The Stake and Silver — To Morning Light Coming!
It will not be enough to get the beast in your grasp, its damned kind is nothing if not resourceful. We know from our intelligence that this particur spawn of evil is both strong and fast, even for its sort. When surprise has given you the upper hand, you must make haste and lock the thing in inescapable restraints. Only when it has been secured will you be in position to properly begin your righteous work.
Ropes of jute properly conditioned with holy beeswax, blessed by a priest of our employ will prove a powerful bind. You will y those down in accordance with your training and rob the quarry of any chance of running to yet another dark hole of decadence — let alone fight back. A new ointment on the ropes will sap its strength, it has been devised by the brightest mind from our organization : make certain it contacts as much of the unholy skin as possible.
My head is still held down by a cool strong hand and my leather bag, still held up to my side by its strap, is getting sifted through. I hear the sad sound of my stake thrown against the wall, then the floorboard across the room. Then a short pathetic roll, too far away. So much for grabbing that one for a counter strike. Finally, a terrible and smug ha ha. Fuck.
It was my favorite blouse too, and it got ripped across the back from the colr down. My head is still kept down and now I got a knee on my ass while my top is sprayed open. The sports bra underneath is given even less consideration and is just ripped apart. Of course that bitch found the ropes. I feel them id across my naked back and I am turned over. The remains of my favorite blouse, a nightsky blue little thing I thrifted in Berlin, fly off to join my lost weapon and my arms are immediately locked in a harness, wrist against wrist in between my breasts.
Through the righteous indignation, I finally get a look at the monster that has me. They are very beautiful. Somewhat short, and plump, and their features are softer than you’d expect from a vamp. Media would have you believe the damn things are all tall and androgynous and kind of emo. By the ray of moonlight from a lone gap between pncks barring the window, they seem otherworldly but they’d probably look like a cute girl next door if you met them in less ominous circumstances. Meanwhile, my captor works their way down my body with the ropes and things are getting dire.
Finally, they stand to watch their work. At least they let me keep my panties. For now i think and i hate myself for thinking it. The remains of my clothes and my bag (short the strap that got cut somewhere in the process) y in a heap by the door. They lick their lips and obviously wonder what they’re going to do to me and fuck, i need to think about anything else than how hot they are. I am a soldier of the light! Until morning light and all that shit! I shiver as they begin their evil monologue. I need to think! You can do this Violetta, you’ve been through more dire situations than this before. Well, maybe not more dire but around as much. About the same direness area. Oh, I’m so fucked.
They keep going on about the powers of darkness and how foolish I am and the joys of embracing evil and somewhere in the speech, they bend over me and begin pying with my powerless body. They punctuate megalomaniacal statements with scratches and down my neck, on my thighs and on my tummy; they tell me about the ecstasies of the night and they pinch my nipple. They’re pying with me, and the speech is getting to the part where I'm gonna be theirs by the end of the night, and finally they take a bite and my lower lip is caught in the devilish maw. They hold back, don’t break skin. They like to py with their food.
Oh, but they’re such a poor host, they go, and the floor must be so uncomfortable. Let’s take it to the bed, they say. I’m so, so, so, so fucked.
