The room the mage lay in is dark, damp, filled with the rustic smell of her blood. Its gloominess is bringing her down. Every part of her body ached. The chains biting into her wrists, cutting her skin, changing them raw.
She is drained from the numerous bites HE took from her. She needs a plan soon. A plan that will make him release her.
Henrietta, the mage, thought she had everything under control. Within seconds she would be the most powerful in all five kingdoms. But one woman, only one woman made her well-laid plans go awry.
Now she is stuck here in this psychos room, bound to the bedpost while he did sickening things to her that she never thought possible.
She is past tears. With each passing day, she fears she cannot take much more of this torture. She needs to do something before HE finds another mage to help her and completely get rid of her.
She thought she was up for the task when she became HIS lover. That it would be a child's play with her powers to manipulate a power-hungry vampire. Little did she know that her powers can also weaken.
She never counted the unknown. She should have prepared. Should have known. Now she lay sprawled on the bed, naked, her body bearing the tortures.
But one thing she is proud of is she never gives up. She never gives up when the place on Mage council which must be rightfully hers is given to her. Never gave up when her close ones turned against her.
It's not in her blood to give up. She didn't dabble in dark arts to stumble at the first hurdle. Her tenacity has landed her in this kingdom, a lover to HIM, who is as greedy as her if not more for power. It was easy to pull his strings once she laid the plans, but her weakened state on the eclipse has stretched her power thin, collapsing the illusion she created for HIM.
HE entered the room, one hand holding a wine glass filled to the brim with red liquid. He smirked as his eyes roved over her naked glory.
Henrietta has no doubt that he pities her. He is taking revenge on her for making him look like a fool. However, she has a plan.
"You came," she panted, making her voice eager, hiding her trepidation.
HIS smile grew, flashing his fangs as he staggered near the bed.
"You sound eager, little mage. However, your heart tells another story. Are you thinking of making a fool of me once again?" He asked knowingly.
Henrietta wet her lips, trying to calm her heart. Her mouth opened and closed to reply that would satisfy him. But before she could do that, he slapped her harshly across her cheek.
Henrietta cried in pain, as his iron-coated rings grazed her skin, making them sting.
Bastard.
"Now, isn't this a good look on you? My mark on your skin. Though I would like it better if it's made with my fangs. What do you think?" he questioned, his eyes wildly roaming over her neck.
Henrietta knew she couldn't lose the blood anymore. Already blood caked all over her body from his immature bite marks; her breasts, her neck, the inside of her thighs, he left no part of her body unmarked. The marks were made intentionally so that they won't seal, making the blood dry over them.
"I... I know a way to bring him back," she whispered, wetting her dry lips. She is so thirsty, she could do anything for a drop of water. But that's what HE is waiting for. Making her HIS slave.
The vampire stilled, a breath away from biting her once more. They both know whom she is talking about. The captive, the one who landed her in this mess.
"Interesting. And why shall I believe you, my little lover?"
"Please... I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't know another way. I'm already chained to this bed, why else would I deceive you once again?"
"You think this puny bite is a punishment for you? These flimsy chains... punishment? This is just child's play. Even a newborn can toy with his food like this. Tsk... tsk... tsk... you are delusional if you think this is the worst I can do to you"
Henrietta panicked, her eyes wide in alarm. She shouldn't have brought his attention to her punishment. What if she is wrong? Then whatever this vampire has in store for her will make her beg for death. A shiver ran down her spine.
She closed her eyes, took a long breath, and smiled seductively at him, even though her insides were twisting in disgust.
"Trust me on this. It was I who branded him with runes. I know very well what I'm talking"
"Very well. Let me hear and decide"
Henrietta smiled, her lips turning up at the corner, her eyes bright at the thought of freedom from these chains.
"I put a tracking rune on him. If you release me from these chains," she licked her lips nervously once more, "I mean if my powers are restored, then I can track him"
"Do you think I'm a fool, woman? Why should I believe you? Once I remove the chains, what if you turn against me?"
"No!!! No," she shook her head frantically but then took a breath and replied calmly, "I wouldn't. I love you. You know that right? Why would I leave you? The vampire with so much power in this kingdom? Where can I go?" She smiled sweetly at him.
The vampire rubbed his chin.
"Even if you locate him, how will we capture him?"
Henrietta thought good, he is already thinking of them as a team once again.
"He doesn't have his memories. His powers are still locked"
"You mean to say"
"Yes. It will be as easy as nabbing a newborn vampire"
The vampire laughed, not a smile, or a simple one. This is a full-blown laugh that shook his body.
"Oh, how the tables have turned. Very well. I will release you Mage. But remember try any of your tricks on me again, and I will kill you"
"Yes... yes," Henrietta tried to curb her eagerness. Yes. Finally free.
"You don't believe me, do you? To make sure you follow my orders this time, I will drain your powers every week, to test my theory. What do you call mage? Do you like a little foreplay like this every week?"
Henrietta tried hard to suppress her disgust. With a smile that didn't reach her eyes, she replied, "Of course my darling. Anything for you"