Chapter 0164

Present Day

Time has blurred in this nightmare. The feeding chamber, as I instantly named it that first horrific night, remains my nightly destination. Night after night, they drag humans in for slaughter. Missing persons. Runaways. Trafficking victims. All end up as vampire sustenance.

Prince Damien selected his permanent feeder the night after my arrival. Strangely, he kept her alive. She's endured as long as I have. The poor girl stopped screaming when he rapes her during feedings long ago. Most humans don't survive the initial attack. Those who do never see a third sunrise.

I witness the carnage daily. Men. Women. Children. Elderly. The vampires don't discriminate. They use them. Drain them. Sometimes tear them apart when bloodlust overcomes reason.

Screams. Sobs. Begging. Death rattles. This symphony of suffering plays endlessly in my personal hell. Only once did I get respite. When visiting royalty from another coven came, Prince Damien offered me as a novelty. They nearly bled me dry. The prince had to rip the other vampire from my throat, barely sparing my carotid artery.

Those three recovery days were my only reprieve in this eternal torment. Sometimes during feedings, I wonder what cosmic crime condemned me to this existence. My life was never easy, but this?

Valeria rarely surfaces anymore. At first, she healed me swiftly. Now my bite marks scar. She only mends the most life-threatening wounds. My body's a roadmap of punctures - arms, legs, breasts, inner thighs, backside. Anywhere Prince Damien fancies drinking.

Resistance is futile. He won't harm me - he's addicted to my blood. But he'll slaughter others if I disobey. So I comply. Doesn't stop the nightly killings. Just means they're not my fault.

The orgies nauseate me. Vampires coupling with their prey. Pain excites them. Agony enhances their pleasure.

Only Malachi's girl differs. We've formed a silent bond. After her second night, I realized he'd keep her alive. He rapes her nightly while feeding, but never lethally. Eventually she got her own cell. Our eyes met during nightly transfers.

Maybe curiosity drew us together. Maybe shared survival instinct. She'd stopped crying like I had. We both learned to endure.

Tonight, Prince Damien feasts on my inner thigh, his repulsive tongue lapping blood. He's raping someone simultaneously, pinning them with one hand while gripping my thigh with the other. Their pained whimpers mix with his grunts of pleasure as he violates us both.