My Favourite Nightmare

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I never really woke up from the nightmare. I passed from sleep -(was it really sleep?)- to wakefulness, but still nothing made sense.

I will try to explain everything from the beginning, in the order in which it happened.

The last “normal” memory I have is that I was walking towards my car at the end of my work shift. My work: dancing and rubbing myself against a pole in a club in East London. A grotesque job that I would have quite gladly defined a “nightmare”, before actually experiencing a more horrifying one.

I had clocked off work at around four am, like I do five days a week. That night I had dealt with creepy Canary Wharf businessmen, old perverts that stared at me transfixed and with Bobby pressurizing me to meet some of his better clients privately. Bobby was the manager of the Dreamland and when he wasn’t trying to sell you off he wasn’t actually that bad. He paid regularly, which says a lot. If you had a fever he would send someone out to get you aspirin.

Anyway, I was outside the club. The air was cold and misty. In the Dreamland parking lot there was a group of clients climbing into their station wagon. Most of them were drunk.

I pulled my red coat tighter around my waist and I hurried towards my car, which was parked quite a way from the entrance of the club. Bobby said he didn’t want my banged up Micra in sight because it would give a negative image to the club. Therefore, I usually had to leave it in the supermarket parking lot next door to the club.

Whilst I was walking in that direction I heard two voices behind me, one male and the other female. Now I remember it perfectly, but at the time I hadn’t taken much notice of them.

The female voice said: ‘This one?’

And the male voice answered: ‘Yes this one is fine. I’ll get the car.’

After that it all happened so quickly.

No, it all happened in a flash.

Not so quickly but too quickly. A figure had walked up to me on my right side and had pushed something soft up against my mouth. So quickly that I felt that it was me who was moving in slow motion. I tried to breathe. The odour…I don’t remember the smell but there was a very distinct smell.

Then darkness.

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When I woke up the nightmare was not over, as I said. In fact, it only continued. I had already dreamt about pale figures that were bending over me and that were touching me with their hard hands. Not sweaty hands like those of the Dreamland clients, but cold and silky hands.

I don’t have any exact memories, just flashbacks.

There were white faces with scintillating eyes. They were scrutinising me. They were probing me. They were undressing me.

When I awoke the first things I saw were iron bars. The first thing, as though my brain knew that this was the most important detail right now.

I realised I was in an iron cage, like one of those used for tigers. I was lying down n***d on the base of the cage. It was metallic and riddled with holes. I was cold, but not too cold. Cold enough to have goose bumps but not enough to shiver.

The cage was about two metres long, one metre wide and one metre tall. As I said, a cage for tigers.

I was completely n***d. No clothes, obviously, but no jewellery either. I no longer had my grandmother’s crucifix around my neck. Nothing.

Just me, n***d and cold, completely exposed to whoever was in the room.

I’m trying to describe this in the order in which it hit me, that’s why I haven’t mentioned the rest of the room yet. It looked like the living room of a luxury residence, even though it was cold and dimly lit.

The wallpaper was silvery-grey with a very elegant and intricate design. It was a big room, at least eight metres by eight. On one side there must have been two big windows, but in that moment they were completely obscured by heavy velvet curtains.

The light came from several small lamps that had something funereal about them. The lamps were placed upon elegant furniture, varnished black with dark red lining. It looked like the film set of a vampire movie, but with a modern touch from a fashion magazine.

The paintings on the wall were abstract, with grey and black tones.

Two people were sat on a sofa, they seemed to blend in perfectly with their surroundings. One was a beautiful woman, a little older than me, with golden-red hair and a waist-hugging black dress. She was so elegant she looked like a model as she sat languidly on her side, whispering to the man next to her.

He must have been just over 30 years old. He had short hair but it was so light, almost white. He wore a pinstriped suit, as elegant as her dress. Both were slim, with perfect pale skin and with bright and gleaming eyes.

They were conversing, as I said, and they were about 3 metres away from me, but I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, because they were talking so quietly. I remember wondering how they could hear each other.

I watched them, stunned, for a few minutes before I was able to move. Why was I locked in a cage, n***d, in that living?

At first I tried to hypothesise as to why I was there, none of my options were reassuring. First things first, I had been kidnapped. I was n***d in a cage. The dark furniture…the horror film atmosphere… maybe they wanted to kill me as a sacrifice to the devil. Or maybe they were another perverted and they wanted to r**e and kill me, without bringing the devil into the picture at all.

Perhaps they were mentally ill and who knew what they wanted to do to me. Slow t*****e maybe?

I was about to call out to them and ask them what was to be my destiny when suddenly the large door on the side of the living room opened and in came a second man.

He was similar to the others in a way. Perfect white skin, bright eyes, and impeccable elegance. He wore a dark blue suit, a white shirt, black-laced shoes (from where I was I could see him perfectly). He was tall, slim, with very dark classic hair. Perfect bone structure, no wrinkles even though he didn’t seem young. Perhaps just less than 40.

‘Hey!’ I called out, weakly.

I haven’t mentioned this but I was literally paralyzed with fear.

The man who had just walked in turned towards me and asked aloud to no one in particular ‘Why is she talking?’

‘Vlan has yet to cut her vocal cords,’ answered the woman with an impassive expression.

At this point, I started shaking violently, but not from the cold. I felt my eyes fill with tears, which soon started to drip down onto the metallic base of the cage. I think it was my miraculous survival instinct to do all this in silence.

I simply did not emit any sound.

‘Use a ball,’ said the dark haired man, in a calm commanding tone to the other light haired man. The other nodded and went to one of the cupboards and opened one of the doors.

Now, you learn things working in a place like Dreamland, when the blonde man turned around with a ball gag in his hand, I knew exactly what it was. It is a gag used in b**m practices: it is composed of a ball (more or less half the size of a tennis ball) and a strap to tie it behind one’s head.

The blonde man, Vlan, approached my cage with the ball gag in his hand and he crouched down on the side of the cage where my head was. He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the cage.

‘Shh,’ he said, as though he were trying to calm an animal, ‘Come here. Don’t be distressed. Come.’

I didn’t move an inch, but that didn’t matter. Whilst he spoke he had taken my arm and pulled me out with force (I would never have considered him capable of such strength).

I fell on the carpet, realising that the cage hung a good twenty centimetres above the floor. Immediately after that, I found myself on my feet, I have no idea how. I had the impression I was being lifted by human arms but I saw nothing. The other two were on their feet looking at me, expressionless.

‘Open you mouth,’ said Vlan. I saw a shimmer of cold in his eyes, which frightened me even more. I opened my mouth, shaking.

A moment later I had the gag in my mouth and the blonde man was tying it behind my head.

My jaw was open and the ball riddled with holes was rammed between my teeth. I could no longer talk, but only make inarticulate sounds, which I didn’t dare to do. Instead I stood there in the middle of that film set room, under the cold glares of those two figures and the third man behind me.

‘You can go, Vlan,’ said the “leader”. It was evident that he was.

The blonde man did a small bow and left the room, closing the door behind him.

‘You will need to nourish yourself, Myra,’ said the dark haired man.

The woman smiled nervously ‘Must I?’

The man looked at her devoid of any expression and said ‘I suggest you do.’

She nodded seriously and looked at me.

I took half a step backwards.

I don’t know how I understood before it even happened. Maybe when you watch a million horror films you expect this sort of thing to happen.

The woman approached me and she brushed against the inner side of my breast with her cold hard hand. No, not cold, but not warm either, room temperature.

Her other hand rested on my waist, while she weighed my breast with the other. I was completely paralyzed with terror. My n*****s had curved inwards and I felt stiff like a plank of wood. The woman bent down and her perfect red lips encircled the areola on my n****e. She sucked it, forcing it outward again, and then I felt her tongue, rough, l*****g me. A moment later, I felt something completely different: a double piercing pain on either side of my breast.

I knew what was happening.

She had bitten me with her sharp teeth.

She was drinking my blood.

My knees caved in. When I hit the floor I was already unconscious.

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I reawakened once more in the cage and once again in the nightmare. My jaw was blocked by the ball gag. My left breast, where the woman had bitten me, stung with pain. I could see two little red scabs and the halo of a bruise forming. I huddled myself into foetal position, too scared and weak to think lucidly. I looked up. For some reason I thought I was alone, but that was not the case. The two figures in the room with me were so quiet that hearing them was impossible, unless they spoke.

The dark-haired man was semi-seated with his arms on the edge of the backrest. The woman, Myra, was kneeling in front of him.

She no longer wore her elegant black dress. She was left wearing a satin bodice and hold-up stockings.

I could see her back. Her head was lifting and lowering at the height of the man’s groin, who, from what I could see, was completely clothed. Even though his expression was neutral it was clear he was receiving fellatio.

‘Myra, keep those canines locked up,’ he said at one point, almost annoyed.

‘Sorry, Adrian,’ she mumbled before starting again.

He abandoned his head against the backrest, closing his eyes. He looked fast asleep. The woman continued what she was doing for what seemed like forever. Evidently even horror film monsters aren’t perfect. In the end he half-opened his mouth and let out a heavy sigh.

In that moment I saw his canines very clearly, long and white. A moment later the canines disappeared and his mouth became completely normal again.

If I didn’t have the ball gag in my mouth I think I would have screamed. I limited myself to just jumping back, against the bars of the cage. While the woman was doing up his trousers, his eyes fell on me, he scrutinised me closely.

She stood up and stayed there in front of him.

‘The new slave is watching us,’ said Adrian, with a slight smile.

The woman turned towards me, her face strained with anger, or maybe fear, I couldn’t quite understand. Her fangs were completely exposed and she was hissing like a cat.

‘I’ll tear her-’ she began, stepping towards the cage. She was not allowed to finish her sentence. The man had grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her briskly backwards, lifting her in the air.

The next thing I saw was that she was being hoisted up as though she weighed a few grams. The man was holding her under her buttocks and she was balancing elegantly in the air. A normal person would never have managed this.

‘I didn’t say she bothered me,’ he clarified, bringing her closer to his face.

It was very strange to see.

She was basically sat in his hands, his fingers digging into her buttocks. Her feet were beyond his shoulders and her hands were above her knees.

She had her legs wide open and he brought them close to his face, sinking his mouth between her thighs.

Earlier he had not made a sound, but now Myra began enjoying this noisily. She arched her back, her n*****s were erect just showing through the satin bodice, whilst he…. licked? It wasn’t clear what he was doing. From the noise she was making it seemed he was beating her like a carpet, but he was practically still.

She gasped and moaned with her mouth open and her canines completely exposed.

The man, Adrian, moved his head away for a moment and also uncovered his fangs. What happened next… well. I had never heard anyone enjoy something in that way.

If it wasn’t for the fact that I was completely terrorized I think I would have been embarrassed for Myra. It was half way between an o****m from a p*********y film and a horror film dismemberment scene.

She gasped, moaned, shouted, thrashed her hips about, howled…all of this without once touching Adrian with her hands, as though it were prohibited.

When she finished, he literally threw her off. Her body flew in the air and I thought she would be crushed against a wall. Instead she fell to the ground and she rolled elegantly, getting up, all in one smooth gesture. Adrian wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but it was too quick for me to se what he was cleaning away.

While she walked back to him I saw a rivulet of blood trickling down her thigh. She placed her leg up on the sofa in a way that was easy for him to lick away the blood easily.

‘Can I help you in any other way?’ she asked.

‘Yes, by leaving,’ he answered.

She bowed and left the room, without even thinking about picking up her clothes.

His eyes locked onto mine.

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For a few seconds I think I looked at him like a deer in headlights about to be run over. Terrorized, but also fascinated.

He got up and came towards the cage, and here it was definitely fear that prevailed. I tried to huddle away from him and towards the back of the cage, as far way from him as possible. Him, this being called Adrian, he squatted elegantly on his heels, looking at me with his elbows resting on his knees.

‘Sarah,’ he said. Which is my name, by the way.

Obviously I didn’t answer, given the fact I had a ribbed ball in my mouth.

His green eyes looked at me with much attention.

‘Yes, you are right. At times Myra is embarrassing,’ he continued with half a smile. ‘You know, I think she may have heard it too. In your position I would be very careful about what I think.’

I blinked. Oh great! These f*****g vampires were also telepathic?

‘Not telepathic, but your thoughts come to us like a sort of… how do I put it… like a Gregorian chant. Not everyone knows how to read them but Vlan and Myra are quite good at it. They can’t avoid it. That’s why Vlan has the awful habit of cutting the vocal cords of his slaves.’

I shivered. He spoke calmly, as though he was telling me that many people get their cat neutered.

‘I don’t think humans eat them, their cats I mean. Nor do they f**k them,’ he answered thoughtfully. ‘There are exceptions, of course.’

And now… okay… it was like being officially in a horror film. This man spoke about eating me and f*****g me, with the face of someone who was talking about gardening.

‘Personally I don’t agree with this practice. That of making you mute, I mean. If you come closer I’ll take off the gag.’

I looked at him for an instant. I had nothing to lose.

I crawled over to him and bent my neck so he could loosen the tie on the gag. He loosened it and took the ball slowly out of my mouth. My jaw stung so I closed my mouth again. The most ridiculous thing is that none of them thought that I could take off the gag by myself since my hands were not tied up.

‘Just as I imagined, you are a judicious slave,’ he commented, placing the ball gag in the cage. ‘You didn’t remove the gag by yourself and you didn’t ask me immediately to release you. I wouldn’t do it. Furthermore, you are not mine. I am only a guest in this house.’

Really? I thought, he seemed like their boss.

He smiled. ‘I am the oldest and the strongest. We have some…business in common. Sarah, now, if you wish, you may talk.’

I licked my lips. I had a million questions, the most pressing being what they thought they would do with me, but for some reason I asked ‘How old are you?’

Deep down I think I knew what they wanted to do to me: use me as a snack machine, as s*x object and who knows what else. I didn’t need to confirm it immediately. Or rather, I didn’t have the courage. Instead, I wanted to understand who was in front of me.

Again he smiled slightly ‘Who knows? About eight hundred and fifty. It’s easy to loose count after a while.’

I swallowed, trying to assimilate this information. I didn’t think for a moment that he was lying.

His eyes fell from my face to my body, serious and inscrutable. His gaze fell upon my left breast, where Myra had bitten me. It was still swollen and painful not to mention the blood loss, which probably wasn’t much. I had fainted more out of fear than anything else.

For the first time he laughed. A musical laugh yet at the same time, extremely frightening. ‘If you suffer from Hemophobia you’re f****d. Come closer.’

I did. Always thinking that things couldn’t get any worse than they already were: I was locked in a cage, held prisoner by monsters that wanted to eat me.

‘Yes, they’ll eat you. Not all in one go, though. I’m not sure what habits those two have. They might let you die of hunger.’ Whilst he spoke, I saw that he was slowly exposing his teeth. Maybe the idea that they might let me starve to death, had this effect on him.

He looked at me, amused, and he bit the tip of his finger. He let a drop of blood flow out, but the prick was small and closed immediately.

He put out his arm and he brushed one and then the other of the pricks that Myra had left me with her fangs. The two scabs slowly came off. Underneath the skin was smooth as though I had never been bitten. The bruise was still there, but it hurt less than before.

‘Thank you,’ I said, even though there wasn’t much to thank.

‘Pleasure. I listened to your thoughts flow, earlier. You are an intelligent little creature. Now I’ll go to sleep. The sun is already high up in the sky.’

He got up with an elegant movement and without deeming me worthy of another look. He left me there.