15.The Dark Salvation

'.....'= Thoughts 

"....."= Conversations 

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Ethan was confused as to why this sadistic vampire would save him for absolutely no reason.

"My name is Eliza," She said while looking at me. "And you will be my slave from now on," She further continued with her seductive voice.

'No last name? And how is she able to control herself even with so much blood in front of her. Let alone her, even the two guys in the back didn't show much of a reaction to the blood,' Ethan wondered as he tried to sit up.

"Stand up and telle your name," Eliza ordered.

"Ethan Hunt," Ethan said as he slowly stood up while ignoring the pain coursing through his body.

Ethan stood up and looked at Eliza's eyes who too was observing his every moment.

Suddenly Eliza placed her palm over Ethan's head and made his head now down. Ethan couldn't even resist a bit as his back bent slowly from the pressure.

His knees buckles as his head slowly touched the floor near her feet. She then removed her palm from his head and placed her feet on it.

Ethan felt an intense surge of humiliation, rage and powerlessness as Eliza's feet pressed down on his head, a clear reminder of his new status as her slave. He knew that currently he had no choice but to comply with her every demand, no matter how demeaning or degrading it may be.

"From now on, you will address me as Mistress Eliza," she commanded. "Do you understand, Ethan?"

Ethan nodded, feeling the weight of her foot pressing down on him both physically and mentally. "Yes, Mistress Eliza," he murmured, his voice muffled by the floor.

"Good," she said with a smug smile, pleased with his obedience. "Now, your first lesson in servitude begins. You will learn to properly show respect and etiquette towards your new Mistress. This will be crucial for your survival in my presence."

Eliza took her foot off his head and gestured for him to stand up. Ethan rose slowly, still feeling the ache in his body from the earlier ordeal. He waited for her next command, knowing that he had no choice but to follow.

"Kneel before me," Eliza ordered, her eyes flashing with dominance.

Ethan gritted his teeth and slowly dropped to his knees, his head bowed in submission. He could feel the cold floor beneath him, a stark contrast to the warmth of Eliza's presence.

'Control Ethan, Control. Now's not the time to lash out. Wait for the opportunity,' Ethan reminded as he tried to calm down his boiling anger towards Eliza. He promised himself that the pain and humiliation he he's facing now would be returned twice fold. But for that he has to act like he had resigned to this b*tch. He must not give her any chance to be suspicious of him.

Ethan closed his eyes and controlled his expressions. He was slowly becoming quite good at doing that.

"Good boy," Eliza cooed, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, you will learn the proper way to address me. It's 'Mistress Eliza,' understood?"

Ethan nodded, feeling the weight of her authority bearing down on him. "Yes, Mistress Eliza," he acquiesced, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Excellent," she purred, a triumphant gleam in her eye. "Now, you will address me with the utmost respect at all times. Your words and actions will reflect your unwavering devotion to me. Is that clear?"

Ethan nodded again. He knew that had to temporarily act like he was no longer in control of his own lfe.

Eliza looked down at him with a smug smile, reveling in her control over him. "You are mine now, Ethan. Remember that," she said, her voice dripping with power.

Ethan clenched his jaw. He focused on keeping his breathing steady and his emotions in check. He knew that biding his time was the only way to eventually regain his freedom and seek his revenge.

"Yes, Mistress Eliza," Ethan replied obediently, his words laced with a hint of defiance that only he could detect.

"From now on, you will perform all tasks and errands I assign to you without question," Eliza continued, her tone unwavering. "You exist solely to serve and obey me. Do you grasp the significance of your role, Ethan?"

"Yes, Mistress Eliza," he replied, his voice tinged with resignation.

"Very well," she said, a self-satisfied smile on her lips. "Your training begins now. Stand up."

Ethan rose to his feet as per Eliza's instructions.

"Victor," Eliza spoke and thea man who had healed him earlier appeared beside her.

He once again placed his palm on Ethan's forearm and quickly healed all the injuries suffered by Ethan in the recent fight.

Unfortunately, once again, all the injuries were healed in merely three seconds, so Ethan didn't get the chance to use his talent to generate Victor's abilities.

'I should definitely get heavily injured in order to let him keep healing me for at least five seconds,' Ethan thought as he tried to plan the way in which he would get heavily injured without accidentally dying in the process.

'Wait a minute, what if they have the ability to read minds like Edward?' Ethan was stumped as the thought came to his mind. But then he relaxed as the thought was quite illogical.

'If they knew about my thoughts, then there was no need to do all this. They could have interrogated me already if any of them had such powers,' Ethan thought, realizing that there was no need for the vampires to be so cautious with him if they already knew about his thoughts.

Ethan was indeed weak, so why would they continue to humor a weak human when they could simply torture him to get all the information they wanted in the first place? Ethan calmed himself down as he finally reached this conclusion.

While all this was going in his head, his face showed no expressions at all.

"Show him where to get a bath," Eliza commanded the masked men standing near the door. "And then feed him. After he is done, bring him to my room," She further continued.

The masked men bowed and approached Ethan leading him out of the room.

Ethan was led through the dimly lit corridors, flanked by the silent, imposing figures of the masked men. The air was thick with an indistinguishable scent, a combination of musty old stones and something far more sinister.

They reached a secluded chamber with a large, ornate bathtub filled with steaming water. The masked men gestured towards it, their face hidden behind their eerie masks.

Ethan removed his clothes and

stepped into the inviting warmth of the water. The tension seeped from his body as he sank into the depths, closing his eyes as he allowed himself a moment of respite. Though his head was still on high alert.

After a thorough cleansing, Ethan was directed to another chamber, where a modest table had been set with a simple meal. The masked men withdrew and stood near the door, leaving him alone to partake in the humble fare laid out before him. The food was plain but nourishing, a stark contrast to the scarcity he had endured during his captivity.

When he had finished his meal, Ethan pushed the empty plate aside.

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