He is missing several teeth and he has a bald head with a very large nose.
Another authority takes a set of shackles towards Shadow, along with the torch, and two other guys back him up with torches as well.
"Don't hurt him, please!" I beg. "I'll give him my blood anyways!"
The authority tilts his head to the side, examining me like one would through a microscope.
"We won't hurt him if he obeys, angel. Besides, right now we're just trying to make more like him."
"How are you going to do that?" I ask curiously.
"Make babies of course! So far none have survived birth though," he seems upset about this. In his twisted mind, it's probably because his little project failed not because of all of the babies that didn't survive. Shadow's babies….
The information settles like a stone in my gut. It twists my heart into a vise grip. I hate to think what it does to Shadow, the father of said babies. But thinking about him with another female hurts me worse than anything I have ever felt.
Behind me I hear Shadow fighting the authorities and I turn to see what the commotion is about. They poke him with the butt of the torch to get him to behave while they shackle him.
I try to jerk out of the authority's tight grasp but in the blink of an eye he shackles me, and drags me over to the wall, hooking my shackles there. I quickly find out that my hands are behind my back attached to some hook on the wall. The only good thing is that I get to sit.
Shadow isn't as lucky as he still struggles; even though his hands and feet are shackled, they keep jabbing him with the torch.
They finally get him shackled to the stone ledge in a sitting position.
They have his arms behind his back, wrists locked together. His ankles are also in shackles at the bottom of the ledge. And they have stripped him of his tattered pants…all he wears now is a cloth covering his lap.
The bald man says something and the one with the syringe jabs it into Shadow's neck. He grunts.
I watch with confusion as they all head towards the door.
"Maybe after he's fed and impregnated Jezebel we will try your blood. After all, I doubt he'll be able to keep hers down either…but there's just something in his eyes when he looks at you…that tells me you may be the one to bring him back from the edge of death…" the bald man winks at me and walks out the door.
Next thing I know he is coming back in, trying to keep some crazed female off of him. She must be drugged because no girl as pretty as her would want to be hanging all over the bald man with the big nose.
I glance worriedly at Shadow and beads of sweat have formed all over his skin, causing him to glisten. I normally would take time to appreciate his half naked body glistening with sweat but something about his stricken face causes me to panic. His chest rises and falls heavily and he's shaking his head and squeezing his eyes open and shut, baring his teeth together. His wings twitch as if trying to flap but don't quite have the energy.
Probably trying to keep the drugs from affecting him although it's no use.
Now I know what's going to happen. It's what I deserve really.
I have to watch the love of my life have sex with someone else, and probably enjoy it because of the drugs.
Shadow's heavy, still glowing eyes meet mine and I can see from here how dilated his pupils are. He's about to lose the battle against the drugs.
My lips pull up at the corner, bitter-sweetly. "At least now you can get me back…" I say with a heavy heart.
He frowns and shakes his head but then I can tell I've lost him. His attention is on the girl.
The authority rips her shirt off and she presses herself against him. He pushes her away and smiles at me before he slips out of the cell and locks us in.
"We'll be back when it's done, angel," he says smugly. "Enjoy the show."
I whimper and tears fill my eyes.
Chapter Four
The girl is pretty and that makes it even more unbearable to watch. She seems dazed and confused that the bald man just left her and locked her in here. She hasn't even noticed me or Shadow yet. Maybe she won't notice him…gross to think but maybe she will just see me and…no. I can't even finish the thought.
She grabs herself and moans, and then shimmies out of her shredded and stained skirt.
Ew. Gross. What if she is…dirty?
I don't want to, but I look back at Shadow and see that he's completely entranced by her. Those red eyes that I love so much are completely focused on her and all of her assets.
My heart splinters.
She turns towards me, and I notice her dirty, blonde hair goes all the way down to her waist. She walks over to me and touches my face. I give her a weird expression and she gives me a puzzled one. Like she can't imagine why I don't like that she's rubbing my face like a lover would.
Her pupils are diamonds and they are so dilated that I can't even tell what color her irises are. She bites her lip and starts rubbing her arm and I think she actually thinks that it feels good.
Shadow groans and my heart picks up speed.
She pauses and looks over her shoulder at Shadow.
She has noticed my Shadow now.
She is tall for a girl and has a skinny waist with a very plump rump and nice breasts. I am so jealous that I may never get over this. I will probably always compare myself to this girl, knowing that Shadow was with someone as beautiful as her will forever be burned into my mind. Even if he ever wanted me again I can't compare to her. I'd be second best, knowing he'd had better.
She saunters over to him, long, blonde hair swinging, and his eyes roam hungrily over her body.
"HEY!" I yell at her. Shadow's eyes don't even flick my way.
"DON'T GO NEAR HIM!" I try desperately. "HE BITES!"
She laughs, all girly and cute. "I don't think he wants to hurt me…I think he wants to do something else…very much," she says.
A string of curse words threaten to fly out of my mouth along with many vile names directed towards her, but I'm tied up now and she's not, who knows what kind she is anyways, she could kill me if she wanted to.
She finally reaches him and sits on his lap facing him, running her hands down his chest. She's blocking him from my view damnit!
"Don't touch me," he mumbles.
"He doesn't like to be touched!" I hiss at her.
She releases his hands somehow from the shackles behind the ledge.
"Fine. You touch me then," she says putting his hand over her chest.
And he wastes no time from there. He runs his hands along her back. Up. down. All the way to her bottom to squeeze.
Out of options and desperate, I try to reach Shadow through his drug induced, lust hazed mind.
"Shadow! Shadow! PLEASE! Please don't do this!" I beg.
I get no response. I probably wasn't even heard.
"I'm so sorry I hurt you. I didn’t want to! I love you so much! Gods, I love you so much still!"
Bile rises in my throat and tears fall freely from my face and land in my lap.
His hands suddenly stop moving on her back and my heart pounds furiously with hope. Have I gotten through to him?
He says something to her that sounds like a refusal and she pauses, taken aback. He grabs her waist and tries to push her off of him.
Yes! I cheer with relief in my head! Oh gods, thank you so much!
He peers around her and we make eye contact. She continues to evade his rejections and continues to kiss and grope his body. His gaze becomes sad and his eyes become heavy lidded with pleasure.
I am losing him again. She moans and starts groping him furiously, and she tosses the rag that covered his lap towards me. It lands on the ground in front of me and I squeeze my eyes shut.
When I open them again his eyes are hooded but he tries to stay focused on me.
"Shadow! Stay with me," I beg.
I wail.
But it's no use because she has the advantage.
She turns his face to her with bot
h hands and kisses him furiously.
I can't even watch anymore and there is no stopping them now. I can see that there will only be one outcome for this.
He's letting her touch him now.
"What's wrong with you?!" she asks, high pitched. "Kiss me!"
"Don't touch me…." He mumbles. "No! I can't…get off me!" he groans, trying to push her again.
He peers around her to look at me again and mouths that he's sorry.
Tears run freely down my face and I just shake my head, trying to say it's okay. It's really not okay. I'm not okay. But I know it's not really his fault.
Not really.
"Mhhhmmm!" she says haughtily like she had an epiphany. "You like angels, baby?" she asks him.
How the heck does she know that I'm an angel? I don't even know what she is.
She stands up and shifts.
My mouth. Drops open.
Should have remembered those diamond pupils and that they belong to shifters.
Suddenly I am staring at myself. An evil version no doubt, with that smug smile on her face. Of course she would be a shifter. I laugh hysterically.
The gods really do hate me.
Hell, I'm starting to hate myself.
She arcs an eyebrow at me because I am still laughing.
I look at Shadow and I can see that he's done for now. His jaw is loose and his face has a look of awe and worry on it at the same time as something that seems to be confusion. He looks back and forth from me to her a few more times, unsure if it's the drug causing him to have illusions or if this is real and there really are two of me.
But shortly thereafter, that look on his face seems to change into surrender.
I'm so mad that I could spit fire. And honestly it hurts that we tried so hard and got so close to preventing this.
"Don't you think it's pretty sad that you have to be me just to have your way with him?" I say brokenly, but loud enough for her to hear.
She just looks at me with no expression. She is really so totally gone with drugs that she may not have even heard me. She turns to Shadow, slowly running her hands over her naked body…my naked body. Wow, this is weird, and oh so painful.
It's like a train wreck though, where I can't look away.
Her (my) white wings release and Shadow closes his eyes, more sweat beading on his skin, forehead wrinkled as if in pain.
She scoots closer on him, her waist to his, cocooning them in her (my) white, fluffy wings.
I don't hear any more pleas for her to stop touching him; all I hear is wet, sloppy kisses.
Somehow, I can finally look away when she starts moving up and down and they moan into each others mouths.
I guess sound is enough for now.
What I wouldn't give to take that torch and burn my eyes out. Why couldn't it have been dark during all of this?
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, heart beating erratically in my chest.
I hum to myself.
I try to picture Gabe because the jealousy is so great; I think maybe it'll make me feel better. But it hurts just as bad, if not worse, because when I was with Gabe, I didn't want to be. My heart and mind went out for Shadow.
Knowing he is over there enjoying her is ripping my heart out of my body and chewing it up to spit out.
I'm shaking now with the force of my tears. I can't retreat into myself far enough.
How long must I suffer? How long has it been?
It feels like it's been a lifetime. But in all reality at least fifteen minutes.
I wish so much that I could cover my ears, but damnit my hands are shackled behind my back.
"STOP!" I scream.
"PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASEEEEEEEEE!" I wail and wail and wail.
I tell them that they could possibly make a baby right now, and that is a very big mistake, especially for Shadow. I try to get through to him but it's just no use.
They aren't listening to me at all. If anything, their moans have gotten louder and their sounds are more frantic.
I keep on screaming and wailing until my throat is so sore and painful that it sounds like I have water in my lungs.
"Ahhhhhhh…." I yell, half heartedly with my sore throat.
Jezebel screams too, I can't tell if she's mocking me or if I just inspired her.
Shadow moans loudly in his throat and it definitely sounds pleasurable.
It's a shot to my heart.
My nose is running now too and I try to wipe it on my shoulder but it's not a pretty sight, I'm sure. Not as pretty as me over there, naked and pristine, without any of my flaws, lost in pleasure.
After a lifetime, the sex is finally over and the only sound in the room is their labored breathing.
I don't dare look.
Crap!
I looked.
She is slumped over onto his shoulder, facing him.
Both of them are panting, their chests (and her back) rising and falling with each breath. One of her wings and part of her back is soaked with red blood that is leaking down from her neck.
I can't see his face but I know that his chin and lips are covered in her blood.
One of his hands rubs her delicate white wing and I can just barely see his face. He seems so happy and content that it breaks my heart even more.
I see no signs of guilt or remorse.
He keeps examining her feathers in awe and then he actually kisses her shoulder!
He. Kisses. Her. SHOULDER!
Her body shivers and she morphs back into her pretty blonde self. She must have passed out because she is limp and still.
His hand is stilled in the air where he was about to pet her wing again and he looks totally baffled and shocked. I think realization crosses his face but I'm not sure because he might be too drugged to puzzle it out. Even though it's pretty obvious.
The only positive thing in this screwed up situation is that I don't have an image of her screwing him burned into my mind.
It's of me.
But I still know it wasn't me and that fact will always be a wound in my broken heart.
This picture of them I cannot stand. I will remember it forever because it's been engraved into my mind.
Shadow is either still drugged or avoiding me. I wait and wait for him to look at me but he won't do it. Surely he feels me staring at him.
His face scrunches up and he pushes her off of him. She flops to the floor, out cold.
I blush when I see her naked perfection on display for us both to see.
It's kind of hard to ignore.
I glance back at Shadow to see if he's looking.
Now I'm the masochist.
From all the way across the cell I can see how pale his face is and I know he's shivering. He looks very sick.
He shouldn't have drank her blood! It's what he gets!
Despite him having lost his love for me, and doing the dirty with someone else to get back at me, I still love him very much.
I love him with every beat of my broken heart.
I am such an idiot.
He makes a sound that is probably him trying to hold back his vomit.
He does this dry heaving thing for about ten minutes, all the while looking sicker and sicker.
"Hey!" he yells trying to get the girl's attention. "Unshackle me…come on…hey shifter!" He tries but it's no use. The girl is out.
I sniffle loudly, trying to get his attention.
He ignores me.
I know he heard me.
The familiar metal clang of the door draws my attention. The authorities walk over to Shadow with torches in hand and unshackle him from the chair. His feet dangle from the ledge, one ankle at a time, while they shackle the other ankle to a hook in the corner of the cell.
They all ogle the girl sprawled naked and passed out on the floor.
I roll my eyes.
The bald one throws Shadow's tattered pants at him before making their way over to me.
"Did you enjoy the show?" he asks.
Behind him, I see Shadow look at me for the first time in what seems like hours. "Leave her alone you sick son of a bitch!"
"My, my, he is awfully protective of you…" he says with a creepy smile.
I stare at him and my jaw ticks. Shadow, still chained at one ankle to the corner, fists balled up at his sides, gazes intently at our hostile exchange.
"We will be back after he empties his stomach, Pet. Then we will let him try feeding from you."
They don't even make it out the door before I hear Shadow wretch.
He's doubled over in the corner, puking up Jezebel's blood, but at least he has his pants back on.
He's definitely very sick.
It probably makes me an evil bitch too but I am glad that he can't keep her blood down.
I feel betrayed by him.
I also feel cheated and if there is one thing I may be superior over her with, it is my blood. Last I remember, he could keep my blood down.
He vomits, moans and groans for a while and I just sit here. Still shackled.
Why didn't they unshackle me?
"Ungh," he moans. He turns to face me wiping his mouth with his arm.
I have been waiting on him to say something to me, to look at me and when he does I can't look him in the eyes. Go figure.
I glance away, my face heating with rage and humiliation.
I know he is still looking at me, I can feel it.
He sighs loudly and his chain rattles.
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry."
I don't look at him. "It's not worth much."
"Okay…well. Still. I am."
"Whatever," I mumble.
He sighs.
It's silent for a little while. I glance over at him and he is as close to me as the chain attached to his ankles will allow. He sits Indian style facing me, just staring at me.
I glance away again.
"At least I have the decency not to ask you if you enjoyed it," I spit. "I saw first hand that you did!" My voice is hysterical and bitter simultaneously.
I glance back at him noticing that his face is almost as red as his eyes. I've never seen him blush but it makes me even madder. Even more hurt. It's proof that he did enjoy it and he doesn't even deny it.
I want to end my miserable existence. It's the last punch in the gut that I can withstand.
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