Mated With Blood: 4

Three weeks had passed. I tried luring the new number 30 in a conversation but I had no success so far. He was probably warned I was dangerous. Advised to ignore me. I have nothing to do but to stare at the gray, cold wall. My body is the only heat radiating in this room.

I was thinking about the last words I heard from the previous number 30. They hadn't surprised me. I knew it long before he spoke it out loud. I knew it for as long as I can remember. I am His daughter. His precious little child.

I had a distinct memory of His distanced piercing blue eyes. He was holding me as newly born baby. We were surrounded by His warriors. They were all on their knees, lined in a circle around us, with their heads bowed to the ground.

He was holding me in His bruised and strong, God like arms. I followed His gaze on my body. I was smiling. He was not. I was stretching my small arms up in the air for Him to grab them. Instead of my arms, He grabbed my neck.

Maybe it was only a dream. I couldn't remember His face though. Only the feeling of His fingers wrapped around my neck. He wanted to snap it. To kill me.

But the only thing that snapped me were the hurried footsteps running down my way. My body tensed as on alert. The number 26 appeared in front of my cell. Hurriedly he started unlocking the bars. The bars that were closed for eighteen years.

"What is happening?" I whispered the panic suddenly entering my body.

I dreamt about this cell opening but now when it was happening, I realized, I was much more comfortable on the other side of the bars. Where I was securely shielded by the walls. This thirty square room was all I have ever known.

"He Is Coming."

"Who is coming?" I asked the question I already knew the answer too.

"He." I gulped at his response.

"What does He want?" I sensed fear in my own voice.

What does He want after eighteen years? Did I cause too much trouble down here? This time- will He finish what He started eighteen years ago? Killing me off?

"I don't know" Number 26 truthfully answered.

"You were never of use to me." I hissed back at him.

Distressed I looked around the cell, without bars in front me, feeling strangely exposed.

"Do not look Him in the face. Do not speak unless He speaks first." He hurriedly instructed me.

Before he went rushing out of the dungeon, he stopped for a brief moment. "Actually, do not bother. You won't survive it either way." Di*k.

After he left the silence engulfed me. The bars were wide open, tempting me to flee before it was too late. But I stayed still. If I had any chance of surviving the escape they wouldn't unlock it for me. Suddenly I realized. The bars were never here to prevent me from escaping. They were here to protect me from the outside world. And now they are gone. Exposing me. For the first time in eighteen years I am not free but vulnerable. Touchable.

The air became cooler for a couple of degrees down. My heart stopped beating. Something malicious invaded the air. I could feel it before I could see it. The temperature dropped further down and my throat felt dry. My light bulb suddenly stoped functioning and darkness engulfed the entire space. I couldn't see anything, not even shadows.

Some of the air left my lungs as If it was escaping from what is about to enter down here. Leaving me by my own. For the first time I felt like I was not enough to endure what was about to happen.

"Christ, give me a lion's heart to survive the days to come. It will be easy for the braver ones. But my heart, it won't survive."

Before I heard his footsteps, I could smell him. I froze. He smelled of a widespread fire, burning down everything in His sight. And by doing so, killing thousands. He smelled of a Nightmare. Of century old burned trees and their fallen branches, penetrating their way inside of my womb. If words could have a smell his was discipline and mine was obedience.

He was the monster your mother would warn you about. The one under your bed. He was the evil spirit that lived far before the first human was created. He was that thought- invading your mind, telling you do to bad things. Really. Bad. Things.

His scent was too much to handle. My body summited to it. Involuntarily I started urinating the full streams, wetting my panties and jeans. I wanted to stop but I couldn't. Trying to resist and stop the urine only resulted in an orgasm like stimulus. I fell to my knees, still urinating with legs wide spread. I needed His tongue to lick me. To press His mouth on my puss*ie and drink all of my pee.

Then, I knew. Even though I couldn't see anything but a darkness, I knew. He was here. Standing few meters in front of me. His eyes were on my body that was folded on the floor. I couldn't feel the heat from His body. I couldn't feel His excitement. I couldn't feel anything coming from Him. Only His sole presence.

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