Nadya’s Nights: Road to Vengeance
Night Two: Race for the Cure
Chapter Twenty-Two: Torture Time
by Indy McDaniel
Copyright © 2009 Indy McDaniel
WARNING! This chapter contains a scene involving graphic torture.
Remy was waiting in the darkness of the room, watching his prey as she slowly faded back into consciousness. He smirked cruelly; glad that the fun could now begin. He stepped forward out of the shadows and let her see him.
Nadya let her eyes narrow into a deadly glare, her fists clenching and pulling against the bonds holding her down. Remy stopped beside her and pulled a lever, which caused the table she was lying on to be lifted into a vertical position.
“Pleasant dreams?” he asked. “Tuned in for the last few minutes. So traumatic.” He ran a finger along the side of her cheek.
“Fuck off, cocksucker,” she snarled as she turned her head to snap her teeth down around his finger, but he moved away too fast. He laughed and stepped away from her, moving over to a table set up in front of her. Nadya’s eyes moved over to it, noting all the tools lying on top.
“Just so you know, after tonight, you’ll look back at that as a fond memory compared to what I’m going to do to you,” Remy said, picking up some metal shears. He moved back over to her and grabbed hold of her shirt, pulling it away from her. He brought the shears up to the bottom of her shirt and snipped it up the front to the neck. Cutting from the neck to the armholes of the shirt, he pulled it away, leaving her in her bra. He knelt down and yanked her boots off, tossing them aside, then sliced up the legs of her pants, pulling those away, too.
“Poor, young Nadya. So ashamed of her body. When there’s really no need for it. Case in point…” He snipped through the straps of her bra and pulled it away from her. “Those are some marvelous tits.”
Nadya tugged hard on her binds, trying to break free and launch herself at him. “I’ll fucking rip your goddamn fangs out, you shit-sucking motherfucker!”
Remy laughed at her verbal assault. “Such a rich, colorful character!”
She glared at him as he turned his back on her and went back over to the table of torture tools. He set the shears down and reached over to a small box. When he turned back around, he held up a pair of long needles. “I like my bitches with a few piercings, though.”
He stepped back up to her, taking one of the needles in hand and turning it so the point was aimed at her. She watched as he brought the needle closer, touching the tip of it against her nipple. Nadya clenched her jaw, trying to prepare herself for the pain.
It wasn’t enough.
As he pushed the needle into her nipple, spearing it and then pushing it deeper into her breast, her jaw clenched tighter. When he jabbed the second needle into her other nipple, her jaw opened and she let out a cry of pain. “You limp dicked swine fucker!” she screamed. Blood began to slowly drip from the small wounds, sliding down the lower curve of her breasts and trickling along her stomach.
“Think,” Remy said, stepping back from her. “That’s just the beginning.”
He grabbed hold of her by the face and slammed her head back into the table, dazing her. She felt him quickly undo her bonds, and tried to force herself to move, but she couldn’t get her body to react fast enough. Before she could start, her hands were being put into another pair of restraints.
As she shook off the effects of the knock, she found herself standing in the room now, her arms stretched over her head and put into another pair of manacles. She felt the vampire strapping her feet into a similar pair bolted to the floor. Once she was secure, he moved back over to the table, which was now behind her. Nadya turned her head to try and see what he was up to, but couldn’t get her head around far enough.
Suddenly, there was the crack of a whip followed by the sting of the strike against her back. It caught Nadya completely off guard and she let out a shriek of pain. Another blow from the whip followed then another, lighting her back on fire with stinging agony.
“I am gonna… fucking… KILL YOU!” Nadya screamed through clenched teeth. “You motherfucker!”
She could feel the warm wetness of her blood trickling down her back where the whip had broken her skin open. She swayed in the chains that held her, more and more of her weight being held up by them as the beating weakened her.
After more then a dozen strikes with the whip, Nadya’s back was covered in bloody welts. Remy tossed the whip aside. He moved up behind her, touching his hands against her blood-splattered back, feeling the heat of her swollen skin. Nadya clenched her teeth as he touched her, trying to pull away from him. He lowered his head to it and extended his tongue, licking up some of her spilt blood.
He licked his lips. “Mmm, you’re pretty tasty.”
“Unchain me and fight fair,” Nadya shot back. “See just how fucking tasty I am, asshole…” She wasn’t exactly sure how well she’d manage in any kind of fight at the moment, but she was more than willing to give it a try.
When Remy unshackled her the second time, she didn’t need to be dazed. The beating had weakened her enough that she didn’t have the strength to put up much of a struggle against him. Still, she gave it a try. His hands clamped down tightly around her wrists and tugged her back over to the table she’d originally been strapped to. She hissed in pain as her wounded back was pressed against the wood of the table.
Strapping her back in, Remy turned and bent down under the second table with all the tools on it. He came up with a car battery and some jumper cables. Nadya watched through half-lidded eyes as he set the contraption up, breathing heavily and trying to block out the pain in her back. “What’s the matter, asshole?” she muttered. “Leave your headlights on and kill the battery? Don’t worry, I’m sure I can find another car to drive up your ass before I fucking end you again.”
Remy chuckled as he turned to her with the cables. “We’ll see…”
As he clamped the cables to the tips of the needles protruding from her chest, Nadya’s body came to life in jerks and twitches. She flailed wildly as the pain of the electric shocks hit her, her mouth opening wide and letting out a scream. The needles that were stuck so deeply into her breasts heated up, scorching her.
Her heart beat rapidly, sent into an awkward rhythm. Remy left the cables attached to her for only about thirty seconds, but it was enough. She went limp when the shocks stopped, her body twitching sporadically on occasion as residual electricity flowed through her. She coughed hard, feeling her heart thudding against her chest. Her breasts throbbed, feeling every inch of the long needles that skewered them.
“Probably shouldn’t have done that,” Remy said, setting the cables aside. “Almost lost you there. And there’s still so much more left to do to you.”
Nadya could hear him shuffling things around on the table, but couldn’t force her eyes to focus enough to see what he was doing. Part of her didn’t want to see. She was too tired to throw any more insults his way.
She let her eyes drift closed and tried to get her breathing to be a bit less ragged and her heartbeat to be a bit more stable. She felt Remy grab hold of the waistband of her panties and tear them away. Compared to everything she’d been through, she hardly noticed. Then she felt his body move up against her and his fingers started to rub between her legs, pushing her open.
“Y’know, there was a time, not very long ago, when a single bite from me was more then enough to turn you,” Remy said, nudging her head to the side and exposing her creamy neck. “Now things have gotten more complicated. I drink from you… you drink from me. Almost not even worth fucking with. Although…”
Remy’s face transformed, becoming something more demonic. His canines growing into elongated fangs. He opened his mouth wide and bit down into Nadya’s neck, starting to drink the hot blood that poured from her. She whimpered at the sharp pain of his teeth biting into her.
After a few moments, he pulled away. “I was over a hundred years old as a werewolf. Do you know how many people I killed over that time?” He laughed. “Cuz I don’t.” He lapped at her bleeding neck. “Even before I was attacked by one of those beasts, I had earned a respectable number of kills. Men, women, children. Even when I was human, I didn’t give a fuck.” He moved closer, pressing his lips against her ear. His hand was still between her legs. “But between you and me… I always enjoyed the defiant little cunts like you best.”
Nadya left him suck on her earlobe and was certain if her stomach hadn’t been completely empty, that she’d have vomited. Even so, she retched several times. “Why the fuck are you telling me this? If you want me dead so bad, just fucking do it, you French cocksucker.”
“In time,” he replied before laughing. “You know, it really is poetic that my favorite kind of prey is what finally did me in. But that’s all right. I’ve got a second chance now. A whole new kind of life to explore. Maybe this time I’ll keep better track of the people I kill. Starting with you.”
Nadya forced herself to laugh.
“What’s so fucking funny, Ruskie bitch?”
“You’d think after a hundred years, you’d learn to fucking count better,” she said. “What about Elise?”
Remy smiled at her. “You’re right. I’d be disappointed that you weren’t my first kill as a vampire, but that two-timing informant cunt had it coming ten times over. Frankly, I am amazed no one thought of throwing her well-toned ass out of that ritzy high-rise sooner.”
“Yea, she did seem like a bit of a bitch,” she nodded. She had no idea what the conversation would accomplish. She couldn’t get free and even if she could, she doubted she’d be able to fight her way out of the room.
Still… delaying the inevitable seemed like a pretty good plan for the moment.
“Major fucking bitch,” Remy agreed. “If she didn’t pay so well, I’d have killed her years ago.”
There was a momentary silence.
“Anyway, where were we?” he finally said. “Oh. Right. Your painful torture and subsequent bloody dismemberment. Cuz of you, I don’t get to enjoy devouring you bite by bite… but y’know, this bloodsucking thing isn’t all bad. And I’ve got a few friends upstairs who would be more than happy with my leftovers.”
“I’m going to get out of here, Remy,” Nadya told him, glaring into his dark eyes. “But I’ll be back. And the next time, I’ll take your fucking head.”
Remy smiled back at her. “Whatever helps you die easier,” he said before opening his mouth wide and sinking his fangs into her neck again.
Nadya winced, feeling him suckling at her. His hand had moved away from between her legs during their conversation, but now she felt it return. Then she felt something cool and metallic. It took her a moment to realize what it was.
The pain of the bite, the bleeding welts across her back, even the needles impaling her breasts, all faded into nothingness as Remy’s fingers found her clit and in one swift move, skewered it with another of the needles. Nadya’s head flew back, eyes wide, and she released an ear-shattering scream as she felt the metal stab into her most sensitive area. The pain spiked as she felt him turn the needle inside her. Her head swooned.
As he continued to turn the needle, Nadya screamed again, then darkness flowed into her and she fell into unconsciousness. Remy broke away from her neck when she passed out, looking from the steady flow of blood oozing from the bite marks to her slack face.
“No point in hurting you if you can’t feel it,” he muttered, then looked back at her neck, licking leftover blood from his mouth. “You taste so good, though. Guess you’ve been through enough to call it even. Sweet dreams, bitch.”
He opened his mouth and started to move forward.
Before he could bite back into her bleeding throat, the door to the torture chamber opened. Remy turned to see a dark-haired woman enter. She looked worried. “You have to leave,” she said.
“I’m almost finished,” Remy replied, turning back to Nadya’s limp form.
“Right now,” the woman responded, a tone of urgency in her voice. “There’s another werewolf coming. He’s old. Older than any of us. And he’s pissed.”
Remy sighed.
It must have been the one who owned the house he’d found his prey at. “Fine…” He touched a finger against Nadya’s chin. “Get well, baby. Guess we get to have a round two after all.”
He turned away from her and followed the dark-haired woman out of the room, leaving Nadya bound to the table, her complexion deathly pale.
