Vampire's Venom **Trigger Warning**

*Trigger warning - over the next few chapters this story is going to a very dark place, drugs, addiction, sex for drugs, violence, self-harm - every chapter I think may triggering because of these subjects will have Trigger Warning in the title.*

Emma’s POV
I awake and I am in darkness and pain. I am not a heroine in some book, able to pretend to still be unconscious so I can learn something about my captor, thus aiding in my escape. I scream out my panic and anguish. As I scream, I realise that there is still a bag over my head, so for all I know I am in a brightly lit room with Goddess knows how many eyes on me.

My throat hurts and no one is coming. Time to shut up and take stock.

I don’t know where I am obviously, there is a thick bag over my head. All I can smell is my own breath, which isn’t too sweet, and a faint green herby smell. Not being a wolf or shifter of any type I have no idea what the smell is, so that was helpful.

Talking of shifter’s *PETER,* I scream in my head. Nope, nothing. I am pretty sure that didn’t get through, it seemed to just echo hollowly in my head. Probably means I am too far away.

I can’t hear anything around me, but I have no idea if that is because there is nothing to hear, because the bag is muffling it or because of some kind spell. Again, not very helpful.

Finally, it is time to catalogue my body, and I am not looking forward to it, because I know I am in pain.

My head hurts, but I am pretty sure that someone hit me over the head to knock me out, so no surprises there.

My hands are cuffed far above my head, my toes can barely touch the floor, standing on tiptoes lessens the burning pain in my shoulders, wrists, and elbows. I guess that I have been literally hang here while unconscious… no wonder it hurts… although my calves are already beginning to burn. Yay, pain whatever I do, I think wryly.

Toes on the floor… toes… where are my boots? Come to think of it I shiver a little, I am only wearing knickers… where are my clothes and what kind of pervert has me.

I must be hanging in the middle of a space, because when I kick in any direction, I don’t connect with anything. But that means I can’t even rest my body against anything to relieve the pain a little.

Then I realise I can’t feel Peter… I can’t feel the pack. The bright threads are waving loose in my mind, no longer anchored to the people I love and care for. For the first time in months, I am truly alone, and it is scarier than the dark, and more terrifying than the pain.

A tear escapes. I bite down on the inside of my cheek. Whoever has me is going to come and look at me at some point, and I refuse to show them weakness. I am not going to die easily.
…
My body burns, I don’t know how long I have been here, I dozed at one point, but not for long, the pull on my arms was too much. My bladder hurts, pressure has been building for a while now. I make a decision, and the hot liquid flows down my legs as I empty my bladder. My knickers are saturated, and I am covered in my own piss. I am not sure how much lower I can sink, I really am not looking forward to when I need a shit, but hopefully the smell will encourage the pervert who has me to keep his hands to himself.
…
The bag is ripped from my head, along with a few hairs. I blink at the unaccustomed light, and try to jump backwards as I realise there is someone right in front of me. He is a shadow, the lights so bright that I can only see shapes in it.

I groan as pain tears through my shoulders again.

There is a low male chuckle.

‘Well, you certainly smell human’

He walks around behind me. I shudder as I feel his tongue gliding wetly across my shoulder blade, licking me.

‘Your skin tastes human too’

‘That’s because I am human you fucking pervert’ I spit at him.

‘I haven’t established that yet,’ he looks across the room at another shadow who nods at him. ‘Hmmm your aura is human… just one last test Luna…’

I wince as I feel a knife slice down over my right breast. The knife must be sharp, as the pain is less than you would think, like when you cut yourself with a new razor while shaving. He walks round in front of me and licks the blood off the blade. His eyes flash black.

‘Mmmm,’ he groans as if turned on, my eyes flash to his crotch, I can see the unmistakeable bulge indicating he is very aroused. ‘It has been a while since I have had a pure human ma cherie, and you are very pure.’

The bag is pulled back over my head, plunging me back into darkness. All I can think is there must have been a third person in the room.
…
I am back to hurry up and wait. The blood from the wound on my breast has dried. Talking of dry so are my mouth and throat.

Hanging nearly naked blind and deaf to my surrounding is surprisingly erotic despite the pain I have to endure. I constantly reach out with my senses trying to feel what else might be in the room with me.

I am sure I feel a breeze whisper over my skin a couple of times, making my nipples harden and my pussy moisten.

Great, what kind of pervert am I that I am getting off on this, I think to myself, then, I want Peter.

I have a nasty feeling the strange guy is a vampire, great my absolute worst nightmare

Then the bag is gone again, the light is not so bright, I can see more than silhouettes.

The man before me is the one from before I am sure… Lord Jorge something. He is sitting on a stool, just out of kicking range, studying me. This means that there must be at least one more person in the room with me.

I look around. Sadly no one is close enough to kick. I am hanging in the centre of a cylindrical room, it doesn’t have a ceiling, and I can see the moon shining through the circular hole at the top, maybe 4 stories up. It reminds me of a well, with smooth stone walls.

There are some windows looking into the chamber, but only one door. Two other men are in the room.

‘So, Luna, what am I to do with you?’ he asks.

I lick my cracked lips trying to find enough moisture to talk.

‘Nothing,’ I croak. ‘Peter will come for me’

He nods at one of the others and they walk over with a bottle of water. I drink thirstily, as he continues.

‘But he won’t’

I throw him a puzzled look. ‘Your Alpha isn’t going to come for you… Luna… no one is going to come for you… this room, in fact this whole castle is warded with magic and silver… he can’t feel you, so he thinks you are dead… that makes you MINE’

I shudder at the possessiveness in his voice, and why I can’t feel the links anymore.

‘No. I am mine; I don’t want you.’ I counter. My voice is clearer thanks to the water.

He gets up and circles round behind me

‘But you will cherie,’ he whispers into my ear. ‘You will. When I drink from you, I will inject my venom… Do you know what that does?’

I am quivering with fear. I shake my head.

‘It will give you the most intense orgasm you have ever had and leave you with an itch to have it again. I have been told the sensation is quite addictive… After a couple of experiences you will do anything… and I mean anything to feel it again…’

Shit that venom sounds worse than, I don’t know, crack cocaine or heroin. I don’t want a drug addiction. I whimper to myself. Shaking my head in denial. He walks back round to face me.

‘You taste delicious, and you will be mine.’ His eyes glow red.

‘NO, NO,’ I scream, I don’t want this.

‘Shhh ma cherie,’ Jorge murmurs to me, stroking my skin, making tingles flow through me. He moves my hair out of the way, tilting my head, exposing my carotid vein. I am sure he can see my blood thundering through my veins, smell my fear and unwilling arousal.

I try to struggle, hung like a piece of meat on a hook, thrashing and flailing. He holds me still with one arm, his other hand holds my head in position, there is a flash of white and I see his fangs.

Then he bites.

White hot pleasure engulfs me, I start to orgasm, my juices flowing down my legs as I twitch and quiver in his arms. It feels sensational, I scream his name. Spots start to fill my vision, and I pass out, my body still pulsing in orgasm.