By the time this day is over with, only one of us will be alive. We both know it ain't gonna be you. You were too fucking stupid to realize you'd already lost the war against
them." He pointed towards the open door now for that special added emphasis.
"You're running around the city, blowing shit up and breaking glass like you're really making a difference. Fucking moron. All you did was piss them off, and now you're going to pay. They'll probably drain you a little then pass you over to the dragons, let 'em fuck your holes, fill ya ass with cum.After that, when you're all used up and messy, they'll throw you to the wolves for the finale. And, oh boy, I wouldn't want to be you then.They'll rip you apart, but it won't be fast. No, not fast at all. You'll suffer for as long as they can make you suffer. It might even be days before you can die, so you keep mouthing off to me. It's all a joke coming from you anyway."
With that, he turned and walked back out of the room, leaving me to the darkness, the ache in my bladder, the pain in my body, and the graphic image he'd painted in my mind.
Not to mention a shit-ton of doubt. I had
people who believed in me, in our mission. We believed we were making a difference.
Were we just fooling ourselves? Was I? I shook my head. No, no, we were pissing them off if nothing else. We were causing a crack in their perfect infrastructure and that's why I'm chained up right now.
Another thirty minutes passed before I had to wave the white flag and surrender to the urge in my bladder. I hated feeling the hot flow of my urine cascading down my legs as if I wasn't humiliated enough be being chained up naked.
I could feel the fluid pooling around my feet and all I wanted to do was move away from it, but couldn't. Finally, it was done and at least one torturous aspect was gone now.
My stomach still felt like it was trying to eat itself. I hadn't eaten since last night and that was no four-course meal.
It wasn't even a two-course meal. It was something quick on the go and now I'd give anything for a cracker. Shit, no I wouldn't… at least I didn't think I would. God how much longer until sunset, let's get this shit over
with.
*****
The bright light from the open doorway woke me up. I didn't even realize I'd fallen asleep. The two guards approached me, each standing on either side as they undid my chains from the wall. I was then held still while they chained my hands behind my back and put shackles on my ankles. I could feel the weight of all the metal and it just added to the gloom and doom.
"Phew! Don't you look like shit," said the guard from earlier.
"Smells like it, too," the second guard chimed in.
"It's time to go to the ball, Cinderella," the charming one said.
"I don't envy you," said the other.
"I don't envy you," I retorted. "When this night is over, I'll be free, you'll still be slaves, and you'll die slaves when they have no more use for you."
"Shut the fuck up and get to walking since you're so eager to die," said the charmer.
He pushed me hard on my back, propelling me forward. I stumbled a bit, but caught my balance. I could hear them laughing at me from behind.
They each stepped up beside me, taking one of my arms and gripping me hard on the shoulders. I attempted to struggle, but with my weakness and their combined strength, I was no match.
"You keep trying to break free, and I'll break your fucking legs," the charmer threatened.
I had every reason to believe he'd act on his threat. Still, I was going to my death, what the fuck difference did it make what condition I was in when I got there? I lurched forward, hoping to catch them off guard, but
again, it was no use.
On top of that, I was walloped on the back of my head with something hard that knocked me dizzy. I could feel a trickle of blood flowing down the back of my neck from the stinging location on my scalp.
"I told you not to try anything stupid. I see I overestimated your intelligence," said the charmer.
As they dragged me along, I could hear the voices of a crowd, no doubt here to see me off. I managed to look at my surroundings as I passed by them, and I could tell I was in Chancellor Stadium, the biggest one in New
Haven City. The roar of the crowd grew louder the closer we got. I could see them now, sitting in the bleachers, cheering for my death.
I was brought out to them, and the roar became deafening. I was dragged to a stage set in the middle of the field and chained to a post there with a metal collar around my neck.
My wrists and ankles were bound and there was no way I was going to break free. I looked out at the crowd, it was pretty impressive, all of these assholes here to see me.
I felt so special. I froze when I looked
to the left and right of me and caught sight of two TV cameras set up on either side of my pole's location. The lenses were trained on me and two people who I just assumed to be vampires for the hell of it, one male and the other female, stood behind them recording my every move.
Was this shit being televised?! Oh, I didn't need this in my life, what's left of it. I turned my head when I saw a man approaching me.
No, not a man, a vampire, and he was dressed head to toe in black, like that's the shit. He raised his hand and the crowd instantly grew quiet.
Okay, he obviously has some clout.