Sometimes earlier.
Minndt, who was more of an indoor person than an outdoor person, never thought he would think that one day but...he missed the cold wind against his face. The different smells of the air outside, the birds' sounds, these kinds of things. Locked in a house he hadn't seen when out of the van since Orthon he got had blindfolded him, the time was infinitely long. All he could do to gain a bit of freedom was to stare discreetly behind the red curtains when no one was looking at him. There was nothing around except a forest. All he could admire were the rows of trees along the path leading to the house, or more precisely, to the mansion. The first two days of his arrival, the god of spirit and feelings had feared the moment when his death would come, but nothing. The vampires in the mansion accommodated his presence, and, except for inappropriate remarks, all was calm.
The situation changed on the third day.
It had started with a wake-up call in the middle of the night, and Minndt must have followed one of Orthon's subordinates into the basement. Once he got to the bottom of the spiral staircase, he had led him to what he had called the Transfiguration room. A beautiful name for a terrifying place. When the god's eyes rested on the metal chair the vampire was asking him to sit on, he listened to his instincts and tried to flee to run into another vampire.
"Are we going somewhere by any chance?"
"Leave me alone!"
"After all the trouble we went to get you here? Certainly not."
Minndt's ordeal began after these words. The vampire in a black blouse over his equally black shirt pushed him into the chair and tied his wrists and ankles. The leather thongs were pulled tight, but that didn't stop the god from struggling. He had to escape from there; his life depended on it! But this one, he heard being called the doctor, came and sat down in front on his stool and began his "metamorphosis." He played with a long needle between Minndt's fingers before rolling up his sleeve.
"No, no, don't drug me!"
"You need to be relaxed. Otherwise, you are going to be very loud. Let yourself be overwhelmed by the well-being."
"I'm not going to take it, don't do it!"
"I'll give you a little bit to start."
"I beg you don't do it!"
The vampire ignored him and tightened the leather strap around his bicep before pushing the needle through the inner skin of his elbow. The drug spread through his veins, mixing with his blood, and when the first effects kicked in, Minndt knew he wouldn't last long. His mind clouded heavily, and he struggled to understand what this vampire was saying to him. He heard the collar before he felt the black leather set with an orange stone tighten around his neck. A new leather strap appeared around his chest, and he couldn't escape.
"You will help us."
"Never..."
"You will, whether you realize it or not."
"Leave me…"
The words faded into the silence of the room as the god's thoughts turned into indescribable chaos. The increased level of drugs in his body only increased his nightmares that he could not escape upon waking up.
"Your mind is mine now."
"I'm in control. I'm a god, stupid vampire."
"Let's see how much longer."
"They will kill you."
"Who, your friends? Should they find us already don't you think?"
"They will find me and exterminate everyone in this mansion."
"Let's see which of the two of us is right. Open your mouth wide."
Minndt obediently without be conscious, and a gag came sealing his words, to the delight of the vampire blouse and others attending the scene. An electrode rested on his temple and then a second before the first button of his shirt was undone.
"Hmm?"
"Hush, get high."
But he was still conscious enough to know what was being done to him. The intrusion of the hand reconnected him fully to reality. The god tensed for a second before struggling, desperately trying to free his hands and feet.
"Don't be embarrassed," the man in the blouse laughed as he stood up from his desk. "Watch him. I'm coming back."
The vampire was gone in the blink of an eye, thanks to his powers. Minndt did not dare meet the gaze of his supervisors. He knew for a fact what he would see just the way they stood near him and their whispering: a desire for the lust of which he was the target.
"The boss said you were on this side."
"You should be happy to receive our attention, smile."
"We'll be nice to you, so let a little smile appear on your cute little face."
"You will only be more delicious to watch."
Minndt ignored them as much as he could and stared at the floor so he could focus on the mishmash of his thoughts. Someone had to come quickly to free him, to save him. But the only person who came back up the spiral staircase was this vampire in a black blouse he already hated. In his now gloved hands was a small black box which he came to put on the cart next to an anxious Minndt. His executioner sat down in front of him. Their eyes met, but neither of them was thinking the same thing.
"What is your name?" the vampire doctor asked, removing the gag for a moment.
"Minndt, Minndt Sen."
"Cute."
The gag was replaced, and the man patted his hands before spreading his fingers.
"Oh, I see you've already tried to fight," he sneered, looking at the slightly bluish fingers. "What a bad boy."
"You have to make him understand that it is not a good thing to disobey." smiles sadistically a vampire posted in front of the now-closed sliding door.
"Obviously. If you're nice, Minndt, I'll take off that necklace that seems to bother you."
The god of mind and feelings didn't believe a word of it, and the vampire knew it, his deceptively benevolent smile disappearing immediately. The flat black box was opened and a finely decorated and elegant ice pick.
"Your domain is the brain and everything that goes on in the cranial box of a living being, so you don't need your hands to be of service to us."
"Mmh!"
"But, if you decide to help us of your own accord, the pain will be much less."
"Mmh."
"In that case… we're going to make you get it into people's heads through the airwaves."
"Hmm?"
"We just need a fraction of your power that will allow us to fit our speech into the small minds of our future guests. But since you don't want yourself, you see us being forced to use the hard way. "
Minndt's eyes widened as he felt the tip of the ice pick resting on the back of his hand, drawing small circles before the hand rose. A gag muffled cry escaped his throat as the point pierced his flesh and passed through his painful hand, breaking bones in its path. Tears beading from the corners of his eyes rolled down his cheeks. Another muffled cry echoed through the room as the ice pick moved. The man called doctor spun it around in his pierced hand, watching the blood dripping onto the blood and passing through the fingers of his new guinea pig.
"Ercy…" Minndt moaned miserably, tilting his head to the side.
"Please? Come on, we're just getting started. What else doesn't he need to be helpful to us?"
"Their fingers." replied a vampire back.
"Their eyes." added a second.
"His legs." adds a third.
"His crotch." the latter outbid with a maniacal smile.
The other three vampires nodded eagerly to the last suggestion, and the doctor watched with relish as Minndt froze. His eyes, reddened by tears, restarted to cry again when the four vampires in the background advanced several steps.
"We'll stick to the other proposals. It wouldn't be fun for us if we made this god become a eunuch," the doctor laughed, cruelly, as he removed the ice pick. "Here it is, it's over. You stop whining like a child."
"Ease, ercy…"
"How he's cute when he asks for help…" the tallest vampire said enthusiastically after arriving behind the chair.
His cold and invasive fingers slid under his shirt as his other hand undid the other buttons on his shirt. The cold of the room made the god shudder again, and he tried as best he could to shake off his invading hands.
"Hold it tight. I'll plug it in now that it's a little more malleable." ordered the doctor after getting up from his stool.
"Yes, sir."
Cold hands moved to his sides, and before Minndt could even protest, the current went through the cables. The electrodes placed on his beats took only a fraction of a second to receive the electricity and transmit it to the victim's brain. The void. Not a thought for several minutes. His blank gaze worried the five vampires who eyed him worriedly before being relieved when he struggled again.
"Effective." the little vampire pointed out curiously.
"His mind will quickly distort, won't it?"
"Mmh!"
"Oh, isn't that nice?"
"Mmh!"
"Don't worry, soon you won't even feel it going through your brain."
"Mmh! Mmh!"
"Hush, hush. Now you are going to listen carefully to me."
"Mmh!"
"You're going to be good and let all your little thoughts come and go, okay?"
"Mmh ?!"
"I would know if you try to focus on something, your brain activity will show up on my screen. Isn't encephalograms fantastic?"
"Ease. I… I…"
"You what?"
"I think he's trying to say: 'I want to be fiddled with, and that would be a pleasure," the wandering-handed vampire replied in a low tone. "Look at that skin. We would bite it all over the place."
Minndt's shirt was entirely unbuttoned, and a part of his tattoo on the right side of his abdomen caught the attention of the five vampires.
"The god has some surprises..."
The comment did not reach Minndt, who did not know what to do: try to speak, moan, or think. His mind was chaotic and incoherent. His body was a carnal envelope overflowing with pain. The intrusive fingers wandered up to his upper chest, moving slowly over his collarbones before descending toward his cold pointed nipples.
"Look who's reacting," the vampire excitedly looked at the doctor.
"Go ahead and do what you want to do."
"With pleasure."
A cry of pure terror burned Minndt's throat as the fingers staining his body pressed on his nipples, and new hands invaded his thighs. His head, bombarded with sending regular electricity, was brutally forcibly turned to let his neck be at the mercy of all. He knew what was going to happen again. Intoxication and pain, tainted body and wounded soul. Terror cut him down to size, and in an attempt to escape, the beta with the one lock of white hair closed his eyes. A teasing tongue licked his neck, but he didn't move, letting the hands-on his thighs move up to his belt and undo it. Unsurprisingly, his pants were undone and the second pair of hands degrading his body became more intrusive than the first, teasing his lower abdomen.
"I want to eat it."
"You can do it if you want."
"Sure, doc? He's not going to die if I do that?"
"Not if you don't drain him completely. We need him alive."
"Yeah, we know that."
A second tongue, more teasing than the first, ventured on his stomach before fangs pierced the flesh as well as his neck. The intoxication was doubled and total while they drank his precious red liquid, spread over the rest of his body. But the blinding ecstasy was only temporary, and when their canines receded from his bruised body, dishonour and horror fell upon him.
"You make one of these faces. Enjoy the attention we give you..."
These words froze his blood, and his instincts, asleep, suddenly woke up and made him open his eyes. Minndt struggled, strapped on his chair, to and screamed as best he could despite the gag.
"Doc, he came out of his trance, I think."
"Look like, yes… Too bad, everything was going well so far."
"We're going to have to go harder with his little mind, aren't we?"
"Oh yes, so much harder."
"Won't that kill him?"
"No, don't worry, he might just lose his mind but is that our problem? No."
"As long as it can be useful."
"Exactly."
The current power supply through Minndt's cranium intensified and made him lose all touch with reality. His sight blurred, his hearing weakened, and his head twitched in all directions. He had to rip his electrodes out of his temples before his mind clear out! He realized at his depends that the only thing he could do was keep crying until he had no more tears and his vocal cords gave way. Minndt ended up paying no attention to the hands roaming his body and didn't look up when his name was called. He was alone with monsters, his sanity was surrounded by madness, and he wasn't going to last long. He knew it. He was alone in this cold room with a bloodstained floor. He was sure the metal table would be the one on which his body would be completely drained of blood.
The electrodes never stopped sending electricity through his head, and he never got used to it. The hands continued to stain his body that was drugged, battered, mangled and cut every day. Again and again and again. His lips have been rapidly corrupted, and although his jaw ached, this pain was nothing compared to the others. His physical integrity was no more than a vague memory. His sanity danced on the brink of madness. Perhaps that was his end. Maybe his death would stop it all? Minndt hoped that. The time passed without him being aware of it.