Chained: A Dark Vampire Romance (Midnight Mafia Book 1)

by Zara Novak

  I collapsed to the bed and panted out my pleasure.

  Fuck yes.

  My captor took his hands off me and stood up from the bed, leaving me there as a spent and used mess. I felt his hot seed run out of my ass and over my pussy. He had coated my back and marked every inch.

  I was his.

  “Three days,” he said. Looking back, I saw him pull his boxers back up and then head towards the door. He grabbed the water from the opposite corner and brought it over, setting it down next to the mattress. My chain wasn’t long enough to get any further away than a few feet from the bed. “Food will be brought. Use the catalog if you need the bathroom. I will visit you once a day for your daily deposit.”

  He finally went for the door again, opened it and then stopped to look back at me. “Slave?”

  “Yes, master,” I said.

  “If you orgasm again without my permission your time will be doubled. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said. He really wasn’t messing around this time.

  Without another word he closed the door and left, leaving me alone in the darkness. I wasn’t sure what was more terrifying, the chain around my neck or the fact that I was starting to wake up to the reality of my situation.

  I got up from the mattress and grabbed the gallon jug of water. I drank a little and then I poured some on one of the stone tiles, far away enough from the bed so it wouldn’t soak the mattress. I dipped my hands in the cold water and tried to wash myself clean as best as I could. Then I looked at the girl staring back at me in the shallow puddle.

  Who the fuck was she?

  Maybe he was finally breaking me down. Maybe this is what he had wanted all along. Turn me into the thing he wanted. Make me forget about myself. My actions constantly surprised me, and I didn’t recognize the girl that was actively encouraging this monster.

  I was even starting to wonder if he was a monster. Maybe I was just as bad as him. Maybe I really did need him.

  With each fall into my ever-deepening degeneracy I found myself losing sight of Rachel. Maybe she had been the mask all along. What if slave was the real me?

  Nothing else in my life had ever felt this real before.

  Looking up I saw another crack of light around the boarded-up windows. Time meant nothing anymore, not now that I was a prisoner in a cage.

  You can still escape, a voice in my head said. There is a still way out of here.

  I don’t know why that crack of daylight brought back my old voice. Some part of me was still hanging on. Some part of me still wanted to fight. Could I really leave him now, even if I wanted to? Could I deceive him, could I betray him all over again?

  “Holy fuck, Rachel,” I said to myself. “Just listen to yourself. You’re starting to sound like you want to be here.”

  I was starting to feel like there were two parts of me now. Rachel still wanted to get out. Slave wanted to stay. She wanted to let go of everything and fall in love with the bastard that called himself her master.

  “Get a grip, girl,” I said to myself again. “One thing is straight. You’re losing your fucking mind.”

  I took another sip of water from the jug and brought it back to the bed with me, my chain rattling over the stone as I walked. I sat down and tore into the box of snacks. I hadn’t eaten a proper meal since I had arrived here, and my stomach was growling.

  I wolfed down every last bit of food and still felt hungry. A quick glance at the tablet let me see that there were several more options now. I flicked through the rest of the pages and saw all sorts of items that could be earned by ‘being a good girl.’ If I worked hard and long enough, I could turn this into a regular room. There was even an option to get the windows back.

  Three days. For the next three days I was chained here, an animal in filth. A degenerate slave waiting at the beck and call of a sexual psychopath. I couldn’t touch myself. I couldn’t relieve the constant torment he was inflicting upon me, or the time would just be extended.

  Three days?

  I had done twenty years under my parents and their batshit insane rules. Three days was a walk in the park.

  I curled up in bed and threw the sheet over myself, the chain rattling dully over the stone at the foot of the bed. I fell asleep some point after that, a slave in the darkness, a girl forgotten by the world. Prisoned. Punished. Used.

  Chained.

  Chapter 6

  Rachel

  Over the next three days my punishment became clockwork. The crack around the boarded-up windows was my only telltale sign to whether it was night or day in the real world. When the light was out, I knew not to expect Vincent. When darkness came, I knew it was only a matter of time before he came to me.

  Servants came at regular intervals to bring food or change the torch by the door. The meals were always hot, and I practically inhaled the first one. It was in a foil tray, but I could tell it had been cooked on site. Some sort of beef curry with potatoes and fresh naan bread. It was delicious.

  The option for a ‘book’ on the tablet stipulated a servant was to take me to the library and help me pick something, but as I was currently chained in the cell as a punishment that didn’t work out. It was Tasha who came, she was the one that checked on me most of the time.

  “You cannot come to the library,” she said. “But I can bring you back something.”

  “Anything,” I said. I needed something to stop me going mad. When Vincent wasn’t here it was easy to get wrapped up in my own thoughts. “Just make sure it’s big. It needs to last.”

  She came back with The Count of Monte Cristo, which made me laugh. As books went it was certainly one of the longer ones. I had already read it before—it had been one of my guilty pleasures with my duplicate library card—but I didn’t mind reading it again, it was one of my favorite books.

  In a way the book seemed quite fitting. It was about a man that had been wrongly imprisoned for many years and worked hard to escape and set about getting revenge. He found secret gold after following instructions from a prisoner he had befriended and used his wealth to become a Count.

  It was a great story about revenge and loss.

  Who was I here, in comparison? A woman in chains, with no hope of getting out or escaping, if I even wanted to. Rachel still wanted freedom. Slave, what did she want? To die in the arms of her tormentor?

  Vincent didn’t always visit me at the same time, which kept me on my toes in a way. Over those three days he visited me four times, and it felt like eons passed between each visit. You would have thought by now that I hated him with every last mote of my soul, but I actually found myself nervous whenever he stepped inside.

  He was like a drug in a way. Destructive. Crippling. Abusive.

  Using was so good though. I couldn’t keep away.

  Was I addicted?

  Most of the visits didn’t involve many words. I understood my place in his world now. In here I wasn’t the woman of words or a queen at his side, I was a thing for him to fuck and torment.

  And yes, I kind of liked it.

  I suppose the arrangement wasn’t perfectly normal. I was still a prisoner here, but in a way, I felt like Vincent was trying to show me love, in his strange and unusual way. He never beat me, he never belittled me. He never hurt me in any way that caused me serious harm. His hand on my rear was another sexual game, and the belt was just an extension of that.

  He would come in, rip his clothes off and have me stand to attention. I would savor the touch of his lips, or the way his hands explored my body. I got a lot better at taking his dick all the way and holding firm until he exploded.

  I was definitely getting addicted to sucking that dick, and I was starting to love it when he fucked my ass.

  Yes, that small rebellious part of me had definitely become a bigger part, and the complacency of my slave side grew stronger every day, squeezing out the voice of that girl I had once been. He was even rewarding me handsomely too. For each day in my chained captivity I had been give
n 27 points, a tongue-in-cheek reference to how many strikes I had taken from his belt.

  It was enough to clean out the next few pages from the catalog. I got an actual bed, a rug for the floor, a table with flowers, a wardrobe and some underwear. I still had barely made my way through the ‘rewards’ book, but I was definitely making progress.

  It was on the evening of the third day though that something changed. Vincent was late, much later than usual, and a feeling in my stomach told me that something was wrong. It was only when I noticed the faint crack of light around the windows that I decided to act.

  He hadn’t come to me. Why?

  I used the tablet to summon a servant. I pressed the button for ‘bathroom break’ and a minute later Tasha came through the door. She came over to remove the chain from my neck.

  “Vincent,” I asked. ‘Where is he?” She looked at me and I got the impression she was hoping I wouldn’t ask that question. Tasha released the chain from my collar. I stood up. “Tasha?”

  “Look,” she said, looking over her shoulder and back to the door. “He left last night on business, but he is not back yet. That’s all I know. Let’s go.”

  She started for the door, but I pulled her arm back. “I don’t need the bathroom. I need answers. I’ve got a feeling in my stomach that something is wrong. Where is he?”

  “I don’t know,” she said quickly. “But you’re right. It’s unusual for him to be out this late. He’s usually back before daybreak.”

  “Do you think he could be hurt?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. Maybe?”

  “Take me to one of his men. I need answers.”

  “Rachel, I—”

  “That is an order, not a request, Tasha. I might look like some lowly slave, but I am his wife, so that makes me the lady of this castle, does it not?” I spoke with the stern affection of authority, though even I wasn’t sure I believed it.

  “I suppose you’re right,” Tasha said. “I only know Wardorf. He might be able to help.”

  “Help me get dressed and cleaned up, then take me to him.”

  She nodded and we left quickly. We went back to the bathroom were Tasha had dressed me last time. This time my makeover was a little more rapid. Just enough to wash away the grime and make me presentable. Vincent’s men wouldn’t take me seriously if I looked like a degenerate in chains. I showered and Tasha helped me get ready. In half an hour my hair and makeup were done, and I was in another dress that gave off the impression I was something other than a slave. The dress was black with white panels.

  The only telltale sign that I was a slave were the iron shackles on my wrists and neck. Vincent had the key to those, nothing I could do about that. Or was there?

  “Can you take these off?”

  “I have a spare key,” Tasha admitted. “In case of emergency, but Master Vincent—”

  “Remove them, now.”

  The slave nodded meekly and then left the room. A minute later she was back with the keys. She unclasped the shackles from my body. I looked like the bitch queen again. “Thank you. Now, take me to Wardorf,” I said.

  We walked through the castle, venturing deep through stone corridors that were once again new to me. This time we went down into depths unknown, following stone staircases and corridors until we arrived at a staff dormitory of sorts. A large kitchen sat adjacent to a common area. A bald mountain of muscle had his feet up in front of a TV, he was watching a basketball game.

  There were no other people in the common room. I picked up the remote and shut the TV off. He looked back at me and sat up immediately.

  “You!” he said. I recognized him straight away, he was the huge bastard that had pushed a shotgun in my face when Vincent had taken me from my apartment.

  “Where is Vincent?” I demanded. Wardorf remained sitting, I could tell he was definitely unnerved by me being here.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be in a cell?” he asked.

  “Do you want to be out of a job?” I fired back.

  He laughed, but I could tell I was under his skin. “You’re no one, you don’t have the authority to do that.”

  I leaned in and lowered my voice. “I’m his wife,” I said. “By law. If something happens to Vincent that means I’m in charge here.” I gestured to the room and the castle as a whole. “That means this is my operation, and I won’t hesitate to do a cabinet shuffle.”

  I wasn’t under the illusion for a second that Vincent had prepared any sort of document leaving anything to me. I was a slave, and the marriage was only one of convenience, but I was betting the house that Wardorf was only a middle-rung minion. I only had to scare him into doing my bidding, and then I could get what I wanted.

  “Bullshit,” he said. There was definite fear in his eyes though. The question was, why?

  I leaned back and crossed my arms. “You’re scared of me,” I said. “Why?”

  I was just a slave in chains after all.

  “I’m not,” he growled. “Go back to your cell before Don Cartello returns.”

  I looked at Tasha. “Why is he scared of me?”

  “He’s worried you will use the voice,” she said.

  “The voice?” I asked.

  Wardorf shot a look at Tasha. “Don’t say another word girl,” he growled. “Or I’ll make you disappear in the—”

  “You won’t lay a finger on her,” I said, basically snapping the words. I looked at Tasha again. “What is the voice?”

  Tasha sighed. Was she afraid of it too? “Breeders are supposed to have the power to mesmerize vampires. Much like vampires can control humans, breeders are supposed to be able to do the same, but in a way which is much more powerful. That’s another reason why your kind are so powerful in this world. The voice scares small-dicked men like Wardorf.”

  I looked at Wardorf again, who was now sitting quietly. He dwarfed us both in size and certainly looked a lot more menacing than Tasha and me, yet somehow, I felt like I was the one in control. I had no idea how to use this voice, but he only had to think I did.

  “Oh. That. Yes. Vincent was surprised the first time I took control of him, let me tell you.”

  Wardorf’s eyes bulged. “You what?!”

  “Let’s cut to the chase,” I said. “Unless you want to hang from the parapets at the top of this castle. Where is my husband?”

  “All right. Easy, easy,” he said, holding his hands up at my empty threat. “Just don’t do anything hasty. He went to Monroe’s.”

  Monroe. I remembered the name from the conversation with the Vigliati daughters a few days ago. “He went there to steal back the heirloom. He’s doing the job that Vigliati requested.”

  Wardorf nodded. “I insisted he take backup, but he wanted to go alone. He should have been back by now. This is unlike him.”

  “Where about is this Monroe based? Where does he live?”

  “He has a country manor a few hours from here. I’m not sure if that’s where Vincent went, but it’s Monroe’s permanent residence. It’s highly likely any items of value are in his vault there.”

  “Is it dangerous?”

  Wardorf laughed. “Monroe is a mafia boss, just like Don Cartello. His house is a fortress, guarded by his own private militia.”

  “All vampires?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said. “Maybe some human slaves.”

  I paused and thought for a moment. “Why are vampires so scared of the voice?” I asked, looking at Tasha and Wardorf.

  “Because your kind is dangerous,” Wardorf said. “Power like that, it goes to a woman’s head.”

  I stared daggers at Wardorf. Tasha actually stepped up with a helpful answer. “There was a breeder in years gone by, they called her the woman in white.”

  Both Wardorf and Tasha shivered at the name. “The woman in white?” I asked.

  “Can we please not,” Wardorf began.

  “She wants to know, and she deserves to. If she’s going to live in our world, she should know what people might t
hink of when they see her.”

  “Tell me who she is,” I ordered. “Quickly.”

  “She was a breeder of a powerful vampire leader,” Tasha said. “It was about the start of the last century. Her voice was very powerful, stronger than normal I hear. Well to cut things short she quickly let her powers get the better of her. Before long she was the one running things, and her husband was just another figure at her side.”

  “What did she do that was so bad?”

  “She tried to take absolute control, and she had some success too. She wanted to be the undisputed queen of our world.”

  “Queen?” Wardorf said, sitting forward and resting his arms on his legs. “More like tyrant from what I hear.”

  “Tyrant?” I asked.

  “She killed thousands of our kind,” Tasha explained. Her gaze was in the distance now, as though reliving some dark past. “Using her power she took control of many strong vampires underneath her. They carried out her bidding; she led a genocide against those that went against her. Eventually it came to an end. Vigliati himself led a charge against the woman in white and he managed to kill her. Her empire of tyranny came crashing down.”

  “Yet he took a breeder for a wife himself.”

  Tasha nodded. “Your kind is incredibly rare and grants a tremendous amount of power and respect amongst vampires. To pass up one such as yourself, a vampire leader would be foolish. There are many out there that still fear breeders however.”

  I thought for a moment while I let the words settle in. There was still so much that I didn’t know about this strange side of myself, but even I could see I had been dealt a hand, one that I wasn’t playing properly.

  “This woman in white, I take it she had her nickname for a reason?”

  “Allegedly,” Tasha said. “She only ever wore white, but I never saw her in person.”