Maris' lips twitched into a smile as she felt Logan's palms caressing her face.
"I love you, Maris." He pulled her closer to him and devoured her lips like it was his first time of getting romantic with a woman. "I don't want to ever lose you."
"Neither do I," she whispered over his lips and the heated make out session continued.
He rubbed everything, kissed everything and licked her very weak spot–her neck. It was the fastest way to turn Maris on. One soft bite and she would turn into a river.
"Make Love to me." She moaned, enjoying every wave of pleasure that plunged her soul.
Clothes on the floor and in one insane second he was drilling her, earning loud moans from Maris.
A hand around her neck and she choked, tears welling up in her eyes. Logan spanked her and rapidly tapped her cheeks.
She never knew he was a beast in bed, but she was loving every stroke and roughness.
The rapid tapping continued till she screwed her eyes shut. Suddenly, when the tapping had stopped, she flew her eyes open and noticed she wasn't on the grass and there wasn't any water fall ahead of her. She was on the hard floor, surrounded with bars like she was in a dungeon.
It was all a dream, there was no Logan or love making, but in between her legs were soaked. Weird.
She tried to sit up, but winced at the pain that shot up her coccyx. The place was nasty looking and made Maris wrinkle her nose in distaste. She turned her head to the right and caught a blurry sight of a woman, dressed in a torn gown that used to be white. Now it mirrored Maris' dirty cheeks.
Maris screamed and jolted up in an attempt to defend herself, forgetting the pain in her coccyx.
"Who are you?" She asked, finally getting a clear vision. She gasped at how lean the woman had appeared. She unconsciously picked something from the floor in place of a weapon.
Her hair was dirty and her collar bones were protruding. Her eyes had sunk in and her lips were dried.
"Calm down, I'm not here to harm you." The woman's voice was shaky and Maris pitied the malnourished being in front of her. "And that in your hand..." the woman pointed, "Is the bone of one of the prisoners before you."
"What?" Maris threw the bone away and rubbed her palms on her shirt then risked taking her gaze away from the stranger. "Where is this?"
Maris' eyes enlarged when she remembered the sex dungeon Linda had told her about. Was that were she was?
"Azazel's dungeon, honey." The woman answered, stretching her lean hand to Maris for a hand shake, "I'm Lucy."
"Maris." Maris shook her briefly and looked for the source that reflected red light into the cave.
"I've heard a lot about you." Lucy sat on the floor and picked some stones. "Looking for the source of the light?"
Maris nodded and Lucy laughed, saying, "That's hell."
Maris' heart dropped and took a trip to her stomach. She unconsciously placed her hand on her private part and recalled the dream she was having. She was actually having a sweet dream in hell, just as Linda had told her.
Linda...
Her reasoning muttered and she shut her eyes, face palming a thousand times. She should have listened to Logan, but she didn't. She thought Linda was a good woman, her gut had failed her once again.
"Yes, a demon just had sex with you." Lucy nodded, resting her back on the wall.
Maris looked away, embarrassment hugging her as she felt slippery from the nasty dream.
"A demon?" Maris asked after it had resounded in her head.
"Yes and-"
Lucy was cut off by the sound of the large door being pushed open. It was dark and pretty hard to see who was standing by the door way, but Maris hoped it was Logan.
The person trudged in and was soon standing under the light. Maris clenched her jaw at the face reveal and felt bitterness being pumped into her veins.
"Linda." Maris seethed, chest heaving with oxygen of hatred being drawn into her nostrils and filling her entire system. "How could you?"
"Never trust anyone, not even yourself." Linda stared at her fingers like she was bored.
"I trusted you, I thought you were a mother that had a heart!" Maris yelled, tears stinging her eye lids as she held on tight to the prison bars, rendering her knuckles white.
"I am. Dracula had bitten me the night he had his way with me and-"
"The night he had his way with you?" Lucy halted Linda in her tracks and got to her feet with furrowed eye brows. "Had his way–how do you mean?"
"He raped me." Linda replied, a downcast look on her face as she stared at the floor and rubbed her arm.
"What?" Lucy's face was scrunched up like she had just sucked on some lemons. "He's been cheating on me?"
"Who are you?" Chorused Maris and Linda.
"His wife before he was turned into a demon." Lucy explained, fuming at the image of Dracula kissing another woman.
"Dracula wasn't a demon before?" Maris asked, heart beginning to skip beats at her new discoveries.
"He was human just like you and I." She pointed at the three of them and Maris shook her head.
"Linda is a vampire." Stated Maris.
"What's that?" Lucy frowned.
"A new demon." Linda answered and darted her gaze at Maris after silencing Lucy. "He made me his new follower and I had to always dress in a villain's coat whenever I wanted to meet up with him."
Maris tightened her grip on the bar, clenching her dental bone that Lucy feared she was going to break it.
"Breathe," Lucy said, rubbing Maris' back in the most suiting way.
"I needed Jeremy back and you were the price for him. After selling my soul to the devil to be spared, they still requested I brought you to Hades." Linda explained, hands behind her back. "I followed you everywhere. I was always watching you and Logan. I witnessed how other kingdoms wanted you so they could rule the world so I had to tell Dracula."
"You betrayer!" Maris exclaimed, putting her hand through the open space of the bars in an attempt to clutch Linda's neck, but failed.
"I followed you guys into the Oberon kingdom. That's how I knew of the heart seizure. You see this mark?" Linda pointed at her black eye and continued, "Dracula had asked his other mistress to punch me in the eye when I told him I traded you for the dogmen's king."
Linda spoke with no remorse as she stared dead eyes at Maris who wanted to explode.
"I would have brought you here the night you fainted, but that stupid Tristan had you first." Linda stretched her hand and caught a bat that was flying.
"You don't deserve to be alive." Maris growled, eyes turning red.
"So do you for bringing problem to my life and that of my innocent son. Anyways, the plan was to get close to you and lure you to the devil." Linda continued.
"So Dracula has a mistress?" Lucy asked, anger evident on her face as her lips turned upwards.
"Mistresses." Linda corrected and Lucy balled her palms into fists.
"I thought he was doing this to save me... He told me. If he loves me why is he sleeping around?"
"Because that is what men do. Dickson did the same and I'm glad he died of a heart attack on top the girl he was fucking. He must be in hell, riding the flames." Linda scowled and applied pressure on the bat, causing it to screech.
"Have you gotten Jeremy back?" Maris asked.
"Not yet." Linda replied, still pressing the screeching bat.
"Don't you guys get it?" Maris banged her fists on the rods. "The devil isn't to be trusted. He'd just use you and demand for greater things. Use your head, dumbo!"
"Silence!" Linda burst the bat and threw it at Maris.
Maris ducked and it hit Lucy in the face. With that, Linda walked out of the dungeon and slammed the huge door shut.