Chapter 4 Chapter Four

After a few hours—or maybe it just felt like hours to her—Bella was awakened by the sound of the barbed wire cover being removed.The sweet and greasy smell of the second life drifted down, suppressing the irritating and damp earth atmosphere. "Hello, wife." Bella only felt her limbs tense, and she was lifted out by him. Just one glance into his light brown eyes told Bella that this was not a good time to test her limits.His expression was odd, his smile seemed overly agitated, and his mental imbalance was never a good sign. As soon as Bella's feet landed on the ground, he let go of the rope and let her fall into his arms: "I said 'hello', wife."

"Hello, David." He closed his eyes contentedly, he liked the feeling of her calling his name: "I have something for you." Instead of untying her, he led her to the stainless steel table in the middle of the room and handcuffed her to the table.She knew it was still dark outside.During the day, he is very loose and won't tie her up because she can't run away. The secondary man opened the door and went out. After a sound of dragging and bumping, he dragged another weak, unsteady civilian vampire in.The man's head hung limply on his shoulders, as if his neck had been broken.Drag your feet behind you, with your toes on the ground.He was wearing high-end black trousers and a cashmere sweater, but they had been torn torn and soaked in blood.

Bella's moan caught in her throat.She kept backing away until the chains on her body blocked her way.She can't stand the abuse scene, really can't stand it. The second person dragged the male vampire to the table, forced him to lie flat on the table, fastened his wrists and ankles tightly with a chain, and fastened the joint at the end with an iron buckle.When the civilian vampire's cloudy eyes fell on the various instruments of torture placed on the shelves, he became terrified and pulled the iron chain hard, causing the iron table to make a harsh "creak" sound. Bella met his blue eyes, and he was truly intimidated.She wanted to appease, but she also knew that it was not wise to do so—the second person was just waiting to see her reaction.

He then drew a knife. The vampire on the table let out a shrill scream when he saw the second killer rushing up, but David just opened his sweater to expose his chest and throat. Bella tried to resist, but the thirst for blood churned deeply in her stomach.It's been a long time since she last ate, maybe months.The physical load under tremendous pressure also meant that she had an extreme need to suck blood from men. The second person grabbed her arm and pulled her over, the handcuffs slid on the armrest of the table following her steps. "I think you are probably very thirsty now." The killer's thumb wiped her lips, "So I grabbed this guy and fed you."

In surprise, her eyes widened. "That's right, he is my gift to you, your gift. He is very fresh and young, and he is much better than the one locked in the pipeline. As long as he can serve you, we will save his life for the time being." .” He parted her upper lip, revealing sharp fangs, “Damn… look, these teeth are already growing. You are hungry, aren’t you, wife?” He grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard, his tongue slipping in.Bella fought back the retch welling up in her stomach until he finally raised his head. "I've been fantasizing about what that would feel like," his eyes wandered over her face, as if pouring out his love, "will it make me hard. I'm not sure, after all, even if I think about it There's nothing you can do when you're hard. I hope you stay pure, but you have to drink blood, don't you? Or you'll die."

He pressed her head against the male vampire's throat.Bella resisted, so the second man smiled lightly, leaned into her ear and said, "This is my good girl. If you post it willingly, I will beat you hard because of jealousy." He caressed her hair with his free left hand, "Now, drink." Bella looked into the eyes of the other vampire.Oh God... her heart was shaking. The male vampire had stopped struggling and was staring at her motionless, his eyes almost popping out.Despite her hunger and thirst, she couldn't bear the thought of sucking blood from him. The second man squeezed her neck tightly, and his voice became vicious: "You'd better drink it quickly, I took a lot of trouble to catch him and give it to you."

She had to open her mouth, her throat was dry, her tongue was like sandpaper: "Don't..." The second man held the tip of the knife to her eyes: "In another minute and a half, no matter what, he will bleed a little. If I do it, he won't live long. So, maybe you will be willing to try How about it, wife?" Tears soaked her eyes, and the evil deed made her terrified and disturbed. "I'm sorry." She apologized in a low voice to the bound male vampire. The secondary man's palm pressed down from the left side, pressing her head back.Bella's upper body rolled over.The second man grabbed a large tuft of hair to prevent her from falling easily.He pulled so hard that Bella didn't know where his knife would go.

"You shouldn't apologize." He patted her cheek and drilled holes in her dimples with his fingers. "You can only worry about me, understand? I'm asking you, understand?" "Understood." She gasped. "Understood, then what?" "Understood, David." He grabbed her other arm and twisted it behind her back, a pain came from her shoulder: "Tell me you love me." Anger came from nowhere, and ignited like a storm of fire in his chest.She would never say that word to him, ever. "Tell me you love me," he ordered, hissing loudly.

A gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and she flashed her fangs in protest at him.Her behavior made him extremely excited, completely out of control.He began to tremble with anger, and his breathing became short of breath.For a moment, he instinctively made a fighting stance, wanting to hit her, but it was more like he was ready to have sex, as if he was repeating the past that he lived on, he liked to hit her.He told her that the woman before him was not as strong as her, and often passed out after a short time. "Tell me you love me!" "I, despise, you." He raised his hand and clenched his fist.Bella met his gaze unflinchingly, unwaveringly.She appeared calm and ready to take the hit.The two stalemate for a long time, the body forms two half-arcs in the shape of a heart, tied together by a silk thread called violence, and the male vampire whimpers softly on the table behind him.

Suddenly, the second man hugged her and buried his face in her neck. "I love you," he murmured, "I love you so much...I can't live without you..." "My mother." Someone replied. The second person and Bella looked at the source of the sound at the same time, the door of the torture center was opened, and a white-haired killer stood at the door, dumbstruck. Then he laughed loudly and said three words, which triggered the subsequent battle: "Report you." David frantically chased after the second man and rushed out of the house. Bella didn't hesitate.When the battle broke out, she went to unlock the chain on the commoner vampire's right wrist, pushed away the iron clips, and separated the chain.The two did not communicate, she untied his hands, and then went to loosen her right ankle.The male vampire also frantically yanked the left side of his body.Once unbound, he jumped off the table and stared at the handcuffs holding Bella.

"You can't save me," she stopped, "only he has the key." "I can't believe you're still alive, I heard you..." "Go, run away..." "He will kill you." "No, he won't." He would only make her miserable, "Let's go! They can't keep fighting." "I'll come back and save you." "Go home." He opened his mouth and wanted to argue, but she urgently urged, "Damn it, shut up and listen carefully. If you have a chance, tell my family that I'm not dead. Go!" The male vampire closed his eyes with difficulty, took two deep breaths...then disintegrated and teleported. Bella's body was shaking so badly that she sank to the floor, her arms cuffed to the edge of the table dangling above her head. The sounds of fighting outside stopped abruptly, then there was a silence, followed by a flash and an explosion.She was sure that her second person won the battle. Oh my god...this is going to be a very, very bad day. Sadist stood on the snow-covered lawn outside Bella's house until the last moment before disintegrating and teleporting away, back to the monstrously sprawling, dreary Gothic building where the Brotherhood of the Black Sword lived.The mansion looks like it could have been lifted straight out of a horror movie, with gargoyles towering over the eaves casting cascading shadows and the windows shattered.Before the stone rockery was a courtyard, full of cars, and a security room guarded by Butch and Wei Xiaos.A six-meter-high wall surrounds the entire manor, and double gates and a series of malicious surprises keep uninvited visitors out. Sadist came to the wrought-iron gate of the main house, pushed it aside, and walked into the porch.He pressed a string of codes on the keypad lock and was immediately granted entry.Walking into the front hall, his face was very ugly. The brilliant colors like jewels, the golden dome, and the frantic mosaic floor were like that messy bar, which made people very upset. He heard loud noises coming from the dining room to the right.Silver cutlery clinking against china, Beth whispering, Rhys laughing... then Ricky's bass-like bass came in, maybe Ricky made a face, and everyone laughed Now, the laughter rose up, as if the spotless marble floor was shining. He had no interest in mingling with his brothers' conversations, nor did he want to dine with them.Now they all knew about his stay at Bella's house, that he stayed there like a psycho.Among the fraternities, secrets of one kind or another are always kept. Sadist ascended the wide staircase, two steps at a time.As he walked faster and faster, the sound of his brothers dining gradually faded away, this quietness was just right for him.At the top of the stairs, he turned to the left and walked down a long hallway.The corridors are filled with sculptures of Roman and Greek mythological figures. The marble statues of athletes and warriors are illuminated by lights embedded in the walls. The white marble limbs and chests contrast with the blood-red walls.If you go faster, it feels as if you are in the car and they pass by like pedestrians, even though they don't move a bit. His room is at the end of the corridor.Opening the door, a wall of icy cold air rushes towards you.He never turned on the heat or the air conditioner, just as he never slept in the bed, never used the phone, or kept anything on that antique desk.The only thing he needed was the wardrobe, as he would be disarming in it, and the weapons and ammunition were kept in a fire safe behind the wardrobe.The walk-in closet outside was empty, four shirts and three leather suits hung close together, the empty hangers and brass orbs looking thin and fragile.Every time he went in to change clothes, he couldn't help but think of the skeleton. He undresses to take a shower.He still felt hungry, but preferred to keep himself that way.The pain of hunger, dry mouth... using his strong control to keep them out, also helped him find a peace of mind.Hell, if there was a way to get him out of sleep, he wouldn't hesitate.And that damn bloodlust... He just wants to be spotless from the inside out. After coming out of the shower head, he took the clipper and pushed it quickly on his head, letting the short hair stick to his scalp.He was naked, felt a chill, and his movements were sluggish due to lack of food, and he walked straight back to the floor.Standing in the middle of double-folded blankets rolled up like Band-Aids, he thought of Bella's bed.It was a large double bed, and the first bed was plain white: white pillows and sheets, a large white loaf-shaped mattress, and white edging at the foot of the bed. He often lies on her bed and smells the smell she left on the bed.Sometimes, he would even roll on the mattress, feeling the softness beneath him, almost like Bella touching his body, even better than touching it with his own hands, even though he couldn't bear to let anyone touch him .But he hoped that Bella could feel his body once, just once.If it was her who touched him, maybe he would be able to bear it. His eyes turned to the skeleton on the floor beside the mattress.There were two black holes in the eye sockets, which reminded him of how the pair of eyeballs stared at him.Between the skull's teeth is a black belt about sixty centimeters wide, engraved with ancient eulogies in memory of the deceased, but the lower half of the teeth are gone. He lay down with his head pillowed beside the skeleton.Flashbacks from the past take him back to 1802... The slave is still awake.He was lying on the ground on his back, aching all over his body, but he couldn't think of the reason...until he recalled that he had just experienced transformation the night before.Muscles were swelling, bones were thickening, and his body transformed into a giant. All kinds of pain made him immobilized like a cripple for several hours. Oddly enough, he was sure he had a different pain in his neck than in his wrist. He opened his eyes. The ceiling was high, with slender black iron bars embedded in the stone.He turned his head and saw more thick iron bars standing on the oak door.And the walls are full of iron bars... a dungeon?He's in a dungeon, why is that?He'd better get to work... As he tried to sit up, his forearm and calf immediately tingled.He stared, his body twitched... "Pay attention." It was the blacksmith calling, who was stamping a black circle mark on each slave's blood offering. Oh, dear saint, it's impossible, it shouldn't be like this... The slave rebelled, trying to break free from the shackles that held him.Another male vampire beside him raised his head and scolded him angrily: "Stay well, I don't want to be whipped for someone else's fault." "Please..." The slave's voice was abnormal and deep, "Please do me a favor." Then he heard a woman's crisp laughter.The mistress of the house enters the dungeon.Long white silk pajamas trailed behind her, covering the stone steps, and her long, brilliant golden hair fell to her shoulders. The slave couldn't help lowering his eyes, realizing that he was naked, his face flushed with shame, and he was full of hope to use something to cover himself. "You're awake," she said, coming to him. He wondered how the mistress could condescend to visit such a lowly slave as himself.He was just a boy doing chores in the kitchen, lower than the maid who cleaned her private toilet. "Look at me." The hostess ordered. He did so, only to feel that everything went against what he knew.In the past, he was never allowed to look directly at his master. He read shock in her eyes.The hostess looked at him with eyes that no other woman had ever seen. Greed was written on that delicate and pretty face.There was a flicker of spirit in the black pupils, which was an intention he could not decipher. "Yellow eyes," she said to herself, "rare and beautiful." Her hands fell on the slave's bare thigh.He felt uncomfortable and flinched from her touch.Something is wrong, he thought, she shouldn't be touching him there. "You have brought me a great surprise. Other than that, I have to reward the person who sent you to me." "Mistress...I beg you, let me go back to work." "Oh, of course you will." Her hand slid toward his pelvis, where his thigh met his hip.He jumped up, and heard the blacksmith curse softly. "It really is a gift from God. Today, due to an unfortunate accident, my blood slave died. After the renovation of his place is completed, you can move in." The slave had almost stopped breathing. He knew the male vampire she had kept in captivity because he used to send food to the dungeons.Sometimes, as he handed the tray to the guards, he heard strange noises from behind the heavy cell door. The mistress must have sensed his fear, for she leaned so close that he could smell the perfume wafting off her skin.She chuckled, as if savoring his horror, and she was satisfied with the meal. "Exactly, I can't wait to want you." She glanced at the blacksmith as she turned to leave, "Remember what I told you, or I'll send you outside in the wee hours of the morning. And don't break the tattoo Well, his skin can't be less than perfect." The blood slave's tattoo was completed soon, and the blacksmith took away the only candle, leaving the slave tied to the table and falling into the darkness. His fate has been decided, and he is terrified by desperation and panic. Now he has become the lowest-level creature, living in the world just to feed others... Maybe only the Chronicle Saintess knows what is waiting for him. After a long time, the door opened again, and the candlelight flickered in front of his eyes. His future had arrived—the hostess in black robes, followed by two men, whose homosexual orientation was widely known. "Clean him up for me," she ordered. The hostess admired others washing his body and applying olive oil.As the candlelight flickered, she looked around his body without stopping.The slave trembled, disgusted with the two men's hands moving back and forth across his face, chest and private parts.He was terrified that they would do that dirty thing to him. After cleaning, the tall man said, "Mistress, do you want us to try it for you?" "He's mine tonight." She took off her black robe, climbed onto the table lightly, and looked down at the slave.Her hands explored the mysteries on his skin... Several hours later, the hostess finally collapsed into the slave's arms, breathing heavily, and said, "Hold his head." One of the men stepped forward, pressed his palm on the slave's forehead, and stroked his hair with the other hand: "It's so cute, so soft, look at the color of this hair." The mistress buried her face in the slave's neck and bit her hard.He screamed at the sharpness of his teeth and the pain of sucking blood.He had also seen men and women sucking blood from each other before, which seemed normal.But the pain in his neck made him dizzy, and the harder she sucked, wresting the blood from his veins, the more light-headed he became. He must have fainted, for when he awoke again the mistress had raised her head and was licking her lips contentedly.She climbed off him and put on her robe, and the three left him in the dark.After a while, several guards he knew walked in. These people didn't even look at him.Not long ago, they had talked amicably, for he shared some of the ale with them.But now, they just restrained their eyes and said nothing.He could only look at his body, the ointment on his body was still working, his private parts were thick and straight, which made him feel ashamed. There were still a few traces of smooth liquid left on it, which made him nauseous. He desperately wanted to tell the other men that it wasn't his fault, and he also wanted to order this disobedient piece of meat to change back.But when he was so distressed and didn't know what to say, the guards let go of his arms and ankles and let him off the table.As soon as he stood up, he immediately collapsed to the ground, because he was imprisoned on the table for several hours, and this was only the second day after his transformation.With no one to help him, he could only support himself, trying to straighten himself up.He understood that other people didn't want to touch him at all now, nor did they want to get close to him.He tried to find something to cover him, but they shackled him and wouldn't let him free his hands. Walking through the hall, the shame grew deeper, and he felt the piece of flesh between his buttocks fall with his footsteps, bounce up again, and swing obscenely.Tears streamed down his cheeks, and one of the guards sniffed in disgust. The slave was taken to another part of the castle, another cell with high walls and bars.In this room at least there was a bed board, a chamber pot and a rug, and a torch high up on the wall.He was wheeled in, and another kitchen boy he knew brought food and water.The untransformed kid also didn't look him straight. The slaves were unshackled and locked in the house. He was naked and trembling, huddled on the floor in the corner of the room.He stroked the body, because no one else would love him like this, no one would treat this newly transformed body...a body misused. His body was shaking anxiously, worrying about his future.He has no rights of his own, no opportunity to learn, or even an identity.But at least he can move about freely, and his body and his blood are still his own. Thinking of those hands on his skin, remembering the feeling brought a urge to vomit.He looked down at his private parts and found that he could still smell the mistress' scent on him.He wondered how long the sick smell would last. What will happen when she comes back to look for him again? Sadist rubbed his face and turned over.The mistress did come back for him, and she was never alone. He closed his eyes against the intrusion of memories and tried to order himself to sleep.The last thing that came to mind was Bella's family farm, set in a snow-covered meadow. God, that fully furnished house seemed so empty and barren, Bella's disappearance stripped it of its most important function—it might still be a beautiful house, a shelter from wind, rain, climate change, and strangers. Breaking in, but not calling it a home anymore. A house without a soul. In a sense, her farm was exactly like his.