I am nearing the end of the third edit of HW2 and I thought I’d share a little bit of it with you.
This chapter of the book has the Four Claw Pack plotting to overthrow Prince Skeena, the vampire ruler of Glasgow. Skeena is a bitch. I’ve mentioned that in the blog before, I think. *laughs*
This bit here demonstrates that quite well.
It also, perhaps, suggests that I’m a little bit twisted. A little.
Mostly though, Skeena’s a sadistic bitch.
I am off to explore some things I’m excited about.
Skeena realized something was up when her food began to disappear. They stopped kowtowing and started standing straighter just before they started refusing to come when summoned. She called Sarah to her rooms.
“Yes, my Prince?” Sarah was a consummate actress. She knew what was coming but she worked damn hard to make sure it never showed in her eyes or attitude.
“Why are the dogs and cats suddenly refusing to feed me?”
Fuck! thought Sarah. Idiots! Outwardly she shrugged. “I have no idea, my Prince. Perhaps the ones you have summoned do not have the blood to give and need fed and some rest?” As soon as the question was out of her mouth she wanted to snatch it out of the air. It was openly critical, not something the other took too well.
Skeena was on her in a flash. She slammed Sarah against the wall, one hand on her throat, crushing her windpipe. Snarling and ever paranoid, Skeena searched Sarah’s eyes. “You have always been loyal to me, Sarah MacLean. Do not make any mistakes now.”
Sarah was unable to keep the hatred out of her eyes and what was left of her voice. “Your end is coming, you controlling cow. Did you really think you could act this way forever?” Her words were hoarse and nearly silent but she knew the Prince heard her well.
“Only one person has the ability to pull off a coup with any remote chance of success, my friend,” Skeena sneered the last word, “and that is you.” Skeena released Sarah’s throat and Sarah dropped to her knees, coughing.
Sarah struggled to get her breathing back in working order. In the next moment she yelped in pain as Skeena’s foot connected with her spleen then her ribs. Still, her ire was enough to make her grind out one last sentence. “You’ll be ash before the night is out. I pray I get the chance to do it myself.”
Skeena’s foot connected with Sarah’s jaw and as Sarah lay there, fighting the blackness threatening to take over her mind Skeena yelled for her guards. Two entered the room, one loyal to the bone to the Prince and the other loyal to Sarah. They both showed surprise at seeing Sarah on the floor, spitting out blood. “Take this cunt down to my dungeon! I’ll be done as soon as I change my clothes.” Skeena paused. “Wait! Parade the traitor through the house first. Let her be a warning”.
The guard loyal to Sarah reached her first and, with an internal wince, wrapped his fingers in her hair to pull her upright. As Sarah’s hands flew up to grab his wrist he adjusted his grip so it only looked like he was pulling her solely by her hair. Sarah’s grip on his wrist made her able to help him maintain the illusion. Guard two, satisfied the first had things properly in hand, merely opened the door. Neither of them said anything to the Prince, conditioned long ago never to speak in her presence. She had said that didn’t want to hear voices of the peons in her home.
The two dragged Sarah through a series of corridors, past Wolves, a couple of Tigers and one Lion, they all looked on with wide eyes. More gathered to stare in shock as the guards took Sarah on a return trip. One of the Tigers then discretely withdrew to find a phone. She called Glynnis and relayed what she saw.
Finally, the guards came back to Skeena’s room. Guard two moved a large trunk and pulled back a rug. Hidden below the furnishings was a large trap door. Guard Two opened it and Guard One, Jake, dragged Sarah down by her hair.
In the dungeon, Sarah was strung up. She was manacled wrist and ankle by Jake then Guard Two turned a crank set into the stone wall and Sarah’s arms were lifted above her head and stretched just to the point of pain, until she was standing on the tips of her toes. Her clothes were cut from her by Jake, who did his best to convey that someone would save her without letting the other guard see it. Sarah took a breath and sighed softly as she let her head droop. Her hair fell forward to curtain her face and she mouthed, “It’s okay” at Jake.
He turned to Guard Two. “She’s set, go let the Prince know.”
“She doesn’t want to hear from us. She said she’d be down in a moment, we’ll leave it at that.” He sneered at Jake like he knew that Jake’s loyalties were not quite where they should be. Just then the door opened and both their mouths snapped shut.
Skeena was wearing a blood red gi and carrying a wooden case about thirty-two inches long by six wide. She looked around the room. There were a couple of small tables, one beside what looked like a dentist’s chair and one beside a four foot high stone altar. “Move a table to sit in front of her.”
As Guard Two did her bidding Skeena shifted the case to under one arm and moved to a glass fronted cabinet with interior recessed lights. Inside was a shelf of knives. Curved ones, long ones, short ones, wide ones, narrow filleting ones. There were double-edged and single-edged; ones for hunting, gutting, skinning and survival. Skeena picked up one that sat alone under its own spotlight.
The Prince brought the knife and case over to the table and set them both down. She opened the case, pulled out a cat-o’-nine whip and showed it to Skeena with a grin. “It’s been a long time since I used this.” She lifted the tails to Sarah’s line of vision. Sarah was staring at the wall across from her but Skeena managed to make her focus for a brief moment on the whip. Skeena cackled when Sarah shuddered. The flogger was thirty inches long, six inches of that were simply the handle; the other twenty-four inches was comprised of the thin leather falls, also known as tails.
Each of the nine tails had pieces of razor sharp bone tied into it in random places, two to four pieces per tail. The thing was designed not only to have a hell of an impact but to shred flesh. And the Prince was planning on using it on Sarah.
“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” Skeena waited for an answer. When none was forthcoming, she slapped Sarah across the facing, leaving a bright red imprint of her hand. “It’s lovely. Isn’t it.”
“Quite. You really should feel it for yourself before you use it on anyone else.” Sarah’s voice was hard.
Skeena was amused. “But first, we’re going to indulge ourselves in a little blade play. Playing with knives is so much fun, don’t you think?”
Sarah shrugged as best she could with her arms stretched over her head. She liked to play a little rough in the bedroom – she liked her ass slapped when being fucked from behind or her nipples pinched hard. Sometimes she liked having her mouth used without her having any control over it. She liked teeth. A lot. But she did not hold with the level of Sadomasochism Skeena did. Especially since a lot of the masochists Skeena played with were involuntary. Skeena was starting to scare her but she was determined not to let it show.
Skeena laid the flogger down and picked up the knife. It had a four inch handle with a double-sided grip. The blade was nine inches long. One side was a smooth, sharp edge. It was straight until an inch or so to the tip where it swooped up. The opposite side had a small scoop in it then a serrated edge started. The blade was custom and Skeena had had the edge cut like a saw blade. A saw’s cutting edge is set so that the teeth are set just off centre, alternating left and right. She kept both edges sharp enough to slice a piece of paper, were one dropped onto it.
Sarah knew that blade. She had seen what it could do and for the first time, fear crept into her eyes.
“Oh good,” Skeena drawled as she looked at Sarah. “You remember this knife. We’re going to play with it.” She set the smooth edge against Sarah’s ribs, just under her arm and applied a small bit of pressure until the knife popped through the first layer of skin. She pressed a little harder and drew the knife around to under Sarah’s breast in a wide arc. Then, before Sarah could begin to feel the delayed pain such a sharp knife creates, Skeena flipped the knife around and dug the serrated edge into the new cut.
Skeena sawed at the cut, tearing the edges of the flesh and digging until she hit bone. She followed the new cut all the way around.
Sarah ground her teeth together and clenched her fists. It took all her willpower not to scream out.
Skeena saw that as a challenge.
P.S Apparently there’s a reason I do at least three edits. I found the word ‘watching’ where it should have said ‘wanting’!