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Chapter 2 ~ The High Priestess, The Seen and The Unseen



Jennipher walked down the hallway, this one she found was not as ornate as the other. She walked past closed doors and small tables placed against the wall in certain spots. There was brighter light in this hall too cast from golden wall sconces.

The hall opened into what looked like a some sort of large entry way. Again the furniture was plush and well carved and painting hung on the walls. There was a large fireplace on the far side of the room. Two large dragon sculptures stood beside the fireplace. A large book shelf stood against another wall, and all the seats in this room were setup in semicircles with a small, well crafted table or two near them. Open doorways, that she guessed led to other halls, were at the corner of each wall.

“How big is this place?” she whispered. Even though she had spoken quietly, her voice still echo slightly off the walls.

She looked around not sure where to go or even what she was looking for. After a moments thought she decided to follow the wall to her right. She turned and followed said wall till she reached the doorway at the end.

Once through the door she stopped, noticing that she was in a large stairwell. There was a stairway that led up and another that led down. Going over to one she began walking down the black marble stairs.

As she descended the dark staircase she thought of how odd all of this really was. She was walking through a dream, a dream that claimed to be real, yet she couldn’t make herself really believe in everything that was happening. Glowing coke machines, bars full of strange creatures, dream jewelry made real, and sex with vampires. She wasn’t sure if even her artist imagination was that good.

The bottom of the stairwell opened into another large entryway, but it looked as though this was the real entryway that lead ultimately outside. This one was larger than the other and even more ornate. The same type of over stuffed chairs and dark wood tables were found in this room. A soft looking carpet with a delicate rose design adorned the floor. The fireplace in this room matched the one upstairs perfectly except for the portrait that hung above it. The panting was of Miguel, it had fine detail and looked very real. Jennipher moved closer to see if she could find an artist name on the picture. She stood in front of the fireplace gazing up at the painting when a hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. She found herself staring up at yet another very tall male.

“You can’t be here.” he said sternly.

“Ummm, why not?” she asked as she reached up to try to pry his hand from her shoulder.
He glared down at her, “You have to be invited.” he responded coldly.

She looked up at him confused, “But Miguel said…” she was cut off.

“Know your place pet!” he yelled as he slapped her hard across the face the force of the blow knocking her to the ground.

She stared up at him eyes wide. “P…Pet?” she stuttered.

“Yes pet, you will refer to Miguel as Lord or Master.” he said still glaring.

She rubbed her cheek and stood up slowly. Defiantly she glared back at him and in one very quick motion pulled her small fist back and punched him in the stomach. He bent over more from the shock that she had hit him than actual pain.

“I am no one’s pet!” she spat.

He stood up, his angry red face clashing with his white blonde hair. “Where in heaven or hell did the Master find you? And why aren’t you dressed in your work leathers?” he hissed.

The little girl arched an eyebrow, “Work leathers?” she asked.

“Yes work leathers, you can’t be that new here. Where is your trainer?” he demanded.

“What are you talking about?” she said angrily.

He huffed and grabbed her wrist. His other hand reached up and closed around the cross at her throat. “Stealing too I see!” he stated, as he ripped the cross off her neck.

“That’s mine!!!” she screamed.

He slapped her again, this time however she didn’t fall due to the hand grasping her wrist. She lashed out again trying to punch him. When that didn’t work she began to kick at him.

“Let go off me, you sick fuck!!!” she screamed.

“Feisty bitch, aren’t you.” he stated more than questioned. “The trainers will have fun breaking you.”

The tall well muscled blonde twisted her around and grabbed her other wrist. Holding both her wrists behind her back, he started dragging her to one of the doorways. She kicked and screamed and fought against him but to no avail. He pulled her through the doorway and down a dark narrow hall that lead to yet another staircase. He paused at the stairs, turning around he picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and descended the dark steps. When they reached the bottom, Jennipher was so busy kicking and beating her captors back that she didn’t notice the grey stone walls or much else for that matter.

Suddenly, she was tossed onto a cold hard floor. “Ow!” she exclaimed as she glared up at the blonde.

He however was not looking at her. He was standing turned slightly away and talking to another man with short brown hair. “I found her wandering around upstairs, see what you can do with her.” he said as he turned and glared back at her.

She jumped up and started to run for the door only to be caught by the blonde again and thrown back to floor. The brown haired man walked calmly over to her and took a hold her left arm. Quicker than she could speak he clasped a thick metal shackle around her pale wrist and stood up.

“What do you think you’re doing!!!” She yelled, “Let me go!!”

The blonde turned and began walking to the door. When he reached the doorway he paused and flipping his long blonde hair over his shoulder he as spoke, “Thought I should let you know, this puppy ,” he said nodding in Jennipher’s direction ,” has teeth.” as he finished his statement he walked out.

The brown haired man smiled down at the girl. “My name is Isaac, I will be your trainer.” he said softly.

She looked up at him. He was tall though not as tall as Miguel or the blonde. He was lean and fit with long legs, almost those of a dancer. His eyes were sharp and his lips thin, pulled back into a smile that resembled a grimace. He wore platform heels and vinyl from fitting pants. The shirt under his long white lab coat was made of thin black mesh. Even though all of this was shocking to her what bothered her most were his hands. His fingers were longer than they should be and she knew he had to have at least two extra joints. That wasn’t the only issue though, his fingers also seemed to be hard and pointed they looked sharp in a very real way. She looked away trying hard not to stare at his hands, suddenly finding the stone floor very interesting.

Isaac reached out placed one long finger under her chin. He turned her face up one more so that she was looking at him. The smile on his face had faded and he was now looking at her with cool indifference. Finally, after a long moment of silence he spoke.

“How long have you been here?” he asked.

Jennipher paused before answering, “Two nights... I think.”

The man standing above her arched an eyebrow and looked her over. She could tell that he was undressing her in his mind. “Hmm.... You really are new here, aren’t you.” he stated in a husky voice. He looked at her for a few more minutes before releasing her chin and stepping back.
“I guess we’ll have to have you fitted for your work clothes.”

“You mean ‘work leathers’?” Jennipher asked quietly.

“Yes....” he replied, “and we will have to teach you better manners.”

She frowned at him, wanting to yell, but thought better of it upon looking at her surroundings. Hanging on the walls of the dark room were many different objects. Things such as whips and riding crops hung on the right wall. On the left wall she saw blades, daggers, small swords and other thinner blades. The wall directly behind her had chains, shackles, and leather cuffs. There were pillars in this room as well that looked as though they had seen their fair share of blood and struggling.

He looked her over on more time before speaking, “I will return shortly... Try not to struggle too much in my absence.” With that stated he walked out of the room.

Sighing, Jennipher started to look very closely at the restraint clasped around her wrist. She pulled at it and found that it was indeed attached to the closest pillar. The chain was thick and heavy, she knew that she would never have time to undo closed hook that held it in place.

Lets try this another way... she thought, and began to fold up her hand as tight as she could, trying to pull free from the metal cuff fastened around her wrist. At first she didn’t try to hard for fear of breaking skin. Slowly though, she realized that more time had to have passed than she had originally thought and she started to pull harder, her skin turning an angry shade of red. Pausing, she looked down at her wrist.

“That’s gonna bruise.” She thought aloud.

Closing her eyes tight and clenching her teeth she tried once more. Pulling with all her strength and biting her lip on the pain, she pulled free. Her eyes flashed open as she heard the metallic clank of metal hitting stone. I’m free! She cried out in her mind. She was so happy that she almost didn’t notice the warm liquid running down over her fingers.

Lifting her hand up she gasped. Her entire hand was red and her blood dripped freely onto the floor. She was hurt a lot worse than she thought she would have been. However she didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Clutching her hand tightly to her chest she ran out of the room. Once in the hallway Jennipher headed in the direction that she thought she had to have been brought from. Everything seemed fine at first, but the longer she ran, the more the hall seemed to change. Shaking her head she turned the corner that should have lead her to the staircase. What she found made her gasp.

The room she was gazing into was the exact same room she had just left. Cautiously she took a step into the room. Everything was exactly as she remembered. She turned back to the open doorway. Maybe I came from the right and not the left. She thought to herself. Quietly, she stepped through the doorway once more. This time she turned right and kept to the right wall as she walked.

The hallway seemed to stretch go on forever, but still she walked. Soon, a now all to familiar sinking feeling crept it’s way into her stomach. She had already passed these carvings and stone walls, twice now. She picked up her pace and began to jog... blood loss and fear making her heady. She turned a corner and then another, and before she knew it she was once again standing at the entryway to the small torture room.

Letting out a small cry of frustration, tears started to fill her eyes. Jennipher found herself wanting to be back in her own world, or at the very least with Miguel. She closed her eyes and sniffled trying to hold back her tears. Then wiping at her closed eyes with the hand that wasn’t bloody, she turned around once more to try to find a way out. When she did, she found herself face to chest with Isaac.

He was smiling warmly down at her as he reached out one graceful, clawed hand and none to gently grasped her hurt wrist. Still smiling he pulled her close very harshly, causing her to cry out in pain.

She was pressed against him as his other cold, hand cupped her face, and tilted her head up to look at him.

“I commend you child.” he said in low tones. “Most pets don’t even have the strength to pull free from their chains. I guess this means that you will have to stay with me from now on.”

Licking his lips he made a noise very close to a purr. The sound sent a shiver up Jenniphers’ back. She was torn and she hated herself for it. On the one hand she wanted to scream and run for her life. But on the other she found herself very drawn to the beautiful, long limbed man in front of her.

Isaac’s hand moved around to the side of her face and he began lightly stroking her hair. After a few minutes she sighed and found herself starting to relax. The other hand holding her wrist released it’s death grip moved to her shoulder. Then the brown haired man turned her around and gently lead her back into the torture room, where a fiery looking blonde woman stood with cloth and measuring tape in hand.

Jennipher found herself staring up at this lovely short haired, blonde as she started to undress her. It was only when Isaac started to bandage her hand that she snapped out of her trance like state.

Looking down and found the she was naked, and that the woman in front of her was wrapping the measuring tape around her hips. The brown haired girl blushed furiously as the woman’s hands caressed her skin, her rounded nails brushing against her lightly.

The woman looked at her and smiled a mischievous, lop-sided grin, causing Jennipher to blush harder. Smiling more, she chuckled, before introducing herself as ‘Sarah’. The girl opened her mouth to reply but no words came out.

Sarah moved closer, and knelt down in front of her. As she pulled the measuring tape around the little girls waist, she pressed her face close to her skin. Jennipher was frozen under her touch, she found that she couldn’t move or speak. She found that she could however let out a small gasp as Sarah’s lips touched just below her navel.

Isaac laughed and Sarah stood up. They looked at each other for a moment, then Isaac smiled, “I think our new pet likes you.” he said casually.

Sarah smiled again, back down at Jennipher, “I believe you are right, Isaac dearest.” she purred.

The blonde bent over her as she took the measurements for her chest, and the little girl found herself staring down the top of a very low cut blouse. Sarah’s breasts were small but round and very soft looking. The woman in front of her also wasn’t wearing a bra and she could see that her nipples were the softest shade of pink. Jennipher gasped again and realized that she had been staring when Sarah brushed her hand across her own small breasts.

She blinked and looked up, face red, finding the woman above her smiling a deep, knowing smile. Her blue eyes sparkled as she spoke, “Sorry,” she stated, “my hand slipped.” Sarah then walked behind her and asked Isaac to help take the last few measurements.

Isaac moved to stand in front of Jennipher. Bending down he ran his cold hands down her shoulders very slowly till he reached her wrists. Then, very carefully, so not to hurt her, he lifted her arms up so that they were parallel to her sides. Once she stood in this crucified position she felt Sarah’s soft warm hands move over the backs of her arms. Her eyes fluttered closed and she shivered at the contrast of hot and cold, a sigh slipping past her lips.

When Sarah spoke above her, her voice sounded smooth and melodic, “Are you getting all of this Isaac?” she asked.

“Yes,” Isaac replied softly as he ran his hands back up her arms and then down her sides, stopping to hold her at her hips.

“Such a sweet pet...” Sarah cooed, as she took a measurement of Jennipher’s height, again running her warm hands over the girl’s back and down her thighs, causing the child to moan once more, very softly. Then suddenly, without warning both Sarah and Isaac stepped away.

Jennipher’s eyes flashed open as she looked around. The other two had moved towards the door and stood there smiling and talking in hushed tones. They are beautiful she thought. She blushed harder thinking of what had just happened and bent down quickly to retrieve her clothes. Grabbing the dress she had been wearing, she hurriedly pulled it up to cover her naked body, only to find that she was already covered. Well, more or less.
She now understood what “work leathers” were. Though she didn’t understand how they appeared out of the blue, or even how they were staying on.

Black leather straps cris-crossed over her tummy and chest, leaving her small, pale breasts bare. These pieces of leather seemed to buckle around her throat. Her skirt (also made of black leather) was short, only reaching mid thigh and split up to her hips on both sides. The black lace panties under the skirt seemed to add lift and shape to her butt. Again she was wearing heels, but this time they laced all the way up to her thighs, just below the skirts’ edge. A black lace armlet adorned the arm that was uninjured and the clean white wrapping that Isaac had just fixed adorned the other. To top it all off she found that her chestnut bangs were being held in place by a black lace headband.

Dropping the dress absently, Jennipher turned toward Isaac and Sarah. The only thing she could find to say was, “How?”

Sarah was first to speak as she looked the girl over with an approving gaze, “Silly pet,” she said playfully, “This is a dream.... or didn’t you know that?”

The reality of that statement sunk in as Jennipher spoke softly, “I forgot...” she said.

With graceful ease Isaac walked back over to the child and turned back to face Sarah. Placing a hand on Jennipher’s shoulder he nodded at the blonde. The woman in the doorway took her cue and started to leave pausing just outside the door she turned back to look a the girl.

“I’ll be back to play with you later.” she stated, before turning and truly disappearing from sight.

“I really do think that Sarah likes you, pet” Isaac said, drawing Jennipher’s attention back to his cold and ominous presence.

Jennipher looked up at the man and started to struggle out of his grasp. She stopped however when his long sharp fingers bit into her skin. Panicked, she brought her hands up to try and pry his hand off of her. She found that his cold hands were very strong, and that no mater how hard she pulled she could not break free.

“This becomes tiring, child...” Isaac hissed as he dug his clawed fingers deeper into her skin. He pierced her flesh drawing blood and she cried out. Only when she stopped struggling did he speak again. “You do understand, pet, that I could very easily tear you apart?” he paused. “And though you may not die in your reality you will have some very pretty scars to show.” he continued softly.

“You mean like the bite?” Jennipher asked queitly.

“Master.” he breathed.

“What?” The girl asked.

“Master,” Isaac stated, “From now on you will refer to me as Master.”

Jennipher frowned but glancing down at the clawed hand on her shoulder, made her hold her tongue. After a moments hesitation she asked her question again.

“You mean like the bite?” she paused. “Master.”

Isaac lessened his grip on her shoulder and smiled slightly down at her. “What bite, pet?” he asked in return.

Jennipher brought her hand to the side of her neck, indicating for him to look. “This one.” she said.

Isaac’s eyes narrowed as he looked at her.

“Umm... Master.” she said quietly, almost under her breath.

Smiling once again, Isaac moved one long finger away from her shoulder and ran it lightly against her throat. Then ever so gently he moved her brown hair away from her neck using just the tip of his nail. With his other hand he carefully tugged on the leather strap that held up the top of her outfit, revealing the still red bite marks at her throat.

Isaac looked at her, puzzled. She could tell he was thinking things over in his mind. “Who gave you this?” he finally asked.

“Miguel....” Jennipher said softly.

“Miguel?” Isaac repeated, not even scolding her for not adding ‘master’ to the end of her statement.

“That’s what I said.” she stated defiantly.

“Miguel.” Isaac said again, before drawing back and looking at her. He stood a moment with his hand resting on her shoulder. Slowly he lowered that hand. That was the last thing she saw before hitting the floor.

Her face hurt and her mind was reeling. What the hell was that? she questioned mentally. Slowly she shook her head and looked back up at the brown haired man. He was glaring down at her with a look that should have stopped her dead in her tracks. She began to crawl backwards moving slowly as not to gain her more attention. That however didn’t work.

Jennipher moved fast, but he was faster. She was up on her hands and knees when his foot caught her in the stomach. She fell back again, gasping for air. Before she had enough breath in her lungs to scream he kicked her again, harder this time. As he did so, he spoke, his voice was low and growling. “You do not speak the Lord’s name!!”

He kicked her one last time before grabbing her by her hair and lifting her to her feet. He held her there, her toes barely touching the ground, as he spoke again.

“Do you understand?” he asked, his deep voice resounding in the quiet room.

Jennipher gasped painfully for breath and tried to answer. She struggled weakly, reaching her hands up to try to free her hair from his grip.

“I said,” he stated, as his grip on her hair tightened. “Do.. you... understand?”

She gasped again and very quietly whispered, “Yes... Master...”

Isaac smiled at her, the look in his eyes was cold and cruel. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her. His tongue slipped past her lips as she whimpered. Holding her there for a moment he explored her mouth, tasting her, and reveling in the sounds of pain and fear she made. As he pulled away his teeth grazed her lower lip, not enough to draw blood but enough to cause her a bit more pain, then he dropped her. She hit the floor hard and lay there eyes closed, in a gasping, shaking heap.

When Jennipher looked up Isaac was still standing above her, casting a foreboding shadow over her body. She wiped at the tears that where forming in her eyes with her bandaged hand and blinked up at him. Suddenly, her captor turned away and began walking towards the door. As he stepped through the open doorway he paused, and without looking back at her he stated in a very firm voice, “You belong to me.” With that he walked out. The wall closed and sealed up behind him. Jennipher was left alone in the dark, cold room, her sobs, her only company.










TBC.....