When Love Met Destruction

I woke up in what seemed to be a basement. My immediate reaction was to sit up but I was restrained since my hands were cuffed to the metals bars attached to the bed I was in. I panicked and pulled desperately on the handcuffs but it was no use. I was trapped, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I fell back onto the bed and examined the room. The concrete walls matched the floor, creating a sort of imprisonment feel. The moon shone in through a small window behind me, allowing me to just make out my whereabouts. Suddenly, fear coursed through my body when the door adjacent to me began to unlock. I most definitely was not looking forward to coming face to face with whoever was behind it.

The door opened to reveal Chris. His gaze fell on me and my open eyes, causing him to smirk. "Oh, you're awake." He flipped a switch by the door that turned on a ceiling light located above the bed. I squinted at the sudden brightness. Chris stepped in the room, edging towards me, smirking again when I cowered away the best I could.

Turning back to the door he ordered, "Bring them in."

My head shot towards the doorway and my jaw dropped when Andy stumbled in, ushered by Ricky. There was duct tape over his mouth and rope around his wrists, keeping them secured behind his back. He looked pretty battered - a gash above his left brow that seemed fresh, a seemingly painful bruise on his jaw, and a smaller gash by his right eye.

I whispered shakily, "Andy?", and glared Ricky when he pushed Andy further into the room before sitting him in a seat beside my bed that I failed to notice before. There was a chair beside Andy but I paid no attention to it and instead watched as Ricky put his hands behind the chair and used heavy chains to to hold him down.

"There," Ricky said once Andy was strapped to the chair. "Bring Ashley in." Not even a minute after Ricky sounded his order, Ashley, who was equally as beaten as Andy, was pushed into the room. He was in the same condition as Andy with his hands tied behind his back and duct tape over his mouth. A guy with snake bites and plugs sat Ashley down in the chair beside Andy, and picked up some chains to secure him to the chair with. The mystery guy nodded to Ricky and Chris before exiting the room, closing the door behind him. Ricky ripped the duct tape off Ashley and Andy's mouths as Chris walked towards me.

He gripped my jaw, pulling my head up to look at him. "Wh..W-why are they h-here?" Chris' eyes flickered to Ricky momentarily before they moved back down to me.

Ricky approached the bed, smiling wickedly, and said, "I want them to see... " He turned his head to the side, still grinning maniacally.

I gulped. "S-see what?"

Ricky's grimy fingers danced up my leg and to my thigh, inching towards the last place I would ever want him to touch me. I shut my legs tightly and frantically pulled on the handcuffs in hopes they would come loose. Andy growled viciously causing Ricky to pause his hand and glance over to the source of the noise.

"What Andy?" He laughed. "Jealous because I'm going to fuck your girlfriend before you can?" I whimpered loudly and pulled harder on the restraints, ignoring the pain of the metal digging into my flesh.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" He seethed, wiggling aggressively in his seat to try and break through the shackles holding him down. Ashley was attempting too but gave up quicker than Andy did.

In a flash Ricky yanked my shorts and underwear down. I yelped, shutting my legs even tighter as my eyes filled up with tears. He proceeded to rip my shirt off my body and licked his lips as his eyes looked over my body.

"God," He moaned, "Just this sight alone is making me hard." Chris chuckled from his spot up against the wall. Ricky pulled a condom out of his pocket and tossed it on my stomach before he undid his belt and slipped out of his jeans. He pulled his shirt off with ease and carelessly dropped into to the ground.

My breathing became jagged when he inched closer to the bed. I kicked Ricky in the stomach when he climbed onto the bed but immediately regretted that decision when he slapped me across the face roughly. I whimpered in pain as tears poured down my face, mixing with the burning red mark on my cheek making it sting even more.

He grabbed my face, ignoring Andy's threats, and yelled, "You do that again and I'll fucking kill you. Got it?" I nodded in response. "Now," He said, "Without further ado, let's get started." Ricky yanked his boxers down and ripped the condom open before placing it on his length.

When he grabbed the hem of my underwear I sobbed, "Please don't, I'm begging you. Please!" Ricky disregarded my pleas and pulled my underwear down, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. He lined himself up with my entrance, grinning evilly.

"Wait!" Andy yelled. "Just kill me instead.. I know you're doing this because you hate me, just don't take it out on Scarlett. Take it out on me."

Ricky rubbed his chin as if he was pondering the idea but shook his head. "Nah, killing you would be too easy. Now this," He laughed, "this will really kill you." Without another word, Ricky snapped his hips forward, smirking when I let out a pained scream.

I felt as if my insides were being torn apart as he unmercifully pounded into me. He steadied himself by gripping my hips harshly, and I was sure I'd be covered in bruises when this was all over. Ricky moaned into my ear before sucking and licking the skin of my neck. I screamed and instinctively gripped his arms when he sunk his fangs into my neck.

I wanted to yell that it hurt but the more blood he drank from me, the weaker I got. My fingers slowly clawed at his arms as my vision blurred. I began to believe that I was going to die. Ricky's back arched in ecstasy as he climaxed, jutting his hips forward a few more times before pulling out completely. He was caught up what I remembered to be blood lust. My breathing slowed as he thrust back into me, my arms falling to my side.

I heard Andy faintly yell, "Stop it Ricky! You're going to kill her!" And that's when it really hit me.

Footsteps approached the bed and an arm I recognized through blurry vision to be Chris', wrapped around Ricky's waist. With all the strength he could muster, considering it's near impossible to get a vampire off their victim when they're experiencing blood lust, Chris pulled Ricky off me. My eyes felt extremely heavy as I fought off giving in and letting them close, although I badly wanted to. I wasn't ready to die, and I was going to do my hardest to wrestle death.

"Let me go!" Ricky growled, trying to pull Chris' arms off him to get back to me. He yelled, his eyes going red, "I'm not finished with her!"

"Ricky, if you take any more blood from her, she's going to die! We didn't bring her here to kill her!" Chris reasoned. Ricky's ragged breathing sounded throughout the room as he tried to calm himself down.

Eventually, I could no longer fight the urge to close my eyes and allowed them to flutter shut. Before going unconscious I heard Andy yell,

"Scarlett, don't you die on me!"

Notes

I realize I changed the meaning of blood lust but I had to so it would fit the story better!
and sorry for the super late update, really :(
won't happen again! promise xo

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