Havana City, September 2018I was running late. I knew I had promised to return early, but one thing led to another and before I knew it, it was two in the morning. I pulled the high heels off my feet and ran as fast as I could, the still warm pavement tickling the soles of my feet.I was crossing the street when a car hit me.At first there was only a deafening noise inside my head, then all of a sudden everything went silent and I was lying on my back in an abnormal position in the middle of the street. Frowning, I tried in vain to make some sense out of what had just happened.My breathing was ragged. My heart was pounding, my beats were erratic. I couldn't move so I suspected I had a spinal cord injury. My vision blurred, my thoughts became incoherent, I could feel that my dress was getting wetter at the height of my left thigh; I figured I was suffering a major external bleeding.Bottom line: I was dying.I cannot say that it is true that when you die you see your life pass befo
Yolie:Am awake but my body doesn't respond, it's the most unpleasant and terrible sensation that anyone can experience. My eyes are open but I can't move. Everything around me is in darkness. Not even a sleep paralysis compares with this, because if I was asleep it would scare me, but the feelings of powerlessness and fear would gradually ease allowing me to regain mobility, I am a doctor, I know about these things; so this is totally different. I have been drugged and I am terrified of the consequences that the effect of the drug may cause on me.What I am facing right now is too similar to what I experienced during my accident, that paralysis and this one are practically identical. I'm sweating cold and have goose bumps, I have to control my reactions if I start hyperventilating now I'm sure to die here. Closing my eyes I try to slow down my breathing. Somehow thoughts of my secret lover creep into my mind and I relax until I fall asleep again.***I have reawakened. This time my m
Yolie:I kiss him back with all the passion of which I’m capable. Sucking his fat and luscious lips between mine. His tongue brushes mine and I moan again. Oh, my God.My hands move on their own volition, reaching for the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and putting both of them inside it. My fingers play with the warm and smooth skin of his abdomen, caressing him with my palms and finally scratching him with my tiny nails.He brakes the kiss, laughing out loud."This is something new. " He murmurs, looking at me while he bites his lower lip. " I knew you would be quite the hellcat, but I never really expected you to dare to scratch me."He takes my hands out of his shirt, lifting them above my head and holding them in one of his fists."Don't touch me right now. Your hands on my skin distract me too much and I've been waiting too long for this moment. " He whispers, offering me his mouth several times and pulling away when I try to kiss him. " Having you like this, defenseless and at
Yolie:I always complained that my daily life was boring and nonspecial, now that I have been locked up in this place for a week I still think the same. My shoes and glasses showed up, luckily. Apparently some Patrick person had them in his possession. It's not exactly that I hate going barefoot, it's that doing so reminds me of my accident.I've managed to stay away from Mr. Kidnapper because I don’t want to see him. I hate him! This week has helped me to think and realize that something very strange is going on here.To begin with, the first memory I have of HIM (I even refused to think or say his name) is combined with the events of three years ago. Then there are those erotic dreams that I thought were the product of my overheated imagination but no, there HE is, to prove that the object of my fantasies is VERY real.On the other hand there are all those things he told me. His words echo in my head over and over again.*I am nothing more and nothing less than the person to whom y
Yolie: Convincing the girl wasn't as difficult as I thought. She considered about it for a few seconds, made a face like a cat about to eat an overweight canary, and agreed. Maybe she intends to drown me. I went back to my room to prepare what I thought I might need. Patrick didn't just kidnap me,apparently, he also entered my house and grabbed a lot of my things. Too bad he didn't take more pieces of my clothes, just about ten of them. Here in the room assigned to me there is a closet full of dresses, other designer brand clothes and even shoes that unfortunately must have belonged to a woman three sizes thinner and half a meter taller than me. Anyway, I go for an old denim shorts and an old t-shirt, putting on my only and practical pair of shoes and taking advantage of the fact that Cosima is busy dusting the furniture on the second floor I assault the refrigerator. I put in a basket as many things to eat that have caught my attention and leave to meet Eleni. We slipped out of
Alex:To my satisfaction, the little witch is waxed. I promised myself I would enjoy the taste of her passion and now I do so. She tastes sweet and spicy at the same time, she’s so exquisite and intoxicating.I suck her clit with my lips and her legs shake, searching the entrance to her paradise I brush it with my tongue. She screams.I love it, I love hearing those little sounds that reveal how much she is enjoying this.I stare at her for a second. She is totally naked, disheveled, dirty with sand and allowing me to make her come with my hands and my tongue, in broad daylight on the beach strip next to my Villa.Zeus!Our late-night sessions led me to suspect she is quite a libertine between the sheets but I had no idea she could be much more than that.I wonder if I could turn her into a Nympho, a real slut. I could fuck her where I wanted, when I wanted and how I wanted.I squeeze her breasts with my hands and she gasps. Her whole body is tense, her neck outstretched, her head thr
My appetite is immediately gone. I must have looked like a pig swallowing as much as I have in front of him while he watched me.—Aren't you hungry? - I ask in a thin voice, dropping the fork on my half-empty plate.—Not of food. - He responds looking at me with that expression that takes my breath away.— Please don't look at me like that. - I beg, swallowing hard and looking away from him.—Why do you always do that? Why does your mood change so easily? A second ago you were so happy. What have I done that offends you so much?"You wouldn't understand."—Don't look at me like you want to eat me! - I yell getting up from my chair, in a sudden and unexplainable rage.Alex stares at me impassively, swirling the wine in his hand a couple of times untill he drains it in one gulp.— I look at you like I want to eat you. - He repeats amusedly. - You're absolutely right, little witch. I want to devour you and not only in a sexual way.I step back in fear shaking my head.—Are you some kind
Yolie:It's eight pm and I'm sitting on the window landing. I look disinterestedly at the huge full moon that lights up the outside garden. I've bathed because despite the air conditioning, it's hot as hell in here, if not; I wouldn't even try.I recognize the symptoms, I'm half depressed. When I get like this, I always snuggle under a sheet with my favorite pillow, eat a chocolate bar and cry until I feel better. I make a face. My pillow is too far away and I don't want to have contact with the servants, therefore I can't ask for chocolate; lest that idiot takes offense and fire them too. I can only cry.But I don't even feel like it, besides, why would I cry for? Because I want to leave here. Why am I scared? Because being in contact with Alex makes my inferiority complex stab me over and over again? I sigh unhappily.I'm not hungry. I'm not sleepy either, but sleeping is preferable to turning whatever they bring on the tray and leaving everything there without having tried a thing.
Patrick: I am pleased with the solution I found to the issue. My Lord would be proud of me. We are in the dining room of the mansion, my human picks a salad and I make faces at the golden goblet. I dare not use the same as my lord, nor his throne. I'm not that pretentious. Besides, tonight I don't want to toast victory with blood drawn from a bag. — I didn’t understand a thing,my Lord.- My human whispers. - is marriage a sentence worse than death and more fearsome than facing years in prison? At least for your kind? I smile. —That's right,tigress. You see...our species is...complicated. When it comes to uniting, we prefer to do it with mature converts, I mean those who have been converted for more than twenty years. The privilege of immortality is granted to humans as payment for services rendered, we need human servants for certain and determined things, or for love. — I still don't understand. — Let me finish, okay? In the specific case of Cleo... I have sentenced her to murder
Cleo:It's three in the morning. I bribed the cell guard and snuck into it with my boys. Live Ra, I will not go to suffer hardships on the damn Cockatoo Island without enjoying the attention of my favorites for one last time.I thought they would devour me when they saw me, I expected to have a night of hard and unrestricted sex . But my babes have pleasantly surprised me by melting me with kisses and transporting me with the softest caresses. We have made love, rather they have made love to me and I suspect I have been happy for the last time in the eternity that opens before me. I'm lying on the floor, resting my head on João's muscular abdomen, Sebastién and Luca are catching their breath on each side of my body. They don't know, I didn't know it myself, but this forced separation has made me realize how much they mean to me. I love them. It's that easy. Each silently took hold of a piece of my cold, hard heart.Our previous Mégas knew exactly what he was doing when he punished me
Kira:After making love to me very slowly and sinking his fangs into my jugular, Patrick forbade me to wash my private parts. Apparently I must be present at the trial smelling of him in every possible way. Just thinking about it makes me blush. Beneath the white dress I am wearing black underwear that is practically visible through the fabric.We are in a fairly large room, Patrick sits on a golden throne and I am sitting on a cushion at his feet. He caresses my hair absentmindedly every two minutes. This situation is really bizarre. I look like his pet, I laugh to myself. Yes... I look like his kitten.Cleo is standing in front of us. She dresses impeccably, she is in black once again, this time she is wearing a very long dress, with a train that trails behind her, a high hairstyle and wear a small veil. It seems that she is in mourning.A group of a hundred or more male and female vampires has gathered around us. All observing the process solemnly.The three accused are kneeling to
Kira:We have come to my house. In less than an hour my luggage was packed. It's late. I have prepared a pre-cooked meal and gobbled it down as if I hadn't tasted food in a month.I try to seduce my boyfriend so we can grope or something, but he refuses, saying that I'm still in shock and that under no circumstances is he going to lay a hand on me. Arrrggg!I was right. The girls don't openly hate me, but some think I'm jumping the gun, according to Jess I'm leaving my home, family, jobs and friends behind for a man.Mila is radiant. She told us that she spent the night having the most wonderful sex of her life and that this morning she filed for divorce against her husband. Sometime during the early morning she packed up all her things and went to live with her neighbor. I'm happy for her.000We're on the jet, Patrick sits next to me, rubbing my knuckles. Last night I slept in his arms and I must say that it was a bit uncomfortable. I'll have to get used to it. A doubt assails me.—
Kira:Work today in the salon has been slow. Three clients so far this morning. I don't have to go to the orphanage because they organized a trip to the Acropolis in Athens and other excursions for this week, so the children won't be back until next week. The girls are happy that things are finally settled between me and Patrick.We have been together for two months now and although it is practically a long-distance relationship, I must say that things are going quite well. Patrick has told me a lot about his world and the duties he fulfills as king of the vampires.I nevertheless can’t still completely believe it all. Vampires and witches, loose in our world! What's next? Aliens?I would love to lie and say that we spend all of our time in bed together, but we don't. My... Should I call him boyfriend, huh?...well, my boyfriend takes me out for walks, to restaurants, to clubs, to ice skating and shopping. I love to go shopping.Two weeks ago he set fire to my red dress and those heels
Yolie:When I woke up in my bed, in my room, in my little house here in Havana, at first I thought that it had all been a dream.I got up, hysterical, from the bed, it was almost six am. I ran to the bathroom mirror and knew it hadn’t all been my imagination. I hadn't dreamed all of that. My hair was shorter and still straight thanks to the treatment Kira applied to it. I had brought from Greece what I was wearing, the contact lenses, the red dress with which I performed Alex's "liberation ritual" and the strange Áspid platform shoes.Also on my neck hung the necklace with the star stone. I took it in the palm of my hand and looked at it in surprise. The ruby had turned completely black, it also had a visible crack inside.That seemed like a bad omen. Black... like my destiny, broken... like my poor heart.000—It’s time to begin.- I muttered filling up with courage and extending my hand to Patrick,he quickly handed me the knife.—What is required?- Alex asked.I made a face.—I was h
Kira: Aphrodite in a thong! Patrick Amíntoros is back, he wants to fuck me and he won't take no for an answer. Besides, I'm so horny it wouldn’t even occur to me saying no. Oh He has me entirely and completely naked on my bed, except for the blue heels. —They make your legs look so sexy.- he murmurs, kissing my toes over the straps and buckles of my shoes. He caresses my ankles, moving his warm palms up my legs. —Do you have a fetish for women's shoes?- I ask breathlessly. —No. I have a fetish with you. Theos! He kisses my mount of venus, parting my legs with his hands, I’m completely spread-eagled and my legs tremble from how tense my muscles are. —You're so wet my mouth is watering.- he comments, looking at my entrance with a hungry expression. I feel like being a little daring. —Do you want to drink?- I ask seductively, moving to offering myself to his mouth. —Mhhh, maybe later.- he purrs.- For now I'll do my best to make you moan. He says, climbing on top of me, comp
Kira: My phone rings instantly. Its him! My hands shake but I pick up. —How do you know?-He shoots right away. Wow, not even a "Hello Kira" or a "How are you Kira?" He went straight to the point. —I found her on social networks, she posted a photo two weeks ago of the waves breaking against the boardwalk of her city, in addition the profile had her photo and her personal information. — Are you sure it was her who posted that photo? —Yes. When I did her hair treatment we talked for a while and she told me that that was one of her hobbies, to go watch the waves at that place. —Okay.-he hangs up. I groan, frowning at the screen of my cell phone. There was no "Thank you Kira" nor "I miss you, Kira." Theos! What an infuriating man! Patrick: —Your informant is correct, my Lord. The girl is here in Havana and in one piece. Her co-workers believe that she spent two months working in a private clinic in Greece thanks to a contract. However, her neighbors say that she was kidnapped s
Patrick:A month has passed since my Lord’s disappearance. That early morning my cell phone did not stop ringing. One by one all the members of the council called me. Despite being in different time zones and countries, they were all prey to great anguish and a feeling of imminent death at the same time.My lord had previously warned them of his intentions to carry out the ritual as soon as possible, nonetheless, none of them could shake the terrible episode of anxiety that took hold of all of us just at the moment our Mégas ... disappeared.—Our Megas is dead. - they whispered.—Our Megas has died.- they lamented.The others have lost the man who saved them, the man who guided them, the man who gave them a second chance... I have lost half of my own soul. The purpose of my existence was to serve him, now that he is gone... I don't know what will become of me.Kira:Villa Philipides has been closed for a month. All of Kyrios Alex's properties on Spiros have been abandoned. The gossips