Tartura: Destroyer of Innocent Souls
Copyright© 2024 Freya Gersemi. All rights reserved.
Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Tartura, an ancient vampire, needs virgin cum to survive. But it’s slowly tearing her apart. Is she evil or just an innocent victim, herself? Turn off the lights, curl up under a warm blanket, and dive into the dark and creepy world of a tortured soul who can’t stop destroying everything that she wraps her blood-red lips around. “A stream of consciousness monologue that reads like a nightmare.” One chapter posted per week. eBook available at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Mind Control Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Horror Vampires First Oral Sex Halloween
I think I can reach it.
Straining, I can just about touch the handle.
Still on tiptoes, my legs trembling with the exertion, I have only one chance.
I push with my toes and hop a tiny bit and am just able to hook two fingers through the handle.
The saw clatters as it falls from the metal workbench, but my fingers grasp and hold onto it for dear life. Literally.
Darkness threatens to intrude on my vision and with a mighty force that I didn’t know I still possessed, I’m able to push it back.
Blinking, I look up at the thick pipe above my head. The short chain connecting the two ends of the handcuffs. My thin wrist, bloodied where the gleaming circle of metal has cut into it.
I look at the saw in my other hand.
Looking back up at the cheap handcuffs, I see that there’s one weak link. I can cut it and make my way to the freezer, then next door, then to freedom. I can escape my impending death.
I can do this.
I barely have the strength to quietly scream as the teeth cut into my arm just below my wrist. I can feel the hot blood tracing lines down my forearm.
It’s the only way.
My soft, weak flesh.
The blood feels so warm and comforting. I want to let it wash over me and cleanse my sins. But my fear of a hell worse than this overrides my craving for the sweet release of death. I have to free myself.
After two more pitiful bites of the saw, the teeth bite into something. The saw catches for a split second, and then slides right through. A tendon? My heart falters as I watch bright blood fountain out of my arm and splash on the concrete wall of the basement.
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