Dark Desires

Kit cradled her now painfully throbbing wrist and watched in silence as Kaotiks stormed out of the room. In frustration she hurls a vase sitting beside her at the door as the lock tumbles. Her mind racing, Kit tries to make sense of what she has just seen and been told.”Yeah sure… polite my ass” she grumbles softly.With renewed energy, she begins to methodically search the room for an exit that she could use to escape from this hellish place. Now that he was gone, she did not cling to her pride but grabbed an undamaged piece of bread from what was left of the tray. After brushing it to off to ensure she would not be eating any slivers of crockery, she quickly gulps it down. What she had just seen made no sense to her at all and she struggles to put it into context, trying desperately to deny the gaping maw that she had seen as a trick of her mind. She pulls back curtain after curtain and becomes increasingly frustrated as each reveals naught but solid stone walls. Hesitantly, she opens the wardrobe in the hopes of finding some clothing that she can use to cover herself with. She grimaces as she sees that the wardrobe is for the moment, empty. Thinking quickly, she fashions herself a toga out of one of the silken bed sheets off the four poster mahogany bed.

“Not much but it works I suppose” she comments as she surveys her work, securing it with a delicate knot at her slender waist. “But I still have to figure out how to get the hell out of here, and quick before he gets any other weird ideas.

Kaotiks had stood just outside of her room, the blood from the argument still racing in his ears and his cock still hard as stone from it as well. He needed this one; she had more than one of the things he was looking for. He ran his tongue over the tips of his teeth slowly and smiled, ringing a bell on the wall a servant approached and he instructed to go into the room with the gown he had previously selected for Kit to wear. He encouraged the man to remove any appendage that she did not want to go into the dress and to do it in such a way that would make her remember the pain. The servant was a brutish oaf and his teeth were as sharp as razors, but for completely different reasons. He watched as the man scuttled off to get the dress and thought of the next point in his plan. The swathe man returns quickly and Kaotiks opens the door to allow the man to slip in. This should be fun to listen to, he thought to himself.

Kit whirled on the door as the servant entered, instinctively grabbing the nearest object - another glass vase filled with flowers - and hurled it at him her eyes blazing.

“What the fuck now?” she stormed.

She makes a sudden move towards the door with every intention of powering past the servant to make a break for it. She knew there was no way she could overpower her captor but as for the servant, well perhaps he’d present an easier one to evade. The servant expected such a bold move and as she approached he quickly turned her arm behind her back, shattered the bone as if it were a twig. There was no hesitation to the movement, no thoughtful time for decisions. He was just there to hurt people.

“The Masters wishes you to wear this Lady Kit. I would strongly recommend that you do such lest you want me to wheel you about your room because both of your arms and legs have been broken.” His lecherous smile and the look in his eyes informing her what happened to the girls that the master he decided that he had no further use for.

Kit cries out as her bone shatters and whips her head around to glare balefully at the brute.” Your Master is a jackass just like you” she spat at him. “Get the fuck out of here …NOW!” she screams at him in fury as she holds her broken arm fighting back the tears of pain welling in her eyes and swallowing them down bitterly. The servant says not a single word as he reaches out, grabs the arm holding the broken one and pulls with all his substantial strength. The wet popping sound of the shoulder coming out of the socket makes the servant smile with a sadistic light.

“The Master wants you to wear the dress Kitten. If you do not, I will have to make you put it on, and my hands are not as soft as the pretty boys I am sure you are used to where you come from.” The drool is seeping from his mouth now, the look in his eyes is one of pure lust and greed. “Please, fight with me. I like my meat a little tougher than most.”

Kit’s breath flees as her shoulder is dislocated and she nearly crumples to the ground. By sheer force of will she remains standing. With hate filled eyes she grabs the gown with her undamaged hand and pulls it from his grasp.

Through gritted teeth she snarls “I’ll put it on now get the fuck out of here!”

With that she turns away from the servant and makes her way with measured step to a dressing screen in the corner of the room. She steps behind it and waits for him to leave so she can get changed. The servant smiled and nodded a low nod as he turned about to leave, his eyes not quite leaving the vicinity of her lest she should try another desperate act.

He adds a final thought as he reaches the door. “The Master says that if you damage his gown, he will have to have me punish you properly. I meant to be a tad less gentle this time, but it is my affinity for a pretty face I suppose.” He licks his lips and quickly works the mechanism to the door, stepping out in the hall The Master rises from where he was sitting and slaps the servant so hard he flies down the hall, the audible break of the neck could be heard over 30 feet away. Kit starts as she hears the sickening crack of bone.

“Do not play with my pets.”

Noticing that the door has been left ajar she slips silently over to it and quickly peers out, still holding the gown. With her shoulder and arm in the condition it is now, the likelihood of her being able to put it own alone is quite slim. Still, if she was able to get out of here, her thoughts said then she’d find someway… She steps into the hallway and glances behind her, her eyes widening as she notices Kaotiks sitting there, looking at her somewhat amused.

“Umm… ahh…” she stammers, knowing full well that she’s been caught and not quite knowing what to do about it.

Deliberately she closes her mouth and raises her head to meet his gaze. “Your brute broke my arm and dislocated my shoulder so there is no way I could wear this even if I wanted to.” she says levelly, sounding far calmer than she actually feels.

Kaotiks smiled at his new pet, fixing his eyes on hers and making the pupils of his eyes mold to her most perfect fantasies. Her every desire is in his eyes. All the love and promises that anyone could hold is found, escape is found, just within the white of his eyes. He whispers as she stares at him, the language is far forgotten and it is melodic in its quality. Vast mountain ranges now eroded away appear in his eyes, a sea of endless blackness, the waves as tall as skyscrapers crashing into the side of an ancient castle, seemingly floating on a cloud of mist and smoke.

“Petit Minou, I am afraid you are mistaken about your arm, it must be the stress you have been under this last week. Please, go back into your room and change into the gown, I assure you it will fit you like a glove.”

He presses his hand into the small of her back and sets her on her way toward the interior of the room. His last whisper can be heard as he closes the door….. “I await you….”

Kit blinks slowly, captivated by his gaze and nods absently. She pads on bare feet back into the room and quickly slips the gown on. It is cinched at the waist accentuating her curves perfectly. Smoothing the hands over the fabric she can’t help but flash quick smile, it is so lovely… finer than anything she had ever seen, let alone wore. Her hands tremble ever so slightly as she glides back to the door… something still nagging about an unseen danger in the back of her mind. Her brow furrows as she tries to capture the sense of warning that dances just barely out of her grasp…

Kaotiks extends his hand to her to take and they make their way to a grand dining room, one of old with a huge table that would sit 75 at least. Two places are set in a far corner and the walls are lined with perfectly immobile servants of exactly the same height and stature. He pulls her chair out for her and pushes it in as she sits down. He sits down and claps loudly once, as he does all the candles in the room explode into flame and the room is bathed in light. The chandelier above is crystal shards, the floor marble, and the silverware golden. He is now dressed in a tuxedo that would look at home in the mid 1600’s.

“Pray Kitten, what do you desire this evening?” He purposely keeps the question vague, his eyes never leaving hers for an instant. Kit sits in the offered chair, a vision of feminine grace.

She smiles faintly, struggling to break the hold of his enveloping gaze… “I…I’m not sure…” she answers puzzled.” Why have you brought me here?” She asks carefully, the alarms still going off in her mind.

While her fear was much less at the moment, the recent events concerning this hulking man had not been forgotten. Kit knew she had to be careful lest his temperament change to violence in an instant.

“I have brought you here to show you another side of the world that you know Dear lady. I have brought you here to experience what one in twenty million people get to see and know. I have brought you here to give you power beyond your deepest understandings of the word. There is no saying no to this; I am not offering this to you as a Gentleman offers a Lady a rose. Nay, I am giving you this as a teacher does a pupil.”

His eyes swam with the colors of the rainbow; a sweet waltz begins to play in the background, heavy on the violins and cellos.

“There are so many things that we have to do, but in order for this to go smoothly, I need you to listen to me and do as I instruct lest you fail in a task and bring pain upon yourself.” He shook his head and sighed. “The brute that came to you is the weakest of the servants who will come to visit you My Kitten. I pray that each of them does not need to see you.”

Kit’s lips pursed as she considers what she hears carefully, a small furrow marring her brow.” You still have not told me why it is that I should be chosen, among those 20 million people to have this ….opportunity” the final word carried a slightly ironic tone which still indicated she did not see the chance he offered as particularly appealing. “You can’t honestly expect me to happy about being brutalized then kidnapped do you? Also… you should know that there are people who will look for me and not rest until I’m found. I do appreciate your offer but I did not ask for this.”

Kit’s melodic voice remained calm and soothing as she tried to reason with him. She had hoped that he would not call her bluff on the people who cared for her… Her family had long since abandoned her, tossing her out on the streets while she was still in her early teens for being incorrigible. True she had dated occasionally this year but there was only one that she truly believed would miss her enough to notify some higher authority

“Gentle Kit, I am afraid that you are telling me a lie. There is no family for you. Do you think that I would have chosen you should I have not known these things far in advance? Do you think me that incompetent? I cannot say that I blame you for trying such a bluff.”

He clapped loudly and servants began to serve the food to the table, each place was served despite the fact that there was no one there that could be seen. At least by Kit.

“You think me one of those comical vampires you see on television and film? A Count Dracula come to suck your blood away and make sweet love to you before abandoning you for some darker beauty that is not yet within my sight?” He shook his head and placed the silk napkin across his lap. “Nay, I am no vampire Lady, I am not so weak as to be associated with such trivial characters. Vampires are the dregs of the society I inhabit, beggars and thieves Lady, no more, no less. You do not need to fear such lowly creatures”

Kit could not suppress a small shudder at his words. While the food began to arrive she quickly placed her hands securely in her lap. The unseen servants and their movements making her uncomfortable for though she could not see them she could hear small whispers that she could not make out… After a moment she raised her eyes to meet his gaze again. She was amazingly strong of mind, for most would have succumbed to the madness of the situation long before this. Kit however, had seen much in the world living on the streets and she knew that it was sometimes a very dark place indeed… she ‘d not imagined quite this dark but now that she was over her initial shock she was trying to gather as much information as she could in the hopes of surviving. A small smirk toyed at the corners of her mouth as she worked at setting her captor in a more forthcoming mood.

“What are you then?” Kit was rarely one to beat around the bush and now was no different. She chuckles briefly, “Not so sound rude but I can’t think of any other way to phrase that particular question..” she shook her head amused where her inquiry was even needed. “And you still have not told me where I am …” She exhaled softly before voicing her most burning questions, “What are your “plans for me” then?”

Kaotiks raised his hands above the table and steeples them under his chin, a smile of amusement on his face. “Business it is then. I have told you I am Kaotiks, Master of the place you are in and everything around it for as long as you could run before exhaustion struck you down dead. As to what I am, we will get to that in a moment. My plans for you, now that is a subject I eagerly wish to discuss with you.” He stood and walked behind her and past her, never touching her. “I am a creature of habit young one, I enjoy things the way they have always been. For as long as you civilization has lasted, I have been a teacher. I ought generation after generation things that needed to be known by mortal men and women.”

He circled around the opposite side of the table and made his way back to the where he had originally sat, his smile seemingly changing as he passed chairs, as if there were people there that he could see and hear but she could not.

Kit raises a slender hand, absently fiddling with one of her golden tresses as was her habit when she was nervous or deep in thought. She keeps her gaze on his, puzzlement becoming quite apparent as his attentions seem to shift again to something unseen.

“And so what… I’m some sort of chosen one to carry this information? Somehow I highly doubt you do this just out of the kindness of your heart.”

Her slender brow arches skeptically “There’s more to this that you aren’t telling me. I may not be exactly in my element at the moment but I’m not fucking stupid.” Kit flashed him a sardonic smile. “You still have not told me what you are other than some sort of teacher”

She was being obstinate she knew, but dammit, she needed some answers so she knew what the hell she was dealing with.

Kaotiks stood, the lights dimming to near nothingness as he spoke, the gravel in voice turn to the deepest bass she would ever have heard. “I am not a mere mortal to be trifled with at your whim woman. I have had the blood of billions upon my lips, the thoughts of your race swim in my mind as insignificant chatter to be wiped out at my whim.” His form began to shift then, the ivory whiteness of his hands upon the chair turning a black, as if the flesh was being seared off of the skin. “You will recognize many a name I send your mind child, many a name indeed.” Thoughts flythrough Kit’s name. Belial. Baal. Satan. Devil. “Those are but a few of the millions your kind has worshipped me under over the course of time. Great black wings spring from his back, the noise of them is noisome, as if flesh is being torn asunder from his back.

“I present you with an opportunity beyond your understanding. I can accept that you do not fully realize that I am or what I am here to do. Mark my words child, any intolerance of this will be punished with things far worse than death. I have seen your mind, know all you do or ever have. Every name and face has in my power to destroy without the slightest bit of effort.” Horns the size of arms sprout from his forehead. “Are we clear on this?”

Kit could not help but avert her eyes from his terrible form. As the names began to slither into her mind she dropped her head and whimpered sadly. Her mind reeling she tries to nod but is paralyzed by shock and terror. She was well aware of the fact she had not always been a “good girl” but she could not believe she had ever been so awful as to warrant being forsaken and left to the hands of the Devil. Her mind could not accept that she, whom in her heart of hearts felt was woefully inadequate for anything, could have something desirable for the likes of him. Her cockiness, which had always been her greatest defense mechanism slammed into effect to protect her from the truth he had expressed. She knew that she was not going to get out of this unscathed, if she got out at all. Her eyes strayed to a dinner knife by her untouched plate of food. While it definitely would take some work for the blade was not as sharp as she could have hoped… she was sure that she could open her veins with it and possibly through her death be able to escape the fate this thing had waiting in store. Her hand moved ever so deliberately towards the blade, praying fervently that he was to catch up in what he was saying to notice her actions.

“SO how can you expect me to be grateful and understand what you’re offering when as you say there is no way I can understand? I get it… I don’t listen you turn into the asshole I met at the beach. But I got to tell ya, I seriously think you have me mixed up with someone else. I don’t want this!” she says emphatically. Kaotiks felt the steel in the room before she had even thought of using it on herself, a thought that he also picked up on instantly. He closed his eyes for moment and the blade melted into a sliver of molten metal at her feet.

“How can you be of use to me if you are dead? If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you on the beach and feasted on your flesh as a dog would upon scraps.” He laughed the sound booming off the walls and would feel like a physical force against her chest.

“You will obey me, and if you do not, then I will make you. Those are the two choices you have. You have seen what I can do without laying these hands upon you, do you wish to see what I can do if I have to touch you in this form?” Again his eyes closed and long, acid burning furrows appeared moving up her leg slowly, almost at mid calf.

“Tell me my little Kitten, will you obey me willingly? Or do I have to bring everything you care for here and slaughter it in front of you? Speak now.” The claw marks moved still, the fire in them would be nearly unbearable, almost at the knee.

Kit stifled a scream and pushed her chair back quickly trying to escape the acidic claws which raked her skin. Her movement did not help of course, though such fleeing motions were typical responses to pain. The tears that she would have shed were sucked dryly the shock of the intense sensations now ripping her flesh. “Stop it!” she screams at him as the huge table makes 2 slight hops towards him.

She grabs her dress frantically and presses on her wounded flesh as if to stem the insidious flow that advances on her most intimate of parts. Kit shakes her head over and over but whether she is refusing him or just reacting to the pain is unclear. Her eyes begin to glaze over as her mind searches for refuge from the onslaught. The acid rips up her leg in a never stopping streak, the meat of her thigh being ripped asunder, no blood as the wound is instant cauterized.

“I shall stop this when you agree to obey my orders. There are many parts of you that will not be as painless as the one that I am doing now. What if I were to do your arms? Your breasts? Your lungs?” The last was said as low as the voice could go, the room shaking with the bass.

“You kneel to me on the leg I am ripping apart and I shall stop this pain. You do not know the power you have; I will increase a million fold Sweet Kitten.” His fists shoot out and hit the middle of the table as he lets out a screech that would sound exactly as a dragon was supposed to sound. The table explodes in a shower of flame, splinters burning to ashes before they hit the floor, the scream echoing.

“Now, what is your answer?”

The marks were nearly to her sex, the most intimate area of her loins. Kit drops her head further, curling into a tiny ball within the high backed chair and squinting her eyes closing as the table exploded. Her mind screamed at her to just relent, to say whatever this beast wanted in order to make this agony stop even if she did not mean it but such was her pain that she had lost all semblance of the voice she had. Her breath shallow and rapid she quaked with pain and could do naught but shake her head. She moves spasmodically rising higher and higher in the chair until it comes crashing down over backwards to the floor. There she writhes in torment. The demon smiles and waves his hand, the furrowing nails disappear as do the marks on her skin, the perfect texture of it returned. Along with the marks, the pain of it has vanished, it is there, but behind a fog she cannot quite penetrate. His voice comes up to a normal pitch and he addresses her, the swirling fire he has for eyes staring into hers.

“Speak your oath to me or I shall make that look pleasurable in comparison.” He had other methods he was willing to resort to if they became necessary.

“Speak it now mortal woman.”

Kit struggles to regain some semblance of calm. She knew that if she was to agree to his terms that things would go much easier for her. Still somewhere in the deepest recesses of her soul lay the seeds of the faith that her parents had drilled into her with both rod and fist… That faith was in the inherent goodness of mortal beings and the imperative that no matter what the cost, one had to reject evil things lest her soul be forsaken for all eternity and left to suffer in the fiery depths of hell. She clung to that now as a drowning man to a piece of floating debris. She raises her tearstained face to stare at him.

“I cannot do that. “She cries out plaintively “I’m a good person, I’m not evil!” Kit clasps her hands in front of her, her greater torment now coming not from the burning acid but welling up from the depths of her quivering soul.

The demon actually stops a moment, apparently mulling over her words. Then without so much as a warning, he places a massive hand, the size of her torso, on her back. As he touches her all she can hear is screaming after scream, the agonized screaming wails of the damned. Her eyes see every perversion. Death upon death flies by until it is a blur and she can feel a slow burning moving up her legs.

“If you do not join me because of your faith, then I shall have to take it from you.”

Her eyes flash back to every evil moment in her life, perfect quality, as if the devil had chosen her from birth. The events of her life that led her to where she is now add up, the minor evils getting greater as time goes by.

“You think I choose the pure? You think I would bother with a woman who pounds her faith into others and demands that God saves her soul? You forget child, I have seen Him, and I know he would cast you to me in disgust.”

Kit pitches forward in revulsion at what his touch reveals. In vain she struggles to hold on to the ideal that redemption is always there for any who but ask, though he could feel her hold was tenuous at best. Still she resists him shaking her head again.

“You lie” she stammers “ That is your greatest trick and you use it to sway people. I’m not worthless trash that He’d cast away. I’m loved… and precious to Him just like all mortals are.”

While there may have been some truth in her words, they rang somewhat hollow. A rhetoric that she recited by rote. This was because never once in her life and Kit ever felt loved or cared for by any being supernatural or otherwise. Her life was an existence that had been forever marked by traumas and wounds that went deeper than the fathomless reaches of the deepest oceans committed by the hand that were meant to shield her from the woes and sorrows of the world. Her Gifts had set her aside in her family, making her a danger and an outcast and such was how she had lived ever since. The deep, echoing bass coming back into his voice as he speaks to her, his hand coming off of her, leaving a scorched mark there from the touch.

“You do not believe that child; you believe that your abilities have made you an outcast. You have never belonged to anything, even your family has shunned you for what you are and what you are able to do.” He sat down on the floor, the marble warping and cracking at the heat of his body, which she would suddenly feel. “I will not give you the line that I love you and he does not. You would see through such deception far too easily. I will give you these words of truth though my cat. I will teach you how to use everything that you were born with. There is no such thing as good and evil child; there are only the weak and the strong. Think on it and you shall see that I am right in what I tell you. I have nothing to gain by lying to you.”

Kit wraps her arms around her knees, wiping her face on her crumpled gown in a feeble attempt to compose herself. A sudden anger overtaking her as the beast voices her heart and laying bare the voids in her soul. The heat eminating from his body only fanning her temper further.

“So what if I haven’t always belonged everywhere I’ve been. No one does. That doesn’t mean that they are bad. “Her hands clench the fabric of her gown nearly tearing it “I am strong. I’ve lived through a lot. Even what you have done to me without loosing my mind. Tempered by the fire I guess” the irony of her words were lost on her as she continues. “I’m doing alright and I already know how to use my Gifts… sure they may get out of control once in a while but that’s only when I’m really, really pissed off.”

She raises her chin in defiance and pride at her accomplishments. Though in the furthest glimmer of her mind she begins to see the logic of his argument.

Kit shakes her head weakly, cobwebs still clinging to her mind. The abrupt movement causes a surge of nausea that makes her wish she could sink back into the blissful darkness as she comes to fully waking. A small whimper slips from her lips as she sits up and examines her surroundings; every fibre of her body aching, throbbing or sending shooting pains through her. Carefully she brings a hand to her check and scowls at the swollen limp on her temple. She had no doubt that there were many angry bruises to match the lumps dotting her tender flesh. Scanning the room she is rather surprised to find herself in a tastefully appointed bedroom suite. There are silken sheets on the 4 poster bed which she lays, gossamer curtains surrounding the bed which hang from the ceiling. She is puzzled and very much afraid of this foreign place… a nagging intuition tells her that what she had recently been through may have only been the beginning of something far worse.

With a deliberate movement Kit slips off the bed, nearly stumbling on unsteady feet. Hesitantly she moves towards the curtains, hoping to at least gain some semblance of idea what the time was and where she was. Holding her breath she pulls them open with a quick jerk. She steps back surprised to see not a window but a solid stone wall. Kit purses her swollen lips in frustration and makes her way across the floor to the huge oaken door. Her attempts to turn the handle and open the door are met with the metallic clanking of a locking mechanism falling into place. A snarl of fury rips from her as she pulls and pulls at the door in vain. She pauses for a moment as the whisper of cruel laughter catches her attention. With another snarl she bashes the heel of her hand on the uncooperative door. With a small sigh she turns, leaning on the secure door as her gaze scans the room further.

In the corner sits an enormous wardrobe of some ancient design and beside it, a side table with a wash basin filled with steaming water. A small silver tray of fruits, cheeses and breads sits on another table and although she is very much famished, she dares not touch it.

“It’s probably drugged or poisoned or something” she mutters.

She snickers… so whoever this bastard was he obviously had money. That thought actually scared her even more because she was well aware that it was easier for the rich to be “eccentric” and have it go unnoticed… Biting her lower lip in thought she curls into an overstuffed chair, pulling a blanket about her. She needed to figure out what the hell was going on… and quickly…

Kaotiks stood at the coffee nook that faced the forgotten waterfront in front of him. He sipped a bitter tea and smiled as he watched the sun sink totally over the crest of the trees to the west. He laid out the final items on the silver tea service he had in front of him. Fine china and sterling silver, handpicked Indian sweet tea and non-refined sugar cane directly imported from his offices in Jamaica. He was simply, yet elegantly dressed in a pair of black trousers, crisply pressed and seamed. A silver blouse hung on him as if it were designed for him, which it had been a long time past. His boots laced up to his mid thigh and his hair, long and silvery, was tied back in a severe ponytail which hung in a straight line down his back. He turns his head as he hears noise from the guest suite. Picking up the tea trolley, he makes his way towards the room with a simple noiseless stride. When he arrives, he shifts the trolley from one hand to another and fetches a large black key ring that appears to be made of iron, swiftly finding his object; he places the key in the lock….

He makes a great deal of effort to make as much noise as he can before he turning the lock tumblers and presses his shoulder against the door. He realizes that he will most likely be attacked upon entering the room, so he decided to leave the tea trolley on a small table outside the door for the moment. It was a dear set to him and it would be a tragedy if it was damaged in any way. He steps into the room, quickly closing the door behind him and making sure he keeps his back to the door.

“Kit, I see that you have finally awoken from your slumber. I was beginning to think that you would simply sleep the rest of the week away. As if five days was not enough. Would you care for tea?” His voice was as sincere and pleasant, but there was an undercurrent to it – a dark and dangerous undercurrent. He stepped backwards and fiddled with his door behind his back so that if she did incapacitate him, she would still be trapped in here with him.

Tucking her legs close to her chest in a protective manner, Kit peers with suspicious, hate filled eyes at the man as he enters. Her silver blue orbs swirling with a life of their own, made no attempt to hide her loathing. Given the demeanour he had displayed the last time that they had met she was caught off guard by his cordial, almost joking manner. The darkness that surrounded him was still palpable and she would not be seduced by his apparent kindness.

Kit considered making a break for the door but quickly dismissed it as she knew that she was in no physical condition to muster the speed and dexterity that would be required to make it past the hulking brute. She pointedly ignored his gesture of the offered tea though its sweet aroma watered her parched mouth.

Her musical voice low and even she growls “Who the hell are you and where the fuck am I?”

She knew that back on the beach she had not had any of her identification with her, so the fact that this man knew her name and spoke with such easy familiarity bore heavy on her mind. Kit had to admit she was both famished and parched but stubbornly pushed the nagging needs of her body away as her mind reels. Five days? She had been unconscious for 5 days? What the hell had he stuck her with? For that matter what the hell had he done to her?

An involuntary shiver courses through her curvaceous frame as fragments of memory cascade in her mind. Pain, rending flesh, the coppery scent of blood filling he nostrils and the horror at the recognition that the vitreous fluid causing the odour was her own – she swallowed hard against the bile rising in her throat as the shards from her mind reformed into a cohesive recollection of events.

“Why have you brought me here?” She demanded. “You can’t keep me here you know, people will be looking for me”. Kit held her head haughtily, her gaze never leaving him.

He raised his hand in a manner of polite deference and smiled.

“Hush now, Ma Petite Minou, all will be explained in due time.”

He moved a little faster than he probably needed to and opened the door, fetching the tear trolley from outside the door and placing it on an oak side table that stood near him.

“You will find food on the tray here, as well as tea. No doubt you will have assumed I have poisoned it, for that matter I can give your mind no peace except to say that it is not such. You shan’t believe me, but it is so.”

His smile flashed once again and he made his way back to the door, an antique clawed chair sitting near the door, almost as if it was meant for him to sit in and answer questions such as the ones he was answering now.

“Eat first and then I assure you I shall answer all your questions.”

Kit’s hunger and thirst finally began to wear her resistance down. Taking great care to keep the blanket covering her nakedness firmly wrapped about her, she takes a few hesitant steps closer to the tray of food and drink. She is obviously torn because although she does desire the nourishment, she would have to come within an arm’s reach of the man to obtain it. After only 2 steps her pride freezes her in place, continuing to glare balefully at the man now lounging in the chair.

“I’m not hungry” she says coolly.

The man nods to her in a quick motion, the smile gone as well as any good temper he may have had at the meeting. “You refuse my hospitality?” His voice sharp and cold.

He walks to her and rips the blanket from her fingers before she has a chance to clench them about the blanket. “I shall leave the tea and food here for you. When I return, I will knock thrice upon the door. I say thrice because your servants will knock but once. When I enter the room, if your food and tea are not gone, and by gone I do mean eaten by you, then we will have to go straight to the lessons I have in store for you. If you do what I tell you, then I will allow you to dress yourself and bring in garments of your desire that you may way whenever you please.” He looked at her again, his eyes like ice. “Are we clear on this point my Kitten?”

Kit stands perfectly still trembling in a mixture of pure rage and embarrassment at her suddenly exposed form. Although she does not answer, her silvery blue eyes betray her fervent desire not to ever have to endure what the previous meeting entailed ever again.

“Why are you doing this?” She asks again.

His rage is immediate as she does not answer him. He moves like a lightning bolt and crashes his hand into the side of her face. The blow fresh and brutal, causes her to crumple to the floor.

“When I ask a question, you will answer “Yes Sir” or “No Sir”. There will be no middle ground answers. All failure will be met by punishment. You have just received a warning Kitten. Do not make me do what must be done next.”

He shakes his head and backs off slowly.

“I ask of you again, are we clear on this point my Kitten?”

Kit’s head remains lowered for several moments as she attempts to clear the ringing in her ears, her hands clenching the luxurious carpeting which did little to break her fall. She flips her hair over her shoulder and looks up at him, licking the fresh blood from her once again swollen lips. The defiance in her eyes was apparent even from the distance that he stood.

“Beat me all you fucking want asshole, but I will never call you Sir. I’m not one of your fucking servants nor am I your slave.”

Kit was very aware that he may just kill her for disobeying him, and in many ways that is exactly what she was hoping for, that way she could at least keep what little dignity she had left intact. Her body braces itself for the fury she knows will be soon be levelled at her stoically.

It was a dangerous gamble she was making but one she felt was worth her self respect.

Kaotiks thought a moment as she threw her temper tantrum. He knew what must be done but did not do it. This one was different; she possessed something that he wanted. He stood and bowed low before her, his head nearly touching the floor. On the return to his standing stature she could see how tall he was, he must have been 6′10″ if he was an inch.

“Very well then.”

His heart broke as he smashed the tea trolley onto the floor and ground his booted foot into the food that was there.

“Do know that even if you do not eat, you will not die, I will see to your….nutrition my self.” He smiled cruelly with his the last sentence and licked his lips slowly as he turned towards the door.

Kit cannot help but quiver slightly at the violence he displays though she tries to keep it inside. Without warning a sliver of the broken crockery flies off the floor and embeds itself into the oaken door, barely missing taking off the man’s ear. Kit’s small gasp hung in the near electrically charged air of the room as understanding of his meaning dawns in her.

She skitters backward away from him, pressing her bare back against the stone wall, shaking her head repeatedly. “No… “she stammers incredulously,” that’s not possible…. not possible…”

Kaotiks turns about to mock at her, his laughter deep and haunting. He smiles wider; lines of razor sharp teeth line both the top and bottom of his gaping maw. The two front teeth both top and bottom are extended at least four inches, as a viper when it’s teeth are not folded back.

“All things are possible in the dark Sweet Kitten”

He flashed another smile and it was the face she had seen but a moment before, all the features normal and, well, human.

“I believe that we have come to an impasse, I shall have to teach you manners this time.”

Kit swallowed hard as she continues to shrink away from the monster in front of her, nearly climbing the stone wall. Her eyes are now wide in terror. She cringes from his sudden transformation though is powerless to look away. Although she had like most girls gone through a dark phase and thought it would be interesting for some dark brooding night lord to spirit her away, those were just childish fantasies she had long since disregarded. That such horrors could actually exist was beyond the scope of her substantial nerves.

“Why me?” she says in a small voice. Spasmodically her hand grasps for another blanket in the vain hope of covering her form. Her breath becomes laboured as the air around her seems to pulse as panic tightens its grip.

Kaotiks stops his thoughts and changes gears, the gentleman returning once again as if he had never left. He bends down and slowly begins to pick the broken pieces from the floor.

“There are many things into his world that you know Kitten and many more that you do not. I ask you to never ask me that again lest you find out an answer you cannot cope with even in the pits of your nightmares.”

He picked up the last of the crockery and whatnot and stood, brushing off the pants and shirt to an immaculate finish.

“Have you never wondered what it would be like to become of the creatures of the night Kitten, know the pleasures of eternity and the unending life?”

He looked into her eyes as she formulated an answer and let his mind wander slowly until it tapped her own. He stopped a moment and waited, he would not do the next until she answered him, if she answered in a correct manner he would have to do nothing. If she did not, he would peel the layers of her mind away from her soul like the peel of an orange.

Kit shook her head blinking rapidly. “NO…no… Not ever in any context but a …” she stops herself before she completes the thought.

Kit took a deep breath to steady herself. She turns on her heel, away from him still shaking her head.

Firmly she murmurs to herself “Okay girl… enough now, time to wake up… this is all just a bad dream…not real… just another one of those ones that you can stop and control when you want… now wake up come on. Please wake up…”

As she murmurs, one of the side tables in the room trembles on its base as if it is caught in an earthquake. Kit closes her eyes tightly wishing this nightmare would end and she would wake in her own bed safe the man sits down with a flourish, draping his leg over one of the chair legs and speaks as the obviously temporarily disturbed woman does what she must.

“I have yet to tell you my name Little Kitten. I am known as Kaotiks, once a Lord of Hammerfall but the civilization that I was a lord in has long since turned to dust and been forgotten by all in the world save me.”

He looks her up and down, obviously forgetting she was nude he licked his lips as he started to stand, a need rising in him. “Your name is Kit?”

Kit whirls around, her eyes obviously disappointed that she was still here as she opened them. She quickly grabs the blanket and covers herself. “Aye. How do you know it?” She watches him carefully, feeling quite vulnerable at the moment. T

“There are many things I know things I can teach you if you will but submit to me in every way and do what I tell you to do. I can show you things that mere men and women imagine as madness.” He talked towards her as he spoke, his passion coming out and his penis growing under the tight fitting clothes. “So many mysteries you will have answered, so many things you can do or want. Never again will you worry about time, or death.”

Kit shakes her head much firmer this time and side steps in an attempt to slip around him. “I don’t want mysteries or any other such craziness… and I LIKE my worries” she says emphatically… “I’m not going to do what you want because I don’t want what you are offering.” she flashes a nervous smile “I’m flattered, honestly, but no thanks. I’m quite content to grow old and die just like everyone else.” She raises her hand, holding it in front of her as if to stop his approach with it.
“I’m not like you… and I really don’t want to be, no offense… I’ll keep your secret, just please, let me go”

The table began to raise and fall violently off to her side as she trembles.

He grabs her wrists and snaps it to the left so suddenly that the crack in the air is heard a moment before the bone shatters and the hand lays limp and useless at the end of her arm.

“I have tried to be polite to you Kit; I have tried all I know how to do to keep you by choice. Now we will use other methods, darker methods to get you to come about into the light, or the darkness I should say.”

He picks her up by her arm and throws her into the chair she had been curled against when he had first arrived. “I will see that new food arrives and that a maid tends to your wounds.”

In a quick motion he leaves the room and the lock is heard to tumble behind him.