Six days and seventeen hours since the arrival of the human man Valerie found herself once again alone and wandering towards the cellar where he was still being held. The manor was quiet most of the night. Valerie would instruct the staff with new tasks to fulfill while she would either read alone in her usual hideaway or wander the halls in utter boredom before the sunlight peeked over the treetops. An alarm telling her she would need to rest soon.
However, through the daylight hours, the entire manor would echo and moan with the pathetic weeping from the cellar. Some could sleep through it. Some could not. Sadly, Valerie found herself unable to ignore it and slumber in her dark chambers in peace. Until this day when the manor was unusually silent again. No voices. No weeping. Perhaps he finally gave up and died? But then again, the guard watching him would have said something, right?
As that was the case, Valerie opened the creaking door slowly and peered down the stone steps cautiously. Even though she knew she didn't need to be. Although, a starving human could do anything to survive…Then there was the poor excuse for guards hired under her name that she did not fully trust. They could do anything behind her back, and it would take forever for even a word of it to reach her. But that was not the issue here! The issue at hand was if the human had survived or not. With seven days nearly up, it would be only fair to check up on him.
Slowly, Valerie crept down the steps with the clicking of her shoes the only audible sound echoing off the stone walls. To break another being, time is required in the equation. That's what Valerie believed, anyway.
The cellar was cold- No, it was beyond cold in the cellar like a meat freezer or ice box. Valerie shivered and rubbed her arms like that simple action would help bring the heat back to her numb arms. There was a narrow and stone brick hallway that laid in front of herself that was nearly empty aside from the single guard stationed by the wooden door of a cell which she knew to be the only one occupied compared to the rest. Inside, she knew she would find the human man or at least what might be the lifeless husk of him.
The guard by the door looked in her direction as she slowly approached with her head held slightly higher. His face was expressionless, though, the guard put a hand to his heart and bowed when she reached his side. His voice was low and short as he spoke.
"Good evening, Countess. How may I be of assistance to you," he asked politely without a spared look towards her. Although, his eyes wandered over her evening gown that's color was as dark scarlet as the darkest of blood. Valerie straightened her back with a quick inhale of breath.
"I wish to see our human guest." The guard nodded in understanding then took ahold of the door's latch, clicking it open while wasting no time to let the door reveal the human man. Valerie gasped at the state he clearly was in. How a human could survive this long in these horrid conditions she did not know. Though, Valerie was stunned as she looked at the human man in a way by the likes she had never looked at anyway before.
His hair was dark and filthy like his ragged clothes. His breath was heaving and quick as he sat leaning against the frame of a metal bedpost with a grim, weak stare in Valerie's direction. His expression was covered in disgust and hatefulness he directed towards the one who purchased and bought him like he was someone's property. Like he was an object to be bought and sold. Something even lower than that of a human. A plaything for the immortal Gods and Goddesses in the body of the mortals who cultivate this world.
Valerie shook away her unease feelings then composed herself as she slowly approached the slumped man. When he could no longer keep his gaze upright, he gritted his teeth in noticeable pain before dropping his head to take quick, shaky breathes.
"What an honor for Hell's very own princess to come visit me here. Have you come to take me away? Or perhaps kill me? Torture me till I'm close to death?" When Valerie did not answer, he flicked his head up and glared at her. "Well? Are you?!"
His heartbeat was unusually quick and has weakened as his current body state. Though he was in pain and weak from the lack of nourishment, it surprised Valerie that he had the ability to muster enough strength to speak in such a harsh tone towards her. It bought a wicked grin to her red lips. While he sat weak and breathless, Valerie reached out to graze the top of his hair lightly with the tips of her bare fingers.
"Tell me, what does your kind call you? I mean, you must have a name, yes? Even farmers name their food before they kill then eat it," Valerie coldly whispered when their eyes met again. This time, however, the human did break open to show her that sliver of fear he held deep inside. It so very much delighted her to see this. Like a common cat would do, it's never wrong to play with your food before devouring it bit by bit. Possibly slowly before there is nothing left but a layer of rich, delicious blood for the earth to soak up into her roots. For, you see, no matter what or who you are…we are all animals deep down. The instinct to kill or be killed remains to stay. The weak are fed upon by the strong in nature and the society we create among ourselves. That will never change. Unless the weak fight back against the powerful.
"T-They call me Tyler Dane. Not that a monster like you should care for." Valerie laughed shortly with a grin. A very large and sadistic grin.
The night may have started out slow and dull, but after her visit to the cellar Valerie was able to acquire a bit of entertainment upon arriving to her little 'playroom'. The room was an average sized room made with a stone brick wall that was rough on the skin and sharp enough in places to cut you. The floor was polished, white marble with a hundred-pound, wooden shelf on one side then a metal coated wooden chair in the center. A short, round table was the only other furniture that was inside the room as it sat on one single leg beside the chair. The iron door was the only entrance and exit as the room was windowless with only one, small, goat horned chandelier that hung from the center of the stone ceiling. It, in all the sense, was a perfect room for Valerie to perform her hobby away from the sinister eyes of the other being inside the manor. Luckily, you can find this room beneath a hatch inside the first cell inside the cellar. Below the hatch is a long, narrow hallway with only one door. Guess what lies behind that door.
It had been some time since Valerie had used the room for anything. The last to be a guest of the room was one Noah Short. Well, let's just say his life had been cut very short that night.
To her satisfaction, the room had been cleaned and let untouched after the fun had ended. So, everything was ready for use once Tyler was taken below and strapped to the chair. He barely put up a fight, though, it wasn't like he would have escaped anyway. Valerie was pacing around the chair, taking in all angles of him being restrained as she fixed her hair into a bun. Her heeled shoes clicked against the smooth floor, being the only thing heard through the silence aside from the groaning of the chains that held Tyler down. Valerie wondered why she even worried over one, pathetic human. Why waste a thought at all like that?
"I can see your free will growing weaker and weaker, human. Even the strongest of wills can break if put under enough strain, did you know that? You will break and give yourself over to me willing once this is over, do you understand?" Valerie knew hypnotizing him would be the easiest way around this, but why skip a perfect opportunity to do the one thing she loved more than sex? She couldn't just have someone with free will wandering through her home! She'd break him using the best method known to man-torture-something that had existed for centuries and performed more and more as time processed.
Tyler seemed to know what would happen, but he refused to give in to someone so vile. He would die before he became a parasite's bitch or dog!
He turned off his emotions along with his expressions as he stared forward silently to the shelf lined with glass bottles, containers, and what he guessed were trophies. Valerie, remaining cool and calm, picked up a pair of pliers from the round table and touched the metal lightly as she held the tool firmly in her grasp. Still, Tyler did not dare show fear or interest in what she did or would do.
"I can't handle the idea of having a disobedient dog within my household," Valerie was saying as she faced Tyler straight ahead. The pliers were put against his fingernail then pulled clean off the hand. Tyler cried out and pulled against the strains as the skin bled and burned like hot fire. Valerie took ahold of the next fingernail, ready to tear it clean off as well before Tyler began to beg and whimper pathetically.
"W-Wait! P-Please," Tyler begged with tears welding in his eyes. His arms quivered just as his lip did. Valerie seemed to pause, consider what he was saying. Then her grin came along as she ripped away another fingernail. Tyler screamed and cried out, unable to keep away the fear and swelling emotions inside.
"There's a good start. Keep it up, and we might finally be getting somewhere." Valerie torn off fingernail after fingernail before she turned to a more exciting and thrilling method. Tyler was sobbing while his body shook with his head dropped low. His hand bled from the missing nails and hurting more from the alcohol Valerie poured over them. The bare skin was ripped and torn badly nearly down to the bone.
Valerie replaced the pliers with a small box of tiny needles like those one would use to sow with. With Tyler's head still dropped, Valerie took two needles and injected them into his lower neck. He winced then jerked his head away with a tsk.
"Did you know that the neck holds an important vein that-if cut-can cause a grown person to bleed out very quickly from blood loss," Valerie simply explained while picking up three more needles. Tyler was gasping and watching her with wide eyes. Valerie snickered and chuckled with a big grin. "It's very exciting if I do say so myself. To watch the blood drain from a person or see the life fade from your eyes as everything grows cold and dark."
Tyler was silent and unmoving as the needles dug deep into his skin. Valerie pushed the three needles closer and closer to the pulsing vein in his neck, creating him to panic further. Blood swelled then spilled from the needles. Valerie trailed a finger across one of the trails of blood, licking away the blood from her fingertip. Her eyes lit up brightly as she hummed in delight, licking her lip slowly.
"Delicious. Such a great specimen you are, human," Valerie mumbled softly to herself before she dropped the pen in her hand back in the box. Tyler's heart pounded quicker, ringing in a sweet tune within her ears.
"Your blood is too sweet to waste. Perhaps you could be used for more than what I intended." Valerie took ahold of his chin lightly and moved his face up to look at hers. Her nose wiggled in distaste at his nasty look and smell. "You don't smell too good, but your taste is well worth preserving. You may actually look more easy on the eyes after a wash, proper meal, and rest."
Valerie dropped his head again to straighten up and clean away the grime from her hands on her cloth rag. Her eyes studies Tyler thoroughly, taking in his size and body type for the hours to come. Somehow, Valerie was filled with a new and alien excitement. To overpower the weak again.