Wicked Soul (Ancient Blood #1)(7)
“If you’re not out in three seconds, I’m coming in,” Mop shouted from the other side of the door.
“Chill, dude. Some of us can’t just shake dry,” I snarked before I opened the door and stepped out into the dingy hallway. “Why—“ I didn’t get to finish my sentence, because just as I exited the bathroom, Mop grabbed a hold of my long ponytail and ripped me off balance.
I squealed and flailed, but before I could right myself, Mop threw me against the wall, smashing my face against the hard surface. When he pressed his heavy body up against mine, pinning me there, sick dread settled in the pit of my stomach.
“There’s a good slut,” he hissed, and I felt the tip of a knife against my neck.
“You sick son of a bitch! If you try to rape me, I’ll rip your fucking balls off!” I tried to stomp at his feet, but he pressed the full length of the blade against my throat before I could get him, and I froze with a curse.
“I wouldn’t stick my dick in you if you were the last hole on Earth, race traitor,” he rasped. The sickening hardness pressing against the small of my back suggested otherwise, but I wasn’t about to goad him.
“Your vampire friend, however… Did you know they like to fuck after they feed? And trust me, we’ll get him to feed. We just need to make you a bit more irresistible, don’t we?” The blade sliced through the skin over my collarbone, sending searing pain through my chest and arm.
I cried out and tried to elbow him in the gut, but he had me completely immobilized against the wall. He cut me again, a long, languid movement across my shoulder, making me scream again.
Mop grunted, his excitement at my torture evident against my backside. He reached down between my legs to lift my dress up, and I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything else. How I was going to plunge that blasted knife deep into his gut the second I got the chance played before my mind’s eye. I clung to it with all my might.
But instead of ripping my panties off, Mop ran the blade over first my left and then my right inner thigh.
“There we go,” he rasped before licking the shell of my ear. I cringed away, and he laughed and finally shifted his weight off me. “All ready for your big date.”
I wanted to punch him so bad my fist ached, but all I could do was lean against the wall and draw in shuddering gasps of air to try and control the pain radiating through every cut he’d given me. He’d sliced through both my dress and bra straps, and blood dripped sluggishly from my wounds.
“You sick fuck,” I said. It sounded like more of a whimper than the curse I’d wanted it to. “You call the vampire a monster when you’re the one abducting and abusing me? You’re pathetic.”
“Oh, don’t you worry—once he gets a look at you, tits out and blood dripping, he’s most definitely going to abuse you,” Mop snarled. He fisted a hand in my hair again and yanked me along, pulling me back toward the stairs.
I stumbled after him, hissing at the pain in my scalp as well as my wounds, as I tried to both keep my dress up and not fall down so I’d get dragged along by my hair.
I made both sets of stairs still on my feet, but when Mop pushed the door to the basement open, he gave me a hard shove between the shoulder blades again, sending my sprawling to the floor.
I landed with a cry, the rough concrete scraping my knees and adding to my injuries.
“Dinner’s ready!” Mop sang. “All nice and juicy. Think she looks more appetizing now?”
A deep, inhuman snarl answered him. It sent goosebumps up and down my arms and made every hair on my body stand on end. It was the sound of a predator.
Sick dread filled my veins like icy lead as I turned my head to look in the direction of the sound.
It came from Warin. Only he didn’t look like Warin anymore. Instead of the handsome young man who’d seemed so calm and so human, a creature taken straight out of a horror movie stood there instead. He still had the same pale features, but his face was twisted in a furious snarl. Long, deadly fangs protruded from below his curled upper lip, gleaming with menace, and his eyes were pure demon black. Dark blood marred his skin and shirt from what looked like multiple stab wounds. He was still restrained by the thin chain, but from the way his muscles bulged, it looked like he was fighting against it with all his might. Like a trapped animal.
“Up you go!” Mop said as he grabbed my ponytail again and lifted me to my feet. “Since you love vampers so much, why don’t you go give him a big kiss?”
He dragged me by my hair toward the cage, paying no mind to my desperate attempts at scrambling backward and away from the furious monster.
I tried to bite, kick, and claw at my kidnapper as he unlocked the cage door, but he was much stronger than I. Mop threw me to the floor and I landed, sprawling and scraping my knees once more.
The cage door slammed shut behind me with a metallic clang. Sealing my fate.
I scrambled on my hands and knees to the farthest corner and curled up in a ball so I could keep my dress up and stem the bleeding form the deepest cut along my collarbone at the same time.
“Here ya go, vamper,” Sack said. “Perhaps she’s more to your liking now.”
And then he cut Warin’s chain with his hunting knife.
“Hope it was worth being a race traitor, deadwhore,” Mop called as they made their way to the basement door. Sack barked a rough laugh before the door shut behind them with a heavy clang.