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And someday, I’d kill the bastard and release myself from him.
“You will not kill me, because I’ll make you love me and need me. Also, I will bind you so closely to me, if I die, so will you.”
He’d read my fucking mind. Nothing before this had scared me, but this sent terror rocketing through my veins. I’d thought he was bluffing, but if he was so deeply in my mind he’d known my thoughts when I believed my shields were up, then I had to consider that I’d indeed been here days, and he knew everything about me.
“You catch on quick, young wolf. It’s nice when I don’t have to explain the details.”
I started singing the alphabet in my head, and when I finished, I started on Bohemian Rhapsody, since it would take a while to get through. I mentally performed the music and the vocals, and I took my time.
“No matter,” the vampire said. “I don’t need your participation.”
I could sense his annoyance, but I didn’t focus on it. It was best he didn’t get any feedback from me, so I focused on the music and the lyrics.
And then my asshole exploded in pain. Burning, fiery, shocking agony. It wasn’t electricity, but it wasn’t far from it, and the butt plug was delivering it, whatever it was.
I screamed once, but then clamped my mouth shut and decided he didn’t get that feedback from me, either. I breathed through it and analyzed what it was doing to me. My rectal muscles were spasming, and my bowels were cramping in wave after wave of torment, but I believed it was just pain, and I wasn’t being injured.
Rather than be pissed, the vampire sounded pleased. “A warrior wolf worthy of me, when it’s been so long since anyone’s interested me.”
The pain stopped and he told me, “That was a level three, and the scale goes to one hundred. I do not like modern music. If you’re going to think of music, you should find something that doesn’t annoy me.”
I brought to mind the opening music from The Nutcracker, and played it in my head. I was sure I fucked it up, but it must’ve been close enough because he didn’t mention it again.
“I’m choosing to do this now, when you’re awake, because I find it takes better on an alert mind than one in slumber. Tell me, young wolf, what is my name?”
I meant to say Leonardo, but what came out was, “Master.”
I immediately remembered Gavin doing this to Kirsten, and how angry she’d been when she knew she was thinking one thing but saying another.
“Again. What is my name.”
“Master.”
Ten times, and eventually, I was both thinking and saying, “Master.” What’s more, I could no longer remember his true name.
But I refused to let the panic take hold. He was the enemy. I merely had to hold onto that memory.
I focused on the music, and concentrated on the mental box Mordecai had helped me build in my mind. I put the things I most needed to remember into it, and then closed it and let Master mold my mind as he saw fit.
Twenty minutes later, I was out of the water, barefoot and naked, the butt plug still crammed up my ass, and my nipples and lips a deep peachy-red with what I thought was a beeswax and berry mixture. I stood still while a slave applied whatever it was, and I tried not to think too hard about how I was biding my time until I had hope of escaping.
I obeyed every order, and I stopped thinking of music. Every thought was exactly what it was supposed to be, because I’d let him take me over.
And yet, I’d left some triggers in my mind, so I’d remember what was in the box if those things happened. I didn’t know it at the time, but that didn’t matter. The triggers were there, and that allowed me to succumb to his mind control.
No, it wasn’t mind control, it was more. He reprogrammed me, so I thought I belonged to him, and what’s more, I wanted to belong to him. I reveled in being a vassal of the strongest and oldest vampire on the planet.
He was shorter than me and didn’t look completely human, but in my mind, that just made his power shine through all the more. The forehead and nose of the Neanderthal man, the thicker fingers with a little hair on them. It was proof of his power, and power is sexy.
Until he prepared for us to exchange blood, and that was a trigger. The instant the box in my mind opened, I grabbed the fancy curved knife from him and did my best to sever his brainstem, jamming the knife in from the front and aiming for the right area.
But it was a curved knife, so I wasn’t certain I hit the right spot. As soon as I deemed him immobilized at least for a few moments, I took off through the cave system in the direction most of the people had come from. It was possible this would lead deeper into the system, rather than out, but I had to make a decision and go with it, so that’s what I did.
I ran flat out, as fast as I could while I went through what I’d put into the box in my head.
I belonged to Marco, and Leonardo was trying to steal me from him. I also belonged to Kirsten, and I sent threads out to her, trying like the dickens to contact her.
Every time I had to choose which way to run, I went up. I ran at full speed for miles and miles, going up and up and up and up. Occasionally, I went down a short time, but always, there was opportunity to go up again, and I took it.
