Written in Blood
Copyright© 2021 by Millie 90 lbs of Dynamite
Chapter 8
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 8 - My name is Jane Hanson, Doctor Jane Hanson, and I am about to die. I take this task upon myself to write what has happened to me since I arrived here. Months have transpired with me in this, shall I say, prison. They passed like a flash of lightning in the night since this all began so far from here. With this said, I feel as if years passed by since I first stepped into this wonderful … dreadful … residence.
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Mind Control Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Vampires
The massive castle’s western wall took on a yellow cast to its gray stone as the sun began to sink behind the mountain to the west. On the southern face of the massive stone structure, a woman stepped up into the casement of a sizeable broken bay window, tossed out a yellow bundle, then watched it fall to the river below her.
The bundle rushed through the channel, spilling over the falls, tumbling to a second waterfall, and then to the waterway below it. Jane Hanson lingered, pondering the wisdom of her decision. She heard bare feet running down the hall outside the library. The scratching of the door and creaking of hinges as the boys pulled it open.
“No,” Boian said.
“Please, we don’t need to feed tonight,” Cristian added. “Don’t leave us.”
“Sweet boys,” she said, jumping from the window. She held her arms to her chest as she plummeted the 40-foot drop, her feet hit the water, and her body went under the surface. The pain engulfed her as the river swallowed her. The beautiful, wasted woman descended deep into the dark waters, her body lifted upward toward the surface.
The two brothers ran to the window, they saw where she hit. Look as they might, they didn’t see her surface, nor did they see a dead body bob in the waves of the river. They watched the water, hoping to see her, staring into the darkness. At last, the trio moved away from the window.
“Whatever shall we do now?” Cristian asked.
“I suppose we shall learn to hunt,” Boian said.
Alexandru entered the room, “We shall go hunting, yes, indeed. But we will bring the prey here and keep them and suckle on their sweet nectar, not take a mouthful, and let them go free. We will grow strong, like Mistress Drago. I thought Mistress Jane was to rule. But now, in our Mistresses’ absence, we are the rulers.”
Putting his hands on the younger children of Lilith, he smiled as he looked out the window. Her body bobbed to the surface, flip-flop over the waterfall. Alexandru wondered if a possibility existed, she’d survive such a drop.
“I wonder, is this also part of the Countess’s plan,” Boian said.
“Perhaps,” Alexandru said. “Perhaps, we shan’t know.”
The old monk walked by the bank of the river, pondering the mystery of God and forgiveness. Stopping, he bowed his head and said a prayer as the sun rose over the mountain and cast its bright light across the small valley. Raising his head, he exclaimed a rejoicing shout to the new day.