Ad Infinitum
by Millie Cat
The air, heavy with incense and smoke, coats the Malkavian’s body like a separate skin as she looks to the narrow closet door before her. More than darkness lies beyond, things more tangible than unknown fear was just inside that makeshift chamber of horrors.
How had it come to this? Millie’s control had turned inside out, like a rat in a vacuum. Ah, the best laid plans…
Even the air did not move with her entry, even dust was not disturbed with her passage. Disturbation was of her entry itself. Perhaps ‘they’ were right. Perhaps to be Malkavian was to be Mad. What more than madness could compel her to endure this deprivation box, night after night? Her own perversion was the surest proof of derangement she had ever encountered.
She shuddered inside. Tremere were not known to be so quiet, or was he not here? In answer she received a quick silent hand about her throat, and a cold, loathsome whisper in the ear as she was jerked close to his lips.
"Right on time," Joseph, the Tremere Primogen’s unseen smile is heard clearly in his lecherous whisper, his fangs caressing Millie’s earlobe, gouging slightly against her willfully stilled neck.
Seemingly angered at her control in this frightful situation, Joseph drags his fangs down to her shoulder, gouging skin and ripping her cotton shirt, not drinking as the smell of her blood saturates the closet. Millie shakes and flails at the pain and humiliation. His grip around her neck tightens, his other arm snapping around her waist, locking her close to him.
"Yes.. yes… so sweet," the Tremere finally whispers. "Very nice. I cannot even tell whether your fear is genuine or not. But, I suppose it is. You know that if you do not please me, I will hurt those you care about; hurt them far more than you endure right now." Moving his lips over to the other ear, he proceeds to mutilate Millie’s skin and shirt as with the other side, arms locking her in with ancient, unbreakable strength.
The fear, the pain, becomes too much. She knows she must come here, to protect kindred friends and innocent kine alike, though her Beast says differently. It matters not. Joseph revels consuming her frenzied spasms, holding her close as she rages, the aftermath leaving her a deformed wreck, as usual.
Barely able to speak from the depredations, she manages to force out, "You never lose control. You never anger…"
"Where do you think this pain I give you comes from? " His fingers sink deep into her sides, breaking skin and cracking ribs, "I give it to you, little one. Wouldn’t it be horrible if I had to find someone else to take this out on? "
Millie’s mind screams the horror of a thousand pains, begging for yet more, more, more… No fiend is more deserving of this punishment. No sinner ismore in need of this absolution…
Ad Infinitum