The Perfect Night For A Bite To Drink.

[Church]

Churchill Hellrose sat on his new throne in the Hellrose manor dungeon. For the first time in thousands of years, it was quiet. There was no screaming, there was no barking of orders, there was no nothing. Just dead silence, and the gentle drips of water from a tap that was turned too tight. squeak Church turned his head, a mouse? He sighed and lowered his head. Church didn't mind the silence, but it was too lonely. He played with his previous masters ring, twirling it between his fingers. "Oh Garnet... you wretch. How unrefined of a person of such great status. You molded me into who I am today... You were such a lovely master... Why did you hurt me? Why..." Church bit his lip.

Killing one's own master was the greatest act of betrayal a fledgling could ever enact. If the ministry didn't exist, and the ancient vampire order learnt of such defiance. He'd surely be killed. Church lifted his head, perking his ears. "Ah, well hello there. How kind of you to check up on me Renard."

Renard was a member of the ministry, a go between messenger of sorts. Renard smiled. "Well hello there, Churchill." Church grinned. Renard continued. "I hate to disturb you on your pleasant evening but I've got to notify you of the ministry's warm welcome and that they're expecting great things from you. They'll be installing their labs and facilities within the manor soon." Church rested his head on his throne, looking up towards the ceiling. "Hmm, Renard. What do you think of those who disobey their Masters?" Church's grin shifted to a curious smile as he tilted his head to make sure he'd hear his answer. Renard smirked. "I think those that disobey the ministry are foolish and deserve death. That is my master, and that is my answer." Church chewed his lip. "I see. Disobedience is punishable by death. I'm all warm and fuzzy inside Renard." Renard smiled slyly and turned his back. "Well, as you were, Church." With that and the faint sound of wind Renard vanished.

Church continued to chew his lip, something in the back of his mind was nervous and afraid. He snorted. "What am I to be afraid of? I am Hellrose now." Church had grown thirsty as he sat for so long simply contemplating. He stood, just a little shaky. "I suppose I'll go out for a bite to drink." He said with an amused smile.

[darkest.desires.]

Bunnying approved. Rated M for Mature

The night dark yet calm, a soft chorus of crickets started to play their nightly tune. The countryside of Salvar offered a bit of serenity that a troubled mind would need. The sky above, a sea of blackness besides a few stars that were littered throughout the vast distance. A soft breeze that was cold enough to catch a chill sent the last stray leaves whirling about before falling to the ground once more.

Camille stood in the center of what once was a breathtaking wild flower patch. Her cloak wrapped tightly around her curvy frame as another chill tore through the thin fabric. Pink plush lips trembled slightly, the bitter wind lapping wickedly at her cheeks. “Breathe,” she mumbled quickly to herself. Her bright blue orbs darted from left to right.
“What the hell am I waiting for?”

“Indeed that is a good question,” a deep sultry voice answered. Camille’s head snapped to the left. Glaring into the darkness she called out, “who is there?!” For a moment there was nothing, not even the sound of the night. The void of sound was deafening.

The voice came again. “What on earth Is such a beautiful woman doing in a place like this.” She turned to face the sound, but again, “I really am going mad,” whimpering softly she drew the hood of her cloak off her head. As she turned back around, there he was. A tall eccentric figure with piercing blue eyes. “Good evening, Madam.” Camille let out a sigh of relief for only the simple fact of the man in front of her proving she wasn’t crazy.

“Uh, hi?” Pushing her hand through her long cascading honey brown locks, eyeing the mysterious man closely. The man tilted his head. “Curious. Are you lost, Madam?” Camille couldn't find her words, simply shaking her head left to right slightly. “Hm, are you certain Madam?” The man stepped to her side. “Would you like me to escort you somewhere for the night?”

“Sure that would be nice,” her tone dripped with uncertainty. “W-Were you watching me earlier,” the question seemed odd and out of place but she hoped maybe her paranoia wasn't for nothing. The man seemed to think about the question. “Watching? Well, I would have had to have seen you to find you. Yes?” His dialect puzzled her, he seemed to talk in riddles which confused her. “Uh..” Her face held a dumbfounded look on it twisting her angelic features. “Yeah..”

The man put a comforting arm around her. “Well of course. Now let me help you. I’m sure there has to be shelter somewhere nearby.” Camille tensed under his friendly embrace as she gulped in some air. “You must have some luck to run into me out here. There have been reports of... disappearances, around these parts. It’s quite tragic really.” Cammy hummed a soft response before walking further into the snowy fog, the man still close to her side.

It wasn’t long before they came before a large castle, strangled in rose thorns. “Hmm, It appears we’re here. It’s a common go between for these parts and Knife's edge. I’ll see if anyone is here. Of course, if this is ok with you. If not I suppose we can try looking for a town.” He put himself between her and the entrance to the castle, its iron gates howling with the wind. “Though I’m not exactly sure how safe that would be.” An involuntary shiver raked through her body as her teeth chattered together. “N-no, let's go in before we catch our deaths.”

The man grinned widely. “A fine choice of words. Let us enter.” The man called out to one of the people who stood guard. Within moments the gate lifted. “Thank you kind sir, your generosity will not be forgotten.” He gestured his hand out to Camille. “Come Madam, I’m sure you’re freezing.” His hand felt like death itself wrapping around her, ignoring the eerie feeling they made their way toward the castle entrance.
As they entered, Camille felt a sharp sting in her neck. Within seconds her vision went dark, and she collapsed. The last thing she saw was an array of butlers and maids coming her way.

[Church]

Church couldn’t believe how smoothly that went with how long it had been since he had fed on a human. Though, being alone in the freezing woods at night probably would get just about anyone to accept a warm bed. Church was pleased with how the ministry had set the new facilities up, he’d definitely have a lot of fun with the tools they provided him.

He also couldn’t help but have a taste while she slumbered, his fangs sinking deep into her neck and draining her slowly. He’d be sure to preserve this one, and make it last. “Wakey wakey Madam.” Church grinned wolfishly as he had her tied up to one of his racks, she had also been injected with a muscle relaxant to ensure there would be minimal resistance.

Groaning, the woman’s head hung heavily as she tried holding it up. “What, what happened?”

Church sitting on his throne ran his fingers over his chin, contemplating possible answers. “Hmm. You collapsed you see, you became very tired. The people here have left you in my care. Say, what was your name, Madam?” Church’s light blue eyes were now a blood red from feeding on her. He was in peak condition again.

The woman let the tip of her tongue trace her full lips before trying to control her head once more. “So you chained me up? I don't really understand what is going on.” Her tone giving off the hint of annoyance. Church sighed. “Madam we can do this the pleasant way, or the unpleasant way. I asked for your name not your concerns.” A sinister laugh parted the woman’s lips, rolling her bright blue orbs before she answered. “Camille.” she practically spat at him.

Church trailed his fingertips over his lips. “Camille, it is a pleasure. Allow me to explain your situation.” An amused expression came over his demeanour as he stood from his throne and walked towards her. “You are currently tied up within my castle. This abode of mine is quite the fortress. As one would say, you have stumbled into the spider's web.” Church stood inches away from her tied body, allowing his finger to morph into a claw, the sharpened tips gently brushing over her thigh.

“There is a muscle relaxant coursing through your veins, if you look to your left you’ll see tubes in one wrist, if you look to your right, you’ll see tubes in another.” Church grinned. “I am slowly draining you for my own amusement, and well. Because you see, I just adore blood.” He allowed the woman to take a good look at the blood being slowly drained from her system, while also slowly being fed the drug. “Any questions?” His lips curled.

The woman looked at the tube's, her stomach flipped with uneasiness. “Your castle… Blood and drugs…” Murmuring quickly to herself before looking at the man mere inches from her. “What, are you going to kill me?” Church considered her proposal. “Kill you? Now that’s a fun thought.” He dug his claws gently into her skin, not going too deep for now, and raked at her skin. “No, perhaps not yet. I have much to get out of you first.” Church looked up to the ceiling, to grab her joint attention to what he was looking at. Many cages dangled from the ceiling filled with dead bodies, some rot to the bone, others had just gone cold.

Church was going to get a lot of blood from her first, he was running low. “You see, Camille. I am what you humans call a Vampire. I will be using your body to quench my thirst, and also to make fine beverages for my brethren.” Church then gestured to large containers filled with blood of different kinds, churning and being kept fresh. “I will try to make your stay as comfortable as possible.”

The woman turned her head slightly, the warm feeling of her blood trickling from her exposed thighs. “So I am your blood bank but you will be kind to me? Why tie me up and expose the dead bodies to me, for a scare factor?”

Church shook his head. “Not a scare factor, a reality factor. Usually when I’m done draining my guests then grow cold and limp and not very alive, so I put them in cages for fun.” He smiled slyly and licked at her thigh were he cut her open, savoring the taste on his pallet. “But you are correct about being a blood bank in plain terms, yes.”

A small gasp parted the woman’s lips, she was indeed shocked but she gasped at the way his tongue lapped at her blood. “I am not just a human,” she mumbled. Church lifted an eyebrow. “Oh? You’re not? Then what are you?” Church smirked, there was something strange about how her blood tasted, now that he thought about it. Almost like a dog, but he was too hungry to notice at the time.

“Let me out of this,” she wiggle her bound arms weakly. “I’ll tell you then.” Church trailed his finger over her body. “Hmm, I think I’ll pass on that discovery. Perhaps another time.” He was the curious fellow, but he wasn’t stupid. Church thought as his nails scraped along her bare skin. “I have an idea. Why don’t we put you in one of our test rooms. It's not as fun as being in here with me though.” He grinned.

A shiver ran down the length of the woman’s spine. “Room.” she gasped feeling a small pleasant sensation slowly growing between her thighs. Church smirked. “Well, don't say I didn’t warn you.” Church walked to his desk and fetched another sedation needle. “I assure you this won’t be as fun for you as it will be for me.” Church injected her with the drug, and allowed her body to fall limp.

He called for his slaves to take her down and drag her to the test room. It wasn’t long before she was tired up yet again, this time in a more much controlled environment. He was behind a glass screen door, with two of his slaves by his side. Church called out to her as he noticed the drug wearing off. “Oh miss Camille. Won’t you entertain me.” Church smiled.

Groaning, the girl slowly stirred. Hearing her name brought her quickly to reality. “Again with the binding me to things, if I didn't know any better I would suggest it's a fetish of yours.” Church tilted his head, then looked to one of his slaves. “Edvard, what’s a fetish?” Edvard looked at him in disbelief. “Uh, it’s something that turns you on… uhm.. Sexually. Master.” Church thought for a moment. Never really knowing those types of feelings in his lifetime of servitude. “I don’t believe so miss Camille. But if I find out I’ll let you know.” Church chuckled.

“Now, what did you say you were again? If you’d like I could take you down for the moment. But do be warned, not playing nice will get you very hurt.” Church’s lips curled. “Aye, aye Captain,” her tone dripping with sarcasm. Church pressed a simple button, releasing her from the bindings for the moment. Dropping to the floor her body hit with a soft thud, “gee thanks.” She stood, her knees shaking slightly under her own weight.

“Now hurry along.” Church said eagerly. “Or do I need to poke and prod you around until you do what I want?”

“Well what exactly do you want?” Huffing she walked around the room. “What you were going to show me if I let you down earlier. Or did you forget, miss Camille?” He said in a slightly annoyed tone. “You’re not human, yes?” He added.

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"No, I'm not human.” She spat her response out quickly. “It doesn't help that you keep drugging me so my mind is fuzzy.” Standing in front of the glass screen door she eyed it briefly. “Do you know what a lycanthrope is Mr. Well by the Gods I never caught your name.” Cammy grinned coyly.

The man clasped his hands together. “Oh it’s a puppy! No wonder I tasted dog. I wasn’t aware there were mutts roaming Salvar with the ministry in control. How odd. As for my name.” The man smirked. “I am Churchill Hellrose the fourth. To my friends I am simply Church, to my slaves I am Master, to the Ministry I am Lord. As my property, you may also refer to me as Master. Understood?”

The sound of laughter rang out from Camille, “what a godly name for such an ungodly man.” Pursing her plush lips out shaking her head, “what makes you think I am yours to claim, Churchy?” Church laughed. “What makes you think you’re not?” Doing a once over of her curvy frame before looking back at him.

“I see not a ring on my finger showing we are wed, nor your name on my body showing ownership.” She popped the p for dramatic effect. Pulling her hair into a high ponytail, she groaned. “ You took my ponytail holder?” Rolling her eyes she let her locks fall sweeping around her shoulders.

Church smirked. “I wouldn’t marry a mutt. Sorry dear. Maybe a pet is more fitting, no?” His tongue trailed over his teeth. “Well, you see. If there’s something I want, it's mine until proven otherwise. Something you have yet to do miss Camille. Now, are you going to show me those big pearly whites of yours or are you going to keep playing granny until I bring the axeman?”

“Why don't YOU come in here, I’ll show you my claws if you show me yours leech.” She winked at him playfully through the glass. Church simply chuckled again. “I see this one is a bit slow. Edvard, if you please.” Edvard pulled a lever as an arrow shot from the ceiling, digging deeply into her shoulder. “Mmm, look at all that blood. Isn’t it pretty.”

Camille groaned pulling the arrow out that was buried deep in her shoulder. Panting, she licked the tip of the arrow. “Tasty.” Church raised an eyebrow. “Tasty you say? Why, you think so too?” He smirked as he ordered Edvard to shoot another, this time at her ankle. “Poor pup. Why must you make things so difficult?”

Dropping to the floor Camille moaned in pain ripping the arrow out. “Come in here you overgrown misquote. I'll bathe in your blood and you in mine.” Church sighed. “You are one stubborn mutt.” Church tapped on Edvard’s shoulder. “Hmm, I think you need to be punished, miss Camille. I don’t take disobedience from my property.” Church smirked. He decided he’d do it himself, with some help of course. “Edvard, you know what to do.” Edvard nodded, pressing another button and firing yet another arrow, this one laced with a paralysis toxin which hit her spine, causing her to drop to her knees.

Church gently ambled into the room, pacing slowly around her. “Tsk tsk tsk. Miss Camille, I must say you are by far my most feisty captive yet. People generally tend to get the idea when they’re strapped to a wooden contraption with their blood being drained. But you! You insist on punishment.” He smirked as his finger trailed along her forearm. The fingertips morphed into his claws and he dug deeply into her skin. A small cry rang out as she tried to move but the drug rending her body unresponsive.

“Miss Camille. If you insist on me proving my ownership, then allow me.” Church knelt down with his knee pressing onto her neck, and pinning her to the floor. His claws trailed up from her thigh, raking her skin until they reached her back. “Now stay still.” He began to carve into her flesh, the symbol of his household, making sure it was deep enough to scar. A strangled sob parted Camille’s lips as she glared at the man, tears stinging her eyes. “There, I think that looks nice. Don’t you?” Church grinned, licking the blood from his fingers.

“My first tattoo how sweet,” she retorted. The blood loss slowly making her vision blurry. Her chest rose and fell, panting as she felt some tears spill over her cheeks. Church was very amused. “Aww, what’s the matter? What happened all that bite of yours.” He leant down and licked the tears falling from her cheek, his fun filled grin pressing his fangs to her cheekbone. “I do love the way you cry.” Church’s hand danced over her forearm until it reached her fingers. “You don’t need these, do you?” He smirked as his fingers wrapped around hers before pulling back violently on them and breaking its bones into useless pieces.

Camille’s screams rang out filling the room. The sound of her bones snapping into shards was sickening. Bile rose in her throat threatening to empty her stomach contents. The tears flowed down her cheeks as she gulped for air, panting from the pain. “Go to hell bat boy.” Church frowned. “Gladly, once I'm done here of course. We Vampires are a breed of demon you know.” Church twisted at her broken fingers, swishing its mangled blood bone shards. “OH, you know that reminds me of something.” Church straddled her back, pinning her shoulders to the ground.

“Mutts aren’t. And do you know what demons do to mutts, miss Camille?” Church’s expression twisted into that of a finaticle demon. “They treat them as less than human. Which is pretty fucking low if you’ve had any experience here.” Church ran his fingers through her hair, massaging at her scalp with his claws. “Camille, I hope you know you’re never leaving this place.”


Whimpering from his touch, the massaging of her scalp felt heavenly but didn't soothe her pulsating, mangled hand. “If- if you hate mutts why not just kill me now than. Why keep me alive to live here with you?”

Church sighed and continued to play with her hair. “Well, you see. Being immortal and such gets pretty boring. Sometimes you just have to spice things up. Wouldn’t you say?” He allowed his claws to trail down her neck. “Truth be told, I’m having a load of fun right now. Aren’t you?” He laughed at her pathetic form, as she lay under him helpless. “We have a lot of time ahead of us Miss Camille. Since you’re not human, you won’t break so easy. You’ve really done this on yourself you see.”

Camille hummed in response, as strong as she wanted to be she was growing weak and tired. Her stomach growled and her eyes grew heavy. “A lifetime with you, how lovely.” She mumbled. Church nodded. “It is. Though, we’re not done here yet miss Camille. Nono, you don’t get off that easy.” Church signalled his slave for something, and within seconds he was given another needle.

Church picked up her limp body and adjusted her back into the restraints. He hummed a merry classical tune as he bonded her body to the harsh metal contraption. He then jabbed her with the needle. “This is adrenaline miss Camille. It will keep you alive and ticking while I have my way with you.” Church reached into his pocket and checked for the time. “I want you to add sevens for me, in your mind or out loud. Do it in intervals of three, it will keep you sane.” Church grinned as he reached for her mangled hand, and began to pull out her fingernails one by one.

Camille cried out, she wasn't sure which was worse. Her hand, the mangled mess or her once beautiful, manicured nails now lying in a pile. Each one ripped out more painful than the last. Church grabbed at her hand and sucked at her fingertips, draining the blood from them. “I wonder how long it will take before you become Anemic.” Church went over to the other hand and played with her fingertips. “Shall we move on to the next hand miss Camille?”

Closing her eyes tightly, Camille sucked in her bottom lip, waiting for him to torture her was just as excruciating as the torture itself. Church tapped his claw along her body, taking pleasure in her frightened anticipation. “Hmm, such a cute expression.” Church leant close to her face, taking her top lip between his fangs before sucking it into his mouth. His thumb brushed over her cheek and his other hand trailed back to her finger, snapping her first index finger by ninety degrees.

The pleasure he gifted her was met with more pain. Her scream almost swallowed by his mouth so close to her lips. The sounds of her pain died down quickly as more tears slipped down her cheeks.

Church grinned as her tears fell. “Oh my dear why do you cry? You practically begged for me to punish you with your bratty performance. As you’re beginning to find out, I can be quite the tamer.” Church’s tongue practically lapped at her tears. His claws scratching at her exposed belly.

Camille sucked in a breath before she squeaked softly, his nails tickling her mid section. “Yes I begged to be tortured by a psychopath.”

[Church]

Church put one arm behind his back as free hand dotted towards her next finger. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you. Did you say, break another finger?” Church grinned as he snapped her next finger to the side. “I couldn’t hear you over the screaming.” The girl cried out as she looked from one hand to the other. “Stop! Stop!” She panted heavily, her body starting to sweat. Church wiggled her now broken finger as she begged him to stop. “Oh? But we were just starting to have fun.”

Church rubbed at her next finger, savoring the look in her eyes as she feared what was to come following his touch. Snap. Another finger. Church began to hum another tune, he was having such a thrilling time. “I hope you heal fast. Do you mutts do that?” He asked with some curiosity. “The sooner they heal, the sooner we can begin again yes?” He grinned. Snap. “Oh look at that, there’s only your thumb left now. What shall I do with this?”

With each snap a new scream of pain rang out. The girl's throat raw and felt as if it was bleeding. “No more..” Her voice hoarse as she panted heavily her head lulling to the left. Her body exhausted from the torture that had already taken place. “No more?” Church smirked. “How quickly they change their tune.” Church’s hand wrapped around her thumb. “However, you still fail to realise who’s in charge here. We’re done when I say we’re done. Understand?”

As much as she wanted to remain strong she was tired and needed to rest. “Yes..” Her tone hung heavily with defeat. “Yes, who?” Church added. Her heart sunk as a pained expression clouded her face. “Master..” She whispered. Church smiled. “Very good.” His fingers relaxed around her thumb. “I think our first lesson was a rather satisfying success.” Church turned and reached into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief and wiped up her blood from his hands. *

He signalled for his servants to clean up. Shortly after it was just them two alone in the room, her limp and tired body struggling to keep awake. “I think you’ve earnt yourself a reward.” Church pulled a small lollipop from his pocket and stuck it into her mouth. “Now, let us move you into your new room, yes?”

Church released her from the bindings, she wouldn’t be able to resist with her hands broken and mangled now. He hung her over his shoulder like a freshly hunted carcass and began to dance out of the room, heading to her chambers. “Here we are miss Camille.” Church dropped her body into the center of the dark and damp room. It was practically a prison cell. “Please make yourself comfortable.” Church reached for the chains connected to the wall, one clamping around her neck, and two others around her ankles. “I’ll see you in the morning, miss Camille.”

The woman watched him lock her up like a dog. Oddly enough the cold metal against her ankle soothed the spot where the arrow hit her. The cold floor was welcoming enough for her tattered body yet made her teeth chatter against the lollipop. Her eyes felt heavy as she slowly started to fall asleep a few tears still slipping down her cheeks.

The dawn came as quickly as the night had fallen, however, inside this fortress there was no way to tell day from night. Everything was just one long endless day that never seemed to end. For any human prisoner it was enough to make them go mad within a month. Church rattled his claws against the prison door. ‘Wakey. Wakey.” Church sang. “How do we feel on this fine… time.” He smirked, playing with her mind as to the time of day.

Groaning the girl rolled slightly hissing at how stiff and painful it was too move. Her once lovely long honey brown locks now a matted mess. Bags shadowed under her once bright midnight ocean blue orbs. Her body was still exhausted from all the torture and drugs. Looking up at him helplessly as her plush lips formed a thin line.

Church grnined. “No answer.” He opened the door, her mess of a body was quite a sight to behold. He knelt down beside her and squished her cheeks together between his hand. “Look at you. Such a bloodied mess. A woman after my own heart.” He smirked. “Are we ready for another round?” He allowed her head to drop as he gently pet her matted hair.

Camille whined softly as she wanted this all to simply be a bad dream. She wanted to wake in her warm bed in her small room at the inn. Closing her eyes tightly before opening again her heart sank in her chest. A small sob shook her broken body as warm tears rolled down her pale cheeks.

Church tilted his head. “Don’t feel lippy today? Oh well.” He grinned as his hand stroked her cheek as her tears fell. “I’m sure if you close your eyes and wish hard enough. You’ll be right back in your own home again.” He laughed out loud. “Oh man. The things you do to me miss Camille.” He stood and allowed her face to drop back onto the cobblestone floor. “Maybe you should count sheep. Or whatever you mutts are interested in.” Church left and shut the door behind him, a darkness engulfing her once more.

Her sobs filled the black abyss that was now her home. Curling into a small ball on the cold floor. The only thing to keep her company were the rats that scurried across the floor every so often.

Church returned again, light filling the room as he opened the door. “Still alive miss Camille? I hope you’re hungry.” Church opened the door and threw a bowl of dog food down at her face. “Eat up. Unless you’d rather starve to death of course.” Church smirked and closed the door behind him once more.

Glancing from the bowl to her hands more tears slipped silently down her face. Wrapping her palm around her not so mangled hand she tried the best she could to reset her fingers. Each finger she reset she cried out with muffled screams. Gasping slightly as all were set back into place. With her “good” hand she scooped up some dog food. As if on command her stomach growled loudly. Shoving the food in her mouth, gagging she choked it down. A small whimper left her lips as she glanced down at the empty bowl, disgrace weighing heavily on her that she had fallen so weak to eat dog food.

More time passed and he wondered how long it’d be before she snapped. He opened the door once again allowing the light to pour into the room. “You ate all your food, what a good girl. I’ve got some more for you.” He said with an amused smile as he threw another bowl of dog food, then he placed a bowl of water near the door. “I think I’ll watch this time. Oh, and I do hope you’re not getting used to your hands again.”

Camille whined softly as she curled tightly into herself. Maybe if she was small enough she would disappear, away from this hellhole, away from him. Closing her eyes tightly she started to hum an upbeat melody. Hopefully if he thought she had gone mad he would leave her be. Church found it quite entertaining, but no. He walked over to her and stepped on her head, ceasing her humming. “Thats enough of that.” He smirked and leant down, picking her face up by the chin and kicking the dog food beneath her before letting her face fall into it.

Church pet her head as she began to sob. “There there. The sooner you accept you’re nothing more than a dog, the sooner you’ll stop suffering.” Her sobs only grew louder, she felt lower than a dog as if her humanity had been ripped away and it had by the monster standing over her. “Now, eat. Show me what a good little doggy you are.” Church smirked sadistically.

Slowly she lapped up the dog food, gagging at the taste just as much as the first time. Church was pleased, he brushed her hair from her face as she ate. “Very good.” Church stood and stepped on her shoulder blades pinning her to the floor before kneeling and checking the scar on her back. It was gnarly and gross having not healing properly. “That looks like an infection, it’d be shame if you died on me so soon.” Church grinned. “Why don’t you beg for help?”

The girl choked back a sob at the pain from his foot pressed on her back. Her back was on fire and indeed felt like it had its own pulse. “Please,” she whispered glancing up at the man. “Help me..” Church dug his nails into her back. “Help me, who?” She cried out.“Master, please help me. Master..” Church’s lips curled. “Very good.” He stood and let the chains from her ankles go, but disconnected the one clasped around her neck from the wall as he held her by a collar and chain. “Now let’s go to the infirmary shall we?”

Church tugged at the chain ordering her to follow him. “You are to stay two steps behind me and remain on your hands and knees. Understood?” Nodding she cried softly getting on her hands and knees as best as she could with her bad hand. Walking she tried to keep up as best as possible her head hanging low in disgrace. Whenever she fell behind Church would pull on her chain harder and scold her. It was a long and painful walk before they finally reached the infirmary.

Church smirked, it was like he was taking his pet to the vet for a checkup. He patted the open tabletop. “Now, sit up here and I’ll take a look at you.” He allowed her to follow his instruction as he began to set up his tools. Slowly the girl got on the table, her knees and palms torn to shreds from the harsh tugging and trying to keep up on the rough flooring. Sucking in her lower lip as it started to quiver looking at all his tools.

Church loved that look. He took his scalpel and trailed it along her back, not cutting just yet. “Now, this may sting. So be a good pup and sit still.” Church grinned and began to carve out all the infected gunk and crusty blood and skin. As he went he dotted the wounds with a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant. Feeling the infection drain and cut from her flesh was a relief yet still very painful.

Church went to fetch his needle, this was the first drug the ministry sent him for field testing. “Now I’m going to inject you with this. It will ease the pain.” He said with a coy smile. He stuck it into her arm and allowed it to spread through her system. It did indeed help with the pain, but it was also mind numbing, allowing for a more obedient slave. Church moved onto her hands and began to wiggle her fingers and apply pressure to the broken bones. “Does this hurt?” He said with a sick smile.

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A small whimper left her lips but her head lulled. “K-kinda..” Her eyes felt heavy as she wanted a hot bath and a warm bed. “Master..” Closing her eyes for a brief moment relishing in the short time that no pain was being inflicted on her. Church nodded in agreement. “Now we’re learning.” He applied a cream to her hands which gave them a burning sensation. “I suppose you’ve earnt yourself a bath.” Church grinned.

He took her again on her hands and knees to his own personal restroom, it was very open and spacious with a large spa at its center. Church made her sit at the edge of the spa as he began to strip, slowly sinking himself into the relaxing waters. “You’ll get your turn.” Camille wanted the hot water to relax her tight, sore muscles but nodded. She didn't want to endure any more torture any time soon. “Y-yes Master..”

Averting her eyes from the large tub she stared down at the floor. Church hummed another classical tune as he relaxed in his spa. “Hmm, why don't you give your master a shoulder rub.” Church grinned. Holding up her mangled hand but quickly rubbed his shoulders any way. Small whimpers escaping her lips as she needed the small knots in his shoulders.

Church reached behind himself and grabbed at her hair. “Time for a reward.” Church smirked and brought her face over his exchanging an amused look before biting into her raw neck and snacking on her mutt blood. His bite was less murderous and almost tender, and he drained her slow as to allow her to feel the blood gently coursing through her veins.

Camille slowly leaned into his embrace, the blood loss she had already endured helping to her weak state. A soft moan left her lips as her head hung to the side. Church licked his lips as he let her neck go from the grip of his fangs. He tapped at her cheek and smiled. “There.” Church relaxed back into her spa before realising something. “Oh, why don’t you make yourself useful and wash up.” Church gestured towards the bath scrub and various supplies. “You are to clean your master first, then yourself second. Understood?”

Camille nodded her head quietly, “yes Master.” Standing she made her way towards the supplies. Grabbing a bar of soap and a soft loofa sponge. Making her way back towards the large spa. Sitting at the edge she soaped up the loofa before guiding the man into the sitting position. “Sit forward, Master so I may get your back.” Her voice soft and gentle as her touch. She didn't want to do anything to anger him. Church complied and gave her more of his back to wash.

Camille rubbed the loofa in small circles moving slightly each time until his entire back was washed. Before guiding him to lay back again she gently started to wash his chest. Her eyes darting to his face every so often making sure he was not displeased. Church was not, as a relaxed grin was visible on his face. “Hmm, now come in here and do the front.”

Biting down on her lower lip she stood, slowly stripping away her undergarments that were now her close. Her large round breast stood perk, her hips curved and her round bum held two dimples just above it. Slipping into the water quickly and quietly grabbing the loofa. Keeping her distance she started working on his chest once more from one collarbone to the next, massaging gently as she went.

Church watched her intently as she washed him, always to be sure she was compliant and docile. He allowed his hand to gently caress her cheek and brush her brown locks to the side. “Very good. Do you enjoy pleasing your Master?” Nodding quietly she worked on his arms, “yes Master I do.” Setting down the loofa she picked up a glass rinsing the suds off his skin still keeping her distance.

Church ran his wet fingers through his ashen hair with a satisfied look on his face. He reached for a shampoo. “Sit on my lap. I will wash your hair.” Church would make sure her that good behaviour was rewarded, he didn’t think she’d like to go back to the chambers, although she was a bratty one. “Unless of course, you do not accept your Master’s care?”

Camille’s heart leapt in her chest as she didn't want to refuse because she knew the consequence that came with that. Licking her plush lips she made her way towards the man. Sitting on his lap she gasped softly feeling his member against her butt. “N-No Master I wouldn't decline your care..” He smiled as his fingers ran through her hair. “Good.”

He applied the shampoo to his hands and began to work at her scalp with his soft fingertips, and gently working the product through the length of her hair. He made sure that he got every area before slowly rinsing with warm water. The chemical residue stinging her open wounds. Church allowed his hands to feel at the delicate frame of her form, pressing at her tender spots. “You are quite the endowed one pet. I'm sure someone, somewhere out there, is sighing for your absence.” Church sunk his teeth into her shoulder, feeding hungrily off her but not greedily.

She gripped his thighs tightly with her fingertips as she felt his fangs sink into her shoulder. A groan left her lips as she started to pant softly. “No- no one will notice I am gone. I have no one Master, only you now..” The reality of her statement was a slap in the face almost as she could feel the sting of tears brimming in her eyes.

“Oh? How tragic. I don’t know if it's worse to have been taken from a loving family or to have never had one to begin with.” He snickered. “Which one are you, pet?” Church prodded with his words at her mind. First he’d get to know his pet, then work his way into their mind, the rest followed suit.


“I had a family, they died slaughtered for what they were.” Her hand gently touching the surface of the water watching the ripples she had just created slowly die down than repeating the process. “Do you have family, Master?” She turned looking at him briefly before returning her attention back to the water.

Church smirked. “Oh, slaughtered for being mutts. Aren’t you glad I’m not so cold hearted pet?” Church pinched her cheek softly before continuing. “I did. Thousands of years ago. But only biologically I suppose, they were and are nothing. I only owe them for bringing me into existance of course.” He paused with a curious smile on his face. “Then I had a master of my own. The previous Hellrose who turned me.” His smile grew to a grin as his serpentine like tongue flickered over his teeth. “Then I killed her.”

Cammy sucked in a breath as she moved her hands into her own lap. Her Master had a Master that he had killed. Chewing on her lower lip she played with a strand of her hair. “Oh..” She squeaked in a reply only simply being lost for words. Church let his fingers dance over the tender skin which he had bit into. “Does this bother you pet? The previous Hellrose was pathetic. I enjoyed eating her corpse.”

Shaking her head no Camille stared intently at her hands for a moment. “No, Master it doesn't bother me..” In honesty it didn't bother her that he killed someone she was more uncomfortable with his length poking her every time he shifted. Church sunk into the water before re emerging beside her. “It should bother you pet. You should be right to fear me. Though, that’s only if you plan on disobeying.” He leant forward, his blood red eyes gleaming at her. “But I have a feeling I’ll be very satisfied with my new pet.” He smirked as he dangled the chain around her neck.

He pulled himself out of the water and called for his other slaves to dry him off. “I will show you to your new home pet.” He pulled at her chain to get her out of the water before his slaves patted her down to dry her. “Now, follow.” She followed quickly behind to ensure not to be tugged at again. Church hummed again as he lead her through the hallways of his castle he took her to his own personal room which only he was allowed to enter. In the corner was a large dog bed. “You may rest now, pet.”

Biting down on her lower lip before she nodded softly crawling into the large bed. “Goodnight Master, thank you.” She murmured quietly, the last ounce of dignity she had torn away as she nestled into the bed.

[Church]

Church shuffled through his paperwork as she slept, as he did not sleep ever. The ministry had many new experimental drugs for him to test, an amused smile spreading across the right side of his face. Camille mumbled and shuffled in her sleep. He smirked and continued with his paperwork. In other news, he had dug into the case of her killed parents who were indeed mutts as well, and as he thought, it was the ministry. Seems as though they got a little sloppy and left two alive. Although, her brother also died, but not from the ministry. “Curious..” He licked his lips as he began to feel a thirst again.

Church checked the time, it had been a good eight hours since she first went to sleep. Church walked over to his pet and wrapped her chain around his fingers. He tugged on it gently. “Wakey wakey pet. We’re draining you today.” He said with a smirk.

The girl sighed softly rubbing her eyes gently with her good hand. The words rang fear in her heart but there was nothing she could do. She was broken and weak and he had all the power. Only a small whimper left her lips as she clambered out of her large pet bed.

Church wasn’t wasting any time as he tugged at her chain, but quickly paused realising her forgot to do something. “Oh yes, your food.” He smirked. “Sit. Stay. I’ll be back.” Church left the room to fetch her food. Shortly after he returned with a bowl of a cut up steak and served it to her. “Eat up, you get something slightly better than dog food today.” The girl's heart soared briefly but she knew there was always a catch. Savoring the taste of the meat. Though it didn't last long.

When she was done he pulled at her collar again. “Now, let’s go.” Church led her back to the dungeons. ‘There’s something special about our emotions pet. Did you know that? A person's blood tastes differently depending on how that person feels. The healthiness of a person also affects the taste. I’ve come to this discovery quite recently… the gourmet vampire, pet. They drink only the finest, and they require a certain taste to please their palates.” Camille chewed on her lower lip, “So, today is the day I die..” Though the man was too busy to realize she was mumbling to herself.

Church reached into his supplies and pulled out a syringe making sure it was ready. “Hmm, I’m going to have you on a special rack today.” He smirked. Taking her chain he pulled her over to the rack and began to tie her up, humming merrily. “Today’s taste my pet, is an erotic one. Truth be told mutt blood isn’t the most popular market out there, but there are a select few with an acquired taste for it, and it can be quite difficult to come by it.” Church began to set up the tubes, one in each of her limbs. “This drain always illicites a strange response from my goods.” Cammy’s stomach clenched as she always hated needles. Closing her eyes tightly she could feel the tears brimming up.

He took the syringe which had been filled with a powerful aphrodisiac and injected it into her veins. “It’s quite fast acting.” Sucking in a breath she felt her body relax looking up at the man a few tears spilt over her cheeks. Church reached for a sprinkler like contraption from his tool box and poured hot wax in before sprinkling it at her feet. “Try to relax, it won’t feel good if you resist.” The wax burnt for just a moment as it dripped onto her skin, he trailed the sprinkler up and kept it hot and the wax in a liquid state, allowing it to dot at stomach, rear, back, and breasts.

Tossing her head back as a moan parted her lips. Shivering slightly she sucked in her lower lip. “W-what are you doing to me, I-I'm horny…” The wax slide down her body causing another moan to escape her lips. A small pleasure starting to grow deep in her belly causing what was in between her thighs to pulsate with anticipation. “Master..”

Church scraped his nails over her back, sending shivers down her spine. “I have injected you with a powerful aphrodisiac which increases your libido. The slightest touches are to bring pleasure, and pain to drive you mad.” Church continued to drip the wax onto different parts of her body, spotting them. “When you are driven into an orgasm I shall drain you, your sexual desire will be present in the taste of your blood. That is what, and why.” He smirked as he depraved her of his touch, setting down the sprinkler.

Church allowed the aphrodisiac and the hot wax on her body to work at her. Her body becoming increasingly sensitive to the wax present on her skin. Beads of sweat began to drip down her body, as she slipped into lust. Her nipples grew hard as everything sent her body ablaze. Her head rolled, simple droplets of sweat sending her body into a frenzy. Her bud in between her legs begging to be touched, aching. Rubbing her thighs together she moaned. “Oh Gods..” she panted, her hair now damp with sweat, little strands clinging to her face.

Church’s tongue licked as his molars as he watched her squirm in lust. Church began to hum again flipping through his ‘tools’ and pulled from it a blindfold. “Hmm this should help you relax.” He tied it around her eyes, blocking out the sights of the dungeon, only leaving her with the feelings and sounds of her own insatiable hunger to climax. Watching his tongue lap at his teeth had sent her over the edge just before the blindfold hid everything from her sight.

Church spread her legs apart with the rack, preventing her from rubbing them together, she would have to beg if she wanted to come here. “How do you feel pet? Is it to your pleasure?” He grinned, of course he’d have to be sure if he wanted to get the flavor he wanted. Her feelings heightened. Her clit being exposed left her body squirming with anticipation. A soft moan left her lips as his movements had caused a soft breeze in between her legs. “M-Master..” She moaned writhing, desperate for his touch. “Please,” she begged.

Church raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Oh? Please what, pet?” Biting down on her lower lip she groaned, “I need you Master.” Her voice hoarse as she was starting to crave his touch anything to end this torture. Church allowed his fingertips to gently brush along her outer thigh. “Need, pet? What do you need?” Church smirked, amused with her pleading. Tossing her head back she arched her back as much as the contraption allowed her to. “Your touch for you to please me, Master.”

Church trailed his fingers from her outer thigh to her inner, inches away from her privates. “Like this?” His nails raked at her thigh. “Yes, oh Gods yes!” She called out pushing her hips closer to his touch. “More please, Master.” Church tapped at her thigh with his finger. “Oh yes? How interesting.” Church trailed his fingers around her crotch, teasing her before taking his touch away, leaving the drug to eat at her once again. A liquid began to secrete from her groin, trailing down her thighs.

A small helpless whimpered at the absence of his touch. “Master more please….” She moaned feeling the fire in her belly grow more with the anticipation.“I need you, Master.” She begged him. He dug at his tools once more, pulling out a small electrical rod. “I'm known to be a rather cruel partner pet. You’re going to have to beg like the dog you are.” Church smirked as the rod brushed along her legs, not yet powered up.

“I can take it Master, please I need this. I need you!” She gasped feeling the cold metal against her thigh. Bucking her hips forward as she moaned. Church grinned. “Very good pet.” He pressed at the rods handle sending a small electrical current to shoot through the metal rod. He tapped it against her outer thigh, sending the electricity to spread through her whole body before relaxing again.

Church then began to bounce the metal rod along her body, sending shockwave after shockwave through her body. Each wave causing her muscles to contract. Church turned on the draining device, sending the pleasure of her blood slowly being sucked out from her body. He bounced the rod from her thigh to her ribs, to her breasts, buttox, neck, hips, and inner thigh. The sheer voltage causing the lower half of her body to spasm, satisfying the aphrodisiacs greedy claim to be touched at every part of her body, forcing her into an orgasm. Her body tensed as she cried out, her moans filling the room. Her toes curled and her back arched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Oh yes!”

Church was pleased with the result, as he watched her come from the stimuli. “Hmm, there we go. That’s a good pet.” He smirked and raked his nails at her back. Her erotic blood had filled his required amount and he stopped the drainage. He released her from the restraints after removing the tubes and bandaging the holes in her skin from them. As she collapsed to the ground he lifted her chin up and brushed her hair from her face. “Are you satisfied, pet?” His blood red eyes meeting her sea of blue.

The insides of her thighs dripping with her own juices, her body ached and trembled from the amount of pleasure she had just endured. “Y-yes Master,” she whispered softly meeting his intense gaze.

Church smiled and released her from his grip. He walked over back to his throne after ordering one of the maids to pack up. “Come, pet.” He gestured his hand to her, she followed. He allowed her to curl up onto his chest and sit on his lap, caressing her cheek and gently massaging his fingers into her hair. “You were a very good girl today. Isn’t it so much nicer to obey?”

Nuzzling deeper into his chest Camille was enjoying the small moment for kindness he was gifting her. “Yes Master I see that now..” Her voice was but a gentle hum as she closed her eyes feeling the exhaustion of today's events. “Rest now, you are safe in your Master’s arms.” Church allowed her to gently lull into a slumber, watching over her features as she slept.

[darkest.desires.]

Her Master had done a three sixty but just like a wild horse he had to break her. She didn't enjoy being something a person owned but she couldn't do much about it. Accept it and she had since then it has worked in her favor.

Slumber claimed her quickly, the feeling of his hand massaging her scalp. A soft purr rumbled her chest, hunkering down into a small ball in his lap. A small sigh leaving her lips as all became peacefully dark. “Thank you Master,” she mumbled almost inaudibly.

Some hours passed as she slumbered yet when she stirred she was feeling refreshed this having been the best sleep she had obtained at the castle. Gently rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she glanced up at the man’s lap she currently occupied. “M-Master why are you looking at me like that.” Her voice thick with sleep as she was still groggy from the nap she had just taken. The man that now owned her had an intent yet gentle gaze casted down on her.

“Just watching you, pet. You do mumble quite a bit in your sleep.” He mused gifting her with a rare smile. Cammy could feel her cheeks heat up as they were painted red. “W-what did I say, I don't even remember dreaming..” Raking her brain she tried to draw up what she had dreamt. Nothing came to mind, she didn't even really remember falling asleep.

Chewing on the inside of her cheek with nervousness before casting her dark midnight ocean blue orbs up toward her Master. “Oh a little of this and a little of that, just some amusing things.” Her nose scrunched with dissatisfaction that he was poking fun at her. “Master..” She whined like a small child wanting something they couldn't have.

Church raised an eyebrow at her intonation. “Yes?” He asked curiously. “Won't you tell me what I said that has you looking so smug, please.” Her lower lip jutted out in a pouting motion, her eyes growing slightly larger and round. “Hmm, I don’t think you’d like to know, pet.” His hand trailing down her form and resting on her hips.

A small shiver traveled down her body following his touch. “Mm but I would like to know Master, please..” Letting her lips slightly graze his jaw line. “Please..” Church flinched for a moment before giving in. “Very well.” He grinned. “First you were saying things like, ‘warm’ ‘comfy’ ‘master’” He tilted his head and looked her in her eyes. His next thought seemed to amuse him. “Then, you mentioned your brother.”

Camille’s carefree demeanor vanished as soon as he uttered the last word. Her heart sinking into her chest, catching her lower lip between her teeth for a brief moment. “James..” Her voice barely above a whisper, looking at her hands now wound tightly in her lap. Church stroked the back of her head as if to comfort her. “Would you care to talk about it?” He seemed to watch her with great focus.

The tears collected quickly, the bridge of her nose stinging. Shaking her head no for a moment before the words just came spilling out. “I killed him, well my pride got him killed. I was the personal guard to a Queen a while back. I was on a mission to find this witch that had been casting a sleeping spell. Whatever happened to you in your slumber happened to you in real life. It killed many people.. Well I found her and instead of calling for backup I faced her on my own. I killed her but not before she took my locket I had that held a picture of my twin, James.. He started to die slowly from the inside out. Had I just called for help she would have been obtained and he would have lived..” By the end of her story the sobs racked her body. Gasping for air as her body shook violently. “It's- it’s all my fault!”

Church placed a finger on her full lips to silence her. He held her tightly to prevent her shaking. “Indeed it may have helped to call for backup my pet. But the reality is that you were too weak. You had the power to stop her, did you not?” Church looked carefully into her eyes. “You hesitated. It was the hesitation that killed him.” Church smirked as his finger slid from her lips. “Am I wrong?” He asked.

“You don't understand,” she cried out. “Once I get into my Lycan form my Lycan spirit takes over and she is blood thirsty and doesn't like to release hold for me to shift back!” Her lower lip trembled as the tears spilled freely down her cheeks. A knot in her stomach started to form, sadness and disgrace making it sit in there like a rock. “I didn't want to shift and kill more than just the witch..” Her heart started to break all over again with the loss of her twin.

“Oh I'm so sorry JC.” Wrapping her arms tightly around her knees, pulling them to her chest to make herself into small ball on her master's lap. “What have I done?” Church pet her tenderly as she seemed to break down. “I see.” Church smirked. “Then the issue was in your own fear. You must not fear what you are my pet. You must learn and accept. Accept that you are a monster, and you will be able to purpose yourself.” His fingers danced along her hip to her nose. “Long ago when I killed my master and freed myself from her bondage, I was faced with a harsh reality. I realised that I was not normal, even when I was human. By accepting your nature you will be able to see things in more clarity, yes? When I accepted that I was a monster, everything became clear, it’s why I joined the ministry of course.”

Nodding slowly Cammy looked up at him. A man that had broken her and made her feel like nothing more now comforting her. “I have no one left all my family gone, how am I to live forever with no one?” The question wasn't certainly aimed towards him but more towards herself. Accepting herself and they way her other half was would certainly take a while to do. Church ran his fingers through her hair. “You have a master now, you are to never be alone. Is that not the beauty of being owned, pet? You will always have someone taking care of you.” He placed his hand onto hers and gently worked his tips into her slowly recovering joints, careful not to make it hurt. “Just remember my pet. Those who are able to forgive themselves, and are able to accept their true nature… they, are the strong ones.”

Camille nodded softly drinking in his words with a hunger she hadn't felt in a while. The things he said were true and it was as if he had shined a light on such a dark subject. Looking down at his hands gently rubbing her own she smiled softly. “You are very wise Master and I am learning I am lucky to have you so that I won't be alone..” Sighing softly she closed her eyes briefly letting everything settle in. “Thank you,” her tone genuine as she offered him a kind smile, her blue orbs gazing into his crimson. “Truly thank you, Master.”

Church smiled. “But of course. After living for thousands of years you tend to learn a thing or two.” He wasn’t done just yet. “Think about what purpose you wish to have. Does serving your master sound pleasing, pet?” Camille looked slightly puzzled for a moment but answered anyway. “Of course it does, Master.” Church grinned. “Then you will purpose yourself for me in your time of realisation. Yes?” Slowly she nodded her head briefly. “Yes, Master..”

He allowed for a few more minutes of closeness before reaching for her chain again. “I think it’s about time we continued on.” He said with an amused grin. “Come pet, we shall help you overcome this fear of yours.” She wanted to holler in protest, to scream but she knew that she had to obey for he was her Master and she his pet, “Of course Master..”

[Shinsou Vaan Osiris]

Church receives 325 EXP and 45 GP!

Darkest desires receives 325 EXP and 45 GP!

[Shinsou Vaan Osiris]

All rewards added!