Chapter 49

Soul POV

Number five makes me pancakes and fruit for breakfast. Number three sits in my lap and feeds me the fruit. "Such a good number three," I say to her as I like the dropped fruit juice from her tit.

"Oh, my master, how I long to please you, always," Number three says, giggling and feeding me fruit.

There is a rapping at the door. Number six goes to the door and leaves me to eat my fruit and lick number three's tits. I let my tongue glide up and down her nipple. Number three takes a strawberry starts to put it in my mouth, and then rubs it on her nipple. I begin sucking her nipple and then bite into her tit.

I look up to see that damn witch in my kitchen. "What the fuck do you want?" I ask the old bitch.

The old hag smiles at me, and in one sudden movement, she transforms into a beautiful redhead. "Woah, I did not know you had that in you, old hag," I say to her.

"That was the form required of me by Damien. However, since he is no longer with us, I can take on any form I please," The witch says.

"What do you mean Damien is no longer with us, old hag?" I ask her.

The witch takes a seat at the table. "Oh, my sweet Soul, the hunters cames for him, and I bet we are next. They will grill me for information, and they will kill you," the witch says.

I stop number three from feeding me. "Get the fuck up, number three," I tell her as I push her out of my lap.

"Damn, Soul," number three says.

"Seems my spell is wearing off," the witch says.

"Maybe you could do something about it. But, instead, all of them are edgy, still compliant, but acting like royal bitches," I say.

"Nope, you best let them go and get the hell out of her, or call the master to help you," the witch says.

"Yeah, I will get right on that. The master will have your head, old witch. You need to help me with my problem. Help me move them to the dungeon for the master to pick up," I say.

"No, he lied to me. I will never see my precious husband again. I am done helping you and your master. If the hunters come for me, I will tell them everything," the old witch says.

I go after the old bitch. I am going to rip her throat out of her neck and feed on her until she is dead. As I reach to grab her, she stops, waves her hand, and knocks me to the floor. The cups on the wall crash into the floor. Number three screams and I am on the floor, unable to move.

The old witch comes toward me, and her finger pointed at me. "Listen up, my friend, do not ever come after me again because next time I will kill you dead where you stand. Get your ass out of here. Either let these bitches go or take them to the dungeon, do whatever the fuck you want, but I am getting the fuck out of here. I am not waiting for those hunters to come to kill me. If they come and they will, I will not lie to protect you. I will tell them everything before I die. You will die too," the old witch says.

The old witch looks around the room at all the women standing watching me be shoved by this bitch. "Listen up, buttercups, flee from this place!" she screams at the women.

They are at a standstill, afraid and stupid. They are all scared and have no idea what to do. If she does not renew the spell, then they will turn on me anyway. I will have to leave them behind. Fuck them and fuck the master, you know what fuck this damn witch!

I get up from the floor and charge at her again. I want to kill this bitch. She waves her hand and knocks me to the floor yet again. I hit the floor harder this time. Plates tumble to the floor on top of the already broken cups on the floor. Number three rushes to my side.

"Stop trying to fight her master; she might kill you," number three says to me, trying to get me to give up. I push her away from me and get up again. This time the witch does not even acknowledge me; she keeps walking toward the door. Finally, she is done talking to me. She is leaving and leaving us behind to fight off the hunters.

The old witch goes out the door and slams the door hard. I hear her car leave as I get up off the floor for the third time. Then, finally, the women come to help me. "Clean this shit up!" I scream as I leave the kitchen.

Number three follows me out of the kitchen. "What are we going to do, master?" number three asks me. "I am going to go pack, and I suggest you go do the same or stay here and wait for the hunters. I do not care what you do, really," I say to her.

Number three falls to the floor and starts to sob. A parade of whores surrounds her as I go up the stairs. They are all pissed off at me now, and I really do not give a shit. Fuck this. I want out. I can go somewhere and hide. I can find new whores wherever I go. I am not taking these bitches with me.

I go up the stairs and into my bedroom. I grab a suitcase from the top of the closet. I lay the suitcase on the bed and open it. I cannot remember the last time I used this damn thing for real. I grab some clothes and shoes. I am packing lightly, just in case. I have money I can buy would I need when I get where I am going.

I fasten the small suitcase shut just as number three comes into the bedroom with me. "I want to go with you, master, please let me go with you," number three begs.

"Fine, go put on some clothes and pack a bag. Meet me out front in five minutes," I tell her.

She races out of the room and down to the basement. I will not wait on her, but if she is in the car when I crank it, then maybe she can go with me. Besides, I might need a snack while I am on the road. Hell, I might need a blow job. I best take her.

I go down the stairs and start out the door. The ladies come up to see me off. "Where are you going, master?" the women ask.

"Ladies, I am going to handle some business; I will be back soon," I say. Have they already forgotten what happened here this morning? Damn. The old witch's spell is an odd one, especially as it wears off.

"We will miss you, master," they say almost in an early sound as their voices combine.

"I will be back soon, my loves; wait for me here," I say to them.

"Yes, master, we will wait here for you forever," they say. This is not right; what the fuck is going on with them. Number three rushes to me with her bag and dressed sexy as hell.

Number three and I go out the front door and go to the garage to get into the car. We get into the car, and I crank it. Number three leans over and kisses me as I back the car out of the driveway.

"Where are we going, my master?" number three asks me.

I look over at her. Her hair is blowing with the wind as I speed down the road to get away from this life and on to a new one. "Probably hell, number three," I say to her.

"Well, I have been there before and happy to go back," number three says.

This confuses me. Number three grabs the steering wheel and forces me off of the road. We crash into heavy rocks. My car is smashed. I look over, and number three is missing. I pull myself out of the car and leave my bag. I am not hurt except for minor scratches that will heal rather quickly.

I start walking down the road. Should I go to the house and get another car or fuck it? I can speed fast, far, far away, and steal a car from someone after I make a meal out of them.

I notice a car, maybe a van coming my way. I walk slowly. Maybe they will stop, and I will take their can. Then, I can feed on them and continue my journey. I wave at them as they approach.

The van pulls over. A young woman with spikey hair pokes her head out the window. "Hey, love, need a lift?" She asks me.

"Yeah, I wrecked my car," I say to her.

The van door opens. As I go to get into the van, someone grabs me and puts a black hood over my hood. Fucking hunters!