Chapter 4: Await Your Death

Chills of fear and hunger ran through Amelia’s body.  The hunters had been brought into this.  Hunters were cruel and ruthless men that were both feared and respected.  Raised from youth to be elite killers, the hunters bore no emotions. The only thing that they knew was to kill or be killed.

If the hunters were being enlisted to take care of Amelia, that meant that there was no possibility of her making it out of this alive.

Feeling a sob build within her, Amelia curled in on herself even more.  Fresh tears began to well up in her eyes before spilling down her cheeks as she gasped for air.

"Crying will get you nowhere."

Startled, Amelia lifted her head to see who had spoken.  One of the guards that had locked her away had returned, and the look he wore was one that sent fear racing through Amelia’s veins.

"I’ve brought you company." The guard smirked as he motioned for someone to come forward.

The sound of heavy boots thumping on the ground echoed around the area, bouncing off the walls of Amelia’s cell.

"This is her Lord Albert." The guard announced, shooting a look of hunger at Amelia. "Don’t let her look of innocence fool you."

Crawling slightly forward Amelia kept her gaze fixed on the one called Albert as he began to come into view.  He easily blocked out the guard with his height and physique as he took his place in front of Amelia’s cell.

"A beautiful face?" As he asked his question, his full lips twitched into a frown. "Though you may fool others, I’m not so naive. ‘Tis a pity you’re a whore."

Startled by Albert’s words, Amelia lifted her eyes to meet his. As she remained frozen in place, she could only feel her heart freezing by the cold and indifferent look Albert’s grey eyes gave her.

"I’m not…" She whispered as desperation began to consume her.

"What was that?" Albert asked, leaning forward.

As he approached, candle light lit up his face. Caught off guard, Amelia couldn’t help but find herself appreciating his rugged looks. 

Being stuck in a convent, Amelia never truly had the opportunity to interact with men aside from the priests, but they were old.  This man standing in front of her wasn’t old and he was quite striking.  His grey gaze, which was still fixed on her green one, held a look of ice-cold contempt towards her. His face, which seemed to have not been shaved in quite a few days, was very tan and well defined. Even the long scar that began just above his left eye and extended down to his cheek couldn’t mar his good looks.

His long black hair that held streaks of blond hung down in messy waves around his face, defining his chiseled cheekbones and chin even more.

His white shirt and brown leather vest hugged his broad chest, revealing the well-defined pecks that lay underneath. Even his brown pants hugged his well-built legs.

Trailing her eyes down his body, Amelia couldn’t help but feel the familiar thirst and hunger that she had begun to become accustomed to build up.  Even though Albert should clearly have her terrified, she couldn’t stop the growing attraction she felt towards him.

"Stared enough?" Albert asked, seeming amused. “Now, why in the world would a Succubus mingle with nuns?”

Feeling the slightest glimmer of hope, Amelia reached out grabbing Albert’s hand only for him to shake her off in disgust.

Eyes widening Amelia looked to her palm, where she had touched Albert only moments before still tingled sending little shocks of electricity through her.  She could also suddenly smell fresh earth and smoke.  Was this Albert she was smelling?  And why did just the touch of his skin affect her so?

“Please, let me go.” Amelia whispered, meeting Albert’s gaze.

“You can drop the act Succubus.” As Albert spoke his look of disgust deepened.  It was perfectly clear that he found her to be repulsive.

Heart dropping Amelia tried to fight back the tears that threatened to spill.  No amount of tears would change what she had done earlier in the evening.

Immediately her thoughts roamed back to what had happened with Sister Rosario in the chapel.  Guilt and disgust towards her actions began to build within her once more.  Filled with shame, Amelia quickly averted her gaze.

"Feeling ashamed now?" Eyes flashing, Albert allowed his lips to turn up in a triumphant smile as a chuckle escaped him. "Then you should understand why you need to die, correct?"

Die, Amelia let the word sink in as she looked at Albert once more. 

“Why should I die?” Amelia asked, voice shaking.  “I’ve never hurt a soul.”

Tilting his head back, Albert allowed a bellowing laugh to escape him.

“If you’re human, how about you play a game with me?” Albert asked as a crooked smile began to form on his face..

Looking at the guard that stood silently watching, Albert held out a hand. Seeming to understand his meaning, the guard shoved his hand in his pocket before pulling out a set of keys that he easily handed over to Albert.

"You may leave now." Albert said, waving the guard off. "I can take it from here.”

Once alone Albert reached behind him pulling something out from his pants and presenting it to Amelia.

“Do you know what this whip is used for?” Albert asked, eyeing Amelia.

“No,” Amelia responded, shaking her head.

“This whip is used on Succubi.” Albert explained beaming.  “It will only hurt if you are in fact a Succubus, but if you’re not a monster as you claim then you should be fine.”

To prove his point Albert held out an arm, lifting the whip he allowed it to slam down on his skin.  Where it touched remained unmark as if nothing had hit it in the first place.

“See.”

Moving forward Albert lifted the whip and allowed it to slam down on Amelia’s back.  Letting out a scream Amelia curled in on herself as searing pain raced through her.  Not satisfied with the one lash, Albert continued to crack the whip against Amelia’s skin again and again.  Each time it would connect he would let out a pleasure filled laugh at the pain he was inflicting.

“P-pl…” Amelia gasped as Albert continued to whip her.  “S-sto…”

Laughing Albert let the whiplash against Amelia’s skin once more stopping any and all pleas that may have followed.  It was only when Amelia laid unmoving on the ground that he finally stopped.

“Do you have any more excuses in you?”

As Albert spoke he took in Amelia’s beaten and bloodied form on the ground.  Her once pure white nun’s outfit was now slashed to pieces and stained red with her blood.  Deep gashes could be seen sizzling along her skin.  Just her mere state proved once and for all that she was indeed a Succubus.

“Please…” Amelia whispered as something within her snapped.

Lifting her head, she allowed her eyes to trail to Albert’s.  A gasp escaped him as his grey gaze locked with Amelia’s green one.  

Gone was the innocent and naive nun that had been before him moments before and now in her place was a dazzling being that immediately took his breath away.

“I’m hungry.” She whispered as she lifted herself from the ground and made her way towards a now dazzled and confused Albert.  “Please feed me.”