Chapter 28: Chapter Twenty-Eight

It took me a few moments to shake the confusion loose after being basically transported upstairs in the blink of an eye, but when I did, any thought I had of apologizing was over. He was screaming at me for looking around the house he put me in. What did he expect me to do, stay in my bedroom all day?

"I was looking around, Damien. When did you get home?" I responded, rubbing my eyes as my headache returned.

"I saw you go into the basement on the camera. I got here as quickly as I could." Damien responded, saying it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why do you have that man locked up?"

"Bast, the reasoning for that is beyond you." Damien said as he took my arm and lead me away from the basement, like he was afraid that man would escape and attack me.

I tried to get loose, but to no avail as he continued to pull me, completely undeterred by my efforts. Damien proceeded to pull me from in front of the basement, out of the hallway, and into the main hall until we reached the water fountain before the main door. I cried out as his impossibly sharp nails dug into my arm, but he didn't seem to notice as he directed me.

"Damien, stop! You're hurting me!" I exclaimed.

"Calm down." Damien spat when he finally released me, not noticing the blood dripping down his fingers, as he released me.

I didn't respond as I began to hold my arm, whimpering. His nails were short, but still as sharp as claws, and left four puncture wounds where he'd wrapped his hand around my arm. My arm was quickly covering with blood, and some sort of black sludge. I cried out as I saw my veins turning black, almost immediately feeling faint, and sickly. I could feel a sort of spasm going through my body as the venom made its way through my blood stream.

"Oh fuck, SAM!" Damien yelled as he dropped to his knees in front of me, then brought his mouth to my arm, and began sucking the venom out. Sam was by my side in seconds, immediately biting into his wrist causing it to bleed furiously, then putting it to my lips. "I got the venom out." Damien said as he lifted his head and saw my fighting against Sam, refusing to drink his blood. "Bast, you need to drink."

"Bast, please. You've lost too much blood, you need to drink or you might die." Sam pleaded to me.

"No!"

Damien snarled as he pulled me into his arms, and ran upstairs, then laid me on the bed. He ran a finger down the side of his throat, opening a deep gash. "Please, my love, don't do this." Damien pleaded, his eyes soft with emotion, as he laid down, with me on his chest, putting my face to his throat.

I continued to fight against him, resisting the urge to drink. What if I couldn't pull away like before? What if I drank too much and died anyways? "Damien, just stop." I cried out, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

"Bast, if you refuse to drink, I will inject you." Damien growled as he pushed me up slightly, allowing him to look into my eyes as he spoke.

I was stunned to silence with what he'd said. He didn't care if I wanted to or not, he only cared about forcing me to live, to serve his needs. Just like I am a child's possession. So how long would I be before he tosses me to the side, bored?

I reluctantly gave up the fight and put my mouth to his wound, drinking softly. The memory of the effects was still vivid in my mind, but it seemed like my memory had faded, compared to what the real thing felt like. Waves of pleasure and relief rushed through me as I felt my arm healing, the wound closing the second I took my first sip. With the second sip, I felt what was left of the venom burning out and dissipating. The third sip was nothing but immense primal desire. I couldn't stop myself from pressing against him, grinding my pelvis with his.

Damien didn't try to make me stop drinking this time, instead he allowed me to continue as he ripped off my clothes, tearing them to shreds without a seconds thought. He put his arms around me as he rolled me underneath him before removing his pants, and pushing himself inside me. When he entered me, I felt no pain as I moaned out, and raised my hips to meet his. He didn't hold himself back as thrust, as hard and deep as he could, putting one hand on the back of my head to keep me drinking.

I finally broke myself away from his throat, then brought my lips to his, but he moved his face away from me with a guttural growl. This wasn't just sex for him, it was him laying claim on me. He was still very much upset at me, and was only doing this to prove to me that I was his. When this realization hit me, I felt tears running down my cheek. I put my forehead against his throat, so he couldn't see my tears, wrapping my arms around him and holding him tightly. "I'm sorry." I whispered in his ear.

Damien immediately stopped as his entire body tensed. He put his hand against my chest and pushed me, forcing me to lay completely down, revealing my tear stained cheeks. "Did I hurt you?" He asked me, his eyes wide with emotion.

I shook my head as I looked up into his face, looking into his eyes. I was wrong about what he was doing, and I could see that now. He wasn't laying claim on me, he was giving me what my body was desiring, due to drinking his blood. He was doing this out of guilt, not desire. "No."

He pulled himself away from me with a sigh, and went into the bathroom to start the shower. He came back out a few moments later, then lifted me and carried me into the shower. He set me down on the edge of the tub, then left the room.

I waited for him to come back, but after a few minutes, I knew he wasn't going to. I felt my heart pounding as my tears began to run freely again. I felt like my heart was breaking as I sat in the tub, underneath the water, bringing my knees to my chest.