Even with my dry tongue, and a throat that I felt like scratching till nothing was left of it, and body that was itching like a bit by a thousand ants, I could still control the urge to become an animal and rush towards her.
Her pale skin, and striking features were covered with a thin, torn white gown, the milk white of her skin and gown overwhelmed with dried mud, and even more blood. Her long white legs were fully revealed to her mid thighs. Her thighs, shoulders, face, all had one thing in common—gaping, fleshy holes. She was bleeding from them.
My breath grew shaky. My mind raced with a million different feelings, but the most apparent was… hate.
Someone had brutally tortured her, like me. But, even when I learned of my situation, I didn't feel this much hate.
I can't describe the level of hate I am feeling for the people behind this.
But I want to tear the flesh of anyone who hurted her. Bit by bit, pull out their lungs, kill all their loved ones in front of them, break them. It was the rawest form of primitive hate that one just couldn't describe.
It was odd to feel this for a stranger, but felt natural.
With a few deep breaths, I tried to control my intense emotions. There were more important things than just day dreaming about killing an imaginary enemy.
She was still bleeding! Why wasn't she healing? Don't tell me she's a normal human. No, she should dead by that thing than. But, it was concering nonetheless. My the emotions I was feeling, it did mean I was somehow connected with her.
My body stirred with an emotion at this thought. A thought that would've gotten me labeled a creep back in my old world—an irrational sense that she was something that belonged to me, from her blood to her entire body. Like… She was my possesion.
'No, no, I swear I am not a pervert!'
'Hah, escape first! Then I can talk to her directly.'
My attention went back to the cuffs knotted to chains around my hands and ankles.
'Hmm, these cuffs look scrawny, and rusty. Very old I guess.'
As I focused more on the cuffs at my hand with the [Eye of Sanguine], I could see the different levels of colours in the thick cuff with my microscopic vision that was like zooming in on a point—the three-inch deep surface was completely brown, the second light brown, and the third greyish with hints of brown.
My eyes lit up, My dear master must have used these as a temporary thing to tie me today, not a permanent cuff. Makes sense since he needs to open them quite often to change the 'equipment'.
After thinking for just a second, my lips curved partly in a smirk. I pushed my back back, to feel what was behind, a scratchy, textured feeling overwhelmed my bare back. After confirming it with my arms and legs, I knew what I was stretched—tied on. A wooden cross.
I rubbed my back against it for a few seconds, and there was something smooth, and cold. A wall?
After feeling it for a few more seconds I confirmed. It was a bricked wall!
My lips curled upwards in a mad grin, revealing all my teeth.
I can use the gaps in brick to hold the cuff, and then pull my hand out of it! I winced imagining the pain, For vampireussy! I solidified my will.
Without hessitation I shoved the edge of the cuffs inside the gap between two bricks in an awkward position because of my stretched limbs.
Crackle! Shing!
WIth a deep breath, I pulled with all my might.
…
Nothing happened. I twisted my wrists again and again, and yanked my hands once again.
After a few minutes of pure agony, rubbing my bleeding wrists on rusty metal and dusty walls, for both my hands, the area below my thumb, and knuckles was out, covered in deep red marks, blood and musky sweat.
My jaw tightened enough for it to hurt, final push… I can do it! Resolving my heart, I tightened my grip around nothing. It just felt amazing to use my hands.
Tham!!
My upper body fell over without anything to hold it back. I hit the stone floor face first.
Hah! Gah!
My face contorted in pain, I am out. I am free. Ignoring the pain, I grinned.
I clenched and unclenched my fists a few times, breathing the dusty oxygen on the stone ground. The cold air piercingly brushed against my bleeding wrists, but… It felt strangely good. I pushed myself up in a handstand position with my right hand.
My eyes grew wetter, as I used my other hand to rub my cheek. I did it!
The feeling of victory only lasted a few seconds. My hand supporting my upperbody wobbled and I fell again.
I grinded my teeth at my fingers, and thumb vibrating like a vibrator. Unconciously, I wanted the pain to stop. As soon as possible. I wasn't even intending, but just as my conscience noticed that feeling, my blood hastily flowed down and filled my right hand with life.
It stopped vibrating. I clenched it in a fist again. It looked flawless, like it was just bleeding from every part, with all it's bones broken.
This… All the pain felt worth it. My powers were… soo awesome!
Wasting no time, I smashed the already clenched fist into the cuff on my right leg..
It didn't budge at all. But the fingers who were just getting better screamed with burning pain.
My face turned red, I wanted to do a badass escape!
I sighed, Hmm maybe…
I tried to think of something other than just the same rubbing, and yanking thing again. It would waste too much time. It's dangerous especially when my master could barge in any second.
A shiver ran down my spine imagining the guy who took out two immortal vampires. I need to escape without meeting it!
All of a sudden, I froze, my pupils contracting as my lips curled upwards in a mad grin.
I am so smart!
I twisted my waist sideways using both my hands already touching the stone floor. Than, with a fast punch of my right hand, I struck the wooden cross, at it's center.
I wasn't tied to the wooden cross, it was just used to stretch my limbs. What I was really tied to were the chains attatched to the walls.
But… They were very long!
It directly gave a lot more movement. Cutting them somehow would be nice, but the best option really is opening the lock somehow… I really should've learned some sorta lock picking… I cried, only option was rubbing the chains against the walls, then stomping them away. They were tied a bit higher on my ankle, and my calves were thick, so yanking them out was still not an option.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
My back went cold, my lips parting at the sound of echoing footsteps.
Someone… Two people, were coming!