Encounters with Evil Pt. 05

"Don't worry, pet. I'll let you gnaw on their flesh before they are quite dead. It will still be warm and fresh, and you'll be able to hear their screams while you eat."

Tigger felt a violent shudder rock Jon's body, and he tightened his hug. Bile came up in the back of his throat and he swallowed it down. Tearing his eyes away from the ghastly creature before him, he buried his face in Jon's neck. He felt like his sanity was hanging by a thread. He put his attention to getting air into his lungs.

The next thing he knew, he felt cold fingers on his chin, pulling his face away from Jon. He focused on the wall at the far end of the room rather than on the vampire's soulless eyes, but he was keenly aware of the demon's long, pale fingers stroking the side of his face and moving up to comb through his hair.

"Beautiful," the vampire rasped.

Turning his attention to Jon, Valjevo lifted his chin as well and gazed at his face. Tigger still had his arms around Jon and felt him trembling. The whimper that came out of Jon's mouth was full of dread and misery.

"Yes ... gorgeous. And such lovely sounds. Music to my ears. I bet you scream beautifully. Shall we find out?" Valjevo glanced back at his pitiful thrall and asked, "Would you like to hear him scream, pet?"

The skeletal man nodded silently, his eyes filled with a horrible craving.

Jon shrank back against the stone wall. "No, please don't hurt me," he begged.

Valjevo let out a low laugh and grabbed his wrist. Jon struggled, trying to pull away, but he might as well have been fighting a mountain for all the difference it made.

The vampire reached up casually with his other hand and grabbed Jon's baby finger. Tigger clearly heard the snap of bone just before Jon's shriek of pain assaulted his ears. His stomach rebelled, and he bent over and retched as Jon's pain-filled cries turned into whimpers and then sobs.

When he had finished vomiting, he straightened and glanced at his friend. A sheen of sweat had broken out across his forehead, and his delicate face was pinched with pain and streaked with tears. Tigger gathered him into his arms again, trying to give both of them some measure of comfort.

The vampire frowned at the small puddle of bile on the floor. "Clean that up!" he ordered, looking back at his thrall.

The empty shell showed no expression as he shuffled forward and dropped to his knees. To Tigger's horror he then bent down and started lapping up the putrid liquid with his tongue. Tigger began to gag, and it was only by looking away and focusing on breathing that he managed to keep from spewing again.

"Oh pet, you've gotten awfully skinny."

Tigger could not help but look up at this comment. Taking advantage of his kneeling position, Valjevo had lifted the thrall's robes up to his waist and was stroking his bare ass lovingly. The thrall continued his efforts but started to tremble. The creature's legs were like toothpicks and there was no padding on his butt at all. Tigger wondered if he were actually still alive. It didn't seem possible.

Suddenly Valjevo's gently stroking hand turned into a fist, and he jammed it into the poor creature's anus up to mid arm. The thrall shrieked in pain, his body convulsing around the invading object, but he didn't try to get away.

Tigger had to hide his face again. The scene before his eyes was too much for him. The thrall's shrieks turned to gibbering, and he could hear Valjevo murmuring to his pet soothingly.

"I'm afraid your end is near, dear," the vampire crooned. "You're all used up." Then his tone changed abruptly to sound almost petulant. "You are too skinny and stretched out to be fun anymore." Tigger heard quiet footsteps and guessed that the vampire was approaching them. He looked up in dread.

Valjevo stood once more in front of them, and his thrall had gone back to licking the floor, his robes still gathered about his waist.

"Besides," Valjevo said, eyeing them with lust, "I have two new playmates who no doubt are still very tight." He turned his attention briefly to the thrall. "If you're done with your snack, go fetch my knife," he commanded. "I want to start decorating."