Your sleep is so peaceful that even my voice can't seem to disturb you."

"Forgive me, please," she sobbed, aware of her mistake, but more aware of the torment that awaited her, which made me happy.

"Why do you ask for forgiveness?" I asked, caressing her soft flesh, my question making her tremble. "You should tell me that sleeping is only a natural process, and you have nothing to do, laying around in this room alone all day."

"I don't dare," she choked.

"Ah, you're no fun," I said, before my nails extended, and I tore through her flesh, the soft and wet feeling making me relish. A deep gash was now visible on her stomach, and her voice was sharp with pain. The wound was deep, and I could see the layers of skin and muscle torn apart. I inserted my finger into the wound, feeling the warm, sticky blood coating my skin.

I turned her around, her fleshy ass making my hands itch, and I slapped her across the ass cheek, leaving a gash along with a mark behind. I did that a few more times, making her ass a bloody mess, with only purple skin left to show for it. The skin was torn and bruised, and I could see the faint outline of the bones beneath.

"Beautiful piece of art," I said, turning her around, her face now filled with tears, saliva dripping from her mouth, making my member throb. It wasn't because she was extraordinarily beautiful, but because I was enjoying myself too much. I dropped my trousers before getting on top of her, holding her face harshly, opening her mouth without using much force, and plunging deep into her throat in one clean sweep, making her gag. The vibrations only heightened my peak.

I felt her teeth grazing my base before I looked at her tearing, red eyes sharply. "Keep your teeth in check," I said, pushing myself down on her, the feeling of her throat convulsing too fulfilling. I could feel her jaw straining to accommodate my girth, and I knew I was stretching her to her limits.

"Your daughter now has a new identity," I commented, her eyes tearing more. "I made sure she had a new house and a few servants." I said, making her throat bob, the sensation maddening. I had my reasons behind saying that; I always said something about how her daughter was living a carefree life. I wanted to direct her hatred; I wanted her to know that her misery was courtesy of her daughter. Her misery only made me relish in her tears.

Before her teeth grazed me again, making my eyes snap open. It wasn't her fault; I knew my member was 6 feet now, girthy like a big rod, stretching her mouth to its absolute limit, just short of tearing her apart and dislocating her jaw. But I wasn't looking for a reason; I was just enjoying myself.

I raised my hand and slapped her purple, ballooning boob so hard that the ring flew out, tearing her black, big nipple into two. The sound of the nipple tearing was like music to my ears, and I felt a surge of excitement. The nipple was now split, and I could see the pink flesh beneath , oozing blood.

"AAhhh AAAAHHHH AAHHHHHhh," her cries resounded in the room, making me finally feel the bliss as I unloaded down her throat. I slapped her bleeding breast again, making her yelp. 

"Focus, don't you dare spill," I said, my dark tone making her come to her senses as she tried not to spill anything.

My length finally came out of her mouth, laced with saliva and my own essence. "Clean it," I said, making her lick it, the sensation empowering. Before I got down from the bed and walked to the earring on the ground, "What a disobedient little bitch, can't even keep a ring close to her," I said, turning towards her, making her eyes fill with fear.

Her nipple was now split into two as I went close and saw it. I held the two fleshy buds close harshly, making her scream before putting the ring back, now holding the two pieces of her dark nipples together. The nipple was now a twisted, bloody mess, the sight making me happy. 

"Now I should leave," I said, turning around and walking to the door.

When I was almost there, I turned around as I saw the light of hope disappear from her eyes, making me smile.

I walked up to her again, each step making her tremble, and I towered over her sitting figure on the bed as I brought out a thick rod filled with small spikes from a closet that I had ordered my mother to place in this room. It was filled with surprises.

I turned her around, spreading her bleeding ass cheek as her plucked hole came into view. I pushed my finger inside before taking it out, then I suddenly pushed the object in her, the spikes tearing her apart, her cries louder than before. The sound of her flesh tearing was like music to my ears, and I felt a surge of excitement. The rod was now embedded deep inside her, good oozing for the hole.

"I am about to leave for a while now," I said before slapping her ass, making her screaming quit down.

"You will keep this rod in you until I come back, so that I can do the honors," I said before getting back up.

"Look at me, I almost walked out, giving you the departure gift," I said, her red and purple flesh with a thick black rod embedded in between, deep gashes all around it. Vampires did not need to poop; they were not humans, so that was not going to be a problem.

I slapped her a bit more before actually turning around and leaving her figure laying there, both the back and behind riddled with pain. Sleep was going to be a challenging task now, I thought, hearing the symphony of her sobs drowning out behind me, making me smile.