20. The Final Countdown.

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, disoriented and unable to gauge the passage of time. My body felt heavy and sore, as if I had been drugged. The ache in my breasts told me with clarity I was producing milk again, and my bloated belly felt uncomfortably distended. I realized I was restrained, and as I opened my eyes, I saw I was not alone.

Another woman lay beside me, also clearly drugged and restrained. Her blood-red hair caught my attention, and it took a moment for me to register that she had been in the same cage as me - she was an alpha too. Her physique was more filled out, with curves and ample breasts and hips. Her flawless skin contrasted with my scarred and pale complexion.

I tried to move, to get a sense of my own body, and noticed that my belly was still swollen. I could feel the presence of his sperm inside me, stretching my womb, creating pressure. The heat of it. The other woman's belly was even more swollen than mine, though she was not pregnant. The scent of her told me, no pregnancy scent yet. She had been marked, bitten on her neck. I wasn't sure if she had been implanted with the same devices or organs as me - the sedative organ in my spine and the electric collar around my neck. He had also burned two chakras at the back of my neck, causing excruciating pain and agony as a form of punishment.

How had my life taken such a twisted turn? This was not the grand plan I had envisioned - to be a vampire's plaything, used and filled against my will. I prayed that I wouldn't ovulate. My alpha powers were useless in my current drugged state. Every time he drank my milk, he seemed to absorb some of my powers, and I feared he might be able to affect my fertility as well. I was utterly helpless, trapped in this nightmarish existence. He was cunning, altering the drugs to prevent any resistance from building within me. I was constantly in a dazed state, barely aware of what was happening as he took me. The pain had diminished, but I felt nothing - I was too heavily drugged.

He had given me orgasms with his skilled fingers, and that was the last thing I remembered. I had no idea how long it had been since then. A constant ripple of pain ran through my sides, but my drugged brain dismissed it as just another sensation. I focused on summoning my willpower, desperately trying to get my hand to work so I could break free. Time became a blur as my foggy mind struggled to stay focused, occasionally drifting off.

When I finally regained consciousness, I noticed another woman was awake.

She looked at me and said, "Oh, you're here too. Isn't he wonderful? He can make me feel amazing things."

I grunted, determined to escape, and twisted my right wrist, attempting to slip it out of the restraints. The woman just lay there, her hands bound, a drugged smile on her face, showing no desire to escape. Somehow, he had almost brainwashed her or manipulated her into falling for him. That wasn't my thing. I continued my struggle to break free, while she watched for a while before speaking again.

"Don't do that," she warned, her voice filled with a strange devotion. "He doesn't like it when you resist. If you want him to be in a good mood, let him take care of you. I was wrong about him at first. He's not a monster; he's just lonely and in need of someone."

I shook my head defiantly. "It won't be me. I'm sorry, good luck to the two of you, but I won't be here. I won't fall for him or surrender to him, not at all."

I continued my desperate wriggling and twisting, desperately trying to free myself.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Damon stepped in.

His gaze fell upon me, and he smirked. "What's the matter, baby? Don't you like your new home?"

He took the remote control, pressed a button, and my mind clouded up. My hands refused to obey, and I struggled to focus on what I was doing. He began to undress, his touch causing Mariella to gasp. I fought to clear my mind, determined not to react when he touched me.

But he frowned and said, "You'll learn soon enough. You will learn."

He undressed and climbed into bed beside Mariella. As he kissed her, he began to nurse from her breasts. I struggled to contain myself, feeling the urge to demand his attention, for him to come to me, to claim him as mine and have him drink my milk. I wanted to assert my dominance as the stronger alpha female, but I knew I had to keep it hidden, not flaunt it. What is happening to my mind? I'm not usually this possessive, or maybe I am changing, and it's not a good thing at all. But fine, I can handle this, no problem at all.

He drained her milk and whispered sweet nothings, causing a surge of jealousy to course through me. I had never felt such intense and terrifying jealousy before. I desired to possess him completely, to have him as my own and not share him. I wanted him to take a shower before coming to me, not to smell like that damn peach.

Eventually, he came to me and drained my milk first. He gasped as my powers hit him, but soon he was suckling powerfully. My nipples grew sore as he bit them, and then he climbed on top of me, thrusting into my pussy with force and speed. He climaxed quickly, already aroused, and the heat flooded inside me, leaving me feeling drugged. This time, I didn't feel any pleasure; I drifted in and out of consciousness. My powers weakened as he fucked the energy out of me, and I eventually passed out.

When I woke up, he was either nursing from me or fucking Mariella, moving on top of me. Time lost its meaning, and I felt restrained. The constant throbbing and pulsating pain in my sides made my belly feel even hotter. I was exhausted every time he paused, and he would eventually flood inside me. His bites were everywhere, draining the rest of my energy.

I had no idea how long this had been going on, but my belly was swollen all the time, just like Mariella's. However, I noticed something disturbing, something I didn't want to experience. Every evening, he would fuck Mariella last, and he would knot inside her like a dog, causing her to gasp and moan in pain. It was his goal to make her feel pain. I could smell her blood as he tore her open with his knot, savoring the taste. Then, after she had been drugged enough, he would free one of her hands and roll them sideways, staying inside her and wrapping his leg around her. He would push his knot as deep as possible inside her pussy and fall asleep.

Mariella's pained expressions were visible as she was repeatedly knocked out. This happened every night for at least a week, fueling my growing jealousy. How dare he hold her close? Why couldn't he come to me, take me in his arms, and let me sleep peacefully? Why didn't he want me? He is mine. I tried to fight these thoughts, but they consumed me more and more.

One morning, I woke up to find him with Mariella once again, not with me. It was time to assert myself. I let my alpha side surface slightly, careful not to let him notice just yet. It was time to claim what belonged to me. Mariella and I had spoken occasionally, and she had more experience with men than I did. She had been on a cruise with 21 men and had the time of her life. Good for her. I shared a little about my leadership experiences, but kept most details about my wealth and living situation to myself.

I was preparing myself. Jealousy burned through my veins like wildfire. Now, he would finally learn who he truly belonged to. Damon came next to me, drinking my milk. I had to suppress the urge to purr and praise him. It wasn't time yet. Soon, so soon, he would be mine and mine alone. I had learned to find some enjoyment when he drank my milk. The relief was immense, as the pressure in my breasts was eased. When he climbed on top of me and kissed me, his tongue had a peculiar taste, and I noticed a slight scent from his glands. He demanded that I suck it dry, and I obeyed. I had been drugged to be a compliant girl, and my rebellious nature had been removed, thanks to Mariella informing him. He had added more drugs to my veins, ensuring my obedience.

He forcefully penetrated me, emitting deep grunts of pleasure. The intense sensation felt as if my body was being torn in two, yet amidst the pain, I sensed something peculiar, as if a foreign presence was growing within my belly.

His touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, and in a hushed tone, he whispered, "You're on the verge of climax. Come for me, baby."

I exploded in ecstasy, but at that moment, my feline instincts took over. Summoning a surge of strength, I lunged forward, sinking my teeth into his shoulder, aiming for his pheromone glands on the right side of his neck. However, my strike missed its mark as he flinched, perceiving my attack. Ignited by jealousy, I clamped down with all my willpower, claiming him as mine. In retaliation, he violently pulled me off him, striking me across the face.

His eyes turned blood-red, his fangs glistening as he declared, "You cannot possess me, not ever. I am not a plaything to be owned."

He twisted my head to the side, exposing my vulnerable neck, and viciously tore into it. Instinctively, I infused my blood with hints of humanity, overwhelming him with the perception of me as a mere meal, weak and insignificant. This was my escape, my way out, regardless of the pain coursing through my body. I had to be strong, destined to be alone. I was too much of a colossal risk to be with anyone. His fangs pierced my flesh, ravaging my neck while simultaneously fucking me brutally. I fought and writhed, desperately attempting to free myself. His bloodlust fueled by my victimhood, sank his fangs deeper, mercilessly draining me.

Mariella, oblivious to the brutality unfolding, drifted back to sleep. Damon bore intricate runes on his skin, a detail I had once admired, but now, in my drug-induced haze, I couldn't comprehend their significance. My heart gradually slowed, and though I seldom regretted my manipulations, I silently bid him farewell in my mind. I had to release him. It was for the best. I had started to warm up to him and it was too dangerous, not for me, but for him. I was the bigger predator of the two of us, and I had to protect him.

He continued to maul me, lifting his head as I struggled to remain conscious.

With a chilling voice, he taunted, "Do you truly believe you will survive this?"

Before I could respond, he struck my throat again, relentlessly drinking my blood. I could feel my heartbeat fading, my breath ceasing, and darkness enveloped me. 

Damon's grip tightened around his victim's neck, feeling the pulsating vein beneath his fingers. With each gulp, fiery blood flooded down his throat, igniting his bloodlust. The furious vampire side within him rejected this claiming attempt, reminding him that he was the one who claimed, never to be claimed again. No longer a victim of abuse, he reveled in his newfound strength, refusing to show mercy as his victim thrashed beneath him.

The scent of her fear and desperation filled his nostrils, intertwining with the intoxicating aroma of her dwindling life force. As her movements grew feeble, she finally stopped, succumbing to his power. His instincts calmed, a roaring sense of victory coursing through his soul. The feeling of taking a life, of watching his victim suffer, was intoxicatingly perfect.

Damon basked in the beautiful silence that followed until the realization hit him like a thunderbolt. "Fuck, it wasn't supposed to end like this."

He withdrew his fangs, gazing at her with blank, open, lifeless eyes and ghostly pallor. The silence hung heavy in the air. Studying her youthful face, he cursed himself for his beastly nature. Her torn neck bore witness to the monster within him, a side he usually tried to suppress. But sometimes, he slipped up, and now this innocent young soul had seen the veritable beast he was. He had made a mess, and it was his responsibility to clean up after himself.