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Chapter 3: "...she would have died this time."

Chapter 3

Rain saw the knife and knew tonight would be extra painful as what little light was in the basement glinted off the silver blade. Using a quick burst of speed, Rain was unprepared for and unable to avoid, Sarah stabbed her knife deep into Rain's left thigh. Rain screamed in agony with the sudden attack.

“Don’t hurt her anymore, please she is already hurt.” Dominic begged, but that only made Sarah smile more as a sadistic pleasure filled her.

Sarah twisted the knife as she pulled it out of Rain’s thigh, causing Rain to scream out with more pain. Rain felt like her entire body had been set on fire when the silver of the knife came into contact with her blood, making the stabbing all the more painful. Sarah watched a moment as blood bubbled up and poured from the stab wound.

The other slaves whimpered at the pain in Rain’s cries. There was nothing they could do for her though, they all knew begging would do no good. But Rain’s father still begged, watching his daughter being tortured and being helpless to stop it, was tormenting him. Sarah, smiling and reveling in the pain she was causing, brought her knife down and stabbed Rain’s other thigh.

Rain screamed again, tears were running down her cheeks. Inside she was begging for it to end. The pain was worse than what she just went through as a battery for a spell. Elation bubbled up inside Sarah, causing a high no drug could give her. Sarah started laughing in sadistic glee, a psychotic smile on her face.

Sarah twisted the knife again, deliberately causing maximum damage and pain. Laughing as Rain screamed and cried in pain, her blood pouring out of the new wound. More fire burned through Rain, Rain couldn’t hold back her screams even if she wanted to. Sarah started slicing Rain up, opening deep long gashes all over her arms, her legs, her back, and her torso.

Everywhere but Rain’s face, Sarah left that alone because eventually her aunt was going to want to breed this mongrel before killing her. In Sarah’s mind, no Warlock wanted to fuck a scarface. As Sarah continued, Rain’s screams became no more than pain filled whimpers, no longer having the strength to scream.

In between her laughs and enjoyment of Rain’s screams, Sarah vented her anger over her mother’s death. Ranting about a Vampire Werewolf Hybrid named Alora Heartsong. Finally, Sarah stopped her torture. Not because of Dominic’s begging sobbs for her to do so, Dominic even went so far as to offer himself to her in place of Rain.

No, she stopped because her high had peeked and she wanted to find a few partners to satisfy her before she came down. Rain laid limply on her cot, now saturated in her own blood. Rain’s blood loss made her too weak to move, but she was in so much pain she couldn’t stop the whimpers escaping.

Satisfied, Sarah stomped up and out of the basement looking forward to a long night of fucking. The light around the edges of Rain’s vision started to darken, her hearing muffled. Rain was no longer able to understand the words her father was saying. Feeling like she might actually die this time, Rain said a prayer in her mind.

‘Moon Goddess, if you could grant me one wish…please free my father and the others.’

Even in her own head Rain’s voice carried immense pain and sorrow. Seconds later, the blackness at the edges of her vision finally swallowed her, plunging her into unconsciousness.


A short time after Rain passed out and she was sure Sarah was long gone. Lillian snuck down into the basement prison of the mansion. She went straight to Rain’s cell and started to administer healing care.

Lillian’s knee length white hair was in a braid down her back. So the worry in her dual colored eyes, the inner rings white, the outer rings gray, was clear to see on her graceful and elegantly aged face.

Her tall regal frame with her gentle curves was covered neck to toe in a deep blue velvet form fitting renaissance gown. Her short sleeved floor length hooded velvet cloak in the same dark blue. The trim on her dress and cloak was a one inch band of silver embroidered protection runes flowing in continuous intricate knots.

Supernaturals were all taller than your average human by a foot. It was just one more thing that marked a supernatural as other, when compared to humans. The average height of a female supernatural being was six foot nine to seven foot five.

The average height of a male supernatural being was seven foot three to eight foot two. A Vampire in their Sprite form gains a foot to a foot and a half of height, and a Werewolf in the Lycan form gains anywhere from two to three feet of height.

Dragon Masters were even taller, their females and males all ranged from seven foot nine to eight foot eight. While shifters were closer to their animal sides size. Small animal shifters like foxes were around five foot seven, a normal human height. While bigger shifters like bears were seven foot five to eight foot two depending on their breed of bear.

Due to malnourishment all of her life, Rain was only five foot eleven. She was shorter than her half sisters and Sarah who were all around six foot six. Lillian was on the tall side at six foot nine, Dominic a foot taller than her at seven foot nine. Dominic looked at the elderly female Witch with relief, knowing Lillian would keep Rain alive, because Lillian genuinely cared about Rain.

“How did you know Rain would need you tonight?” Dominic asked Lillian.

“I heard Sarah’s screaming as I was going to the kitchens earlier and knew she would torture Rain, after all, it’s one of her favorite things to do every time she comes to visit Head Coven Witch Rebecca.” Lillian said, tears in her lyrical voice.

Looking at his daughter, Dominic felt as if his heart was being ripped out. The blood and wounds covering Rain are an all too common sight.

“How bad is it this time.” Dominic asked her, his voice rough from all the begging he’d done.

The look on Dominic’s face had her wincing in sympathy of the hurt her grim review of Rain’s condition caused him. However, Lillian would never hide the severity of Rain’s torture from Dominic. As an adult and Rain’s father, he deserved the truth, no matter how heartbreaking her answers were.

“Bad enough that if she would have been left unattended, she would have died this time.” Lillian said in a grave tone

“We can’t get out of here soon enough.” Dominic growled in frustration.

“On that we both agree.” Lillian replied.

Then Lillian performed the last spell she could, making sure to heal only enough to make sure Rain would live, making it look like she healed with her own natural ability. Any more and she would invite suspicion, drawing too much undesirable attention to Rain.


It was three days before Rain was well enough to continue her chores for the Coven. Rain was currently on cleaning duty in the mansion. This consisted of sweeping, mopping the floors, dusting and changing the bedding of the guest rooms.

While Rain cleaned, she thought about the fact that if she had been born a full blooded Witch, she would have had her mothers acknowledgment. Even if she was, in the end she would still be used as nothing but a tool for the Coven by her mother. Rain would have just been used in a different way, and her father would have been someone else. To Rain, anyone but Dominic as her father was unacceptable.

Rain passed by a full length mirror in the hallway she was currently mopping. She froze and took a look at herself in the mirror, she usually tried to avoid looking, so her appearance always caught her by surprise. Day light was coming in through one of the large floor to ceiling windows. The light was glinting off her hair, making the garnet red strands shine like rubies.

With the sunlight shining, tiny flecks of silver appeared in the dark blue ring of color in Rain's eyes. Her eyes looked large in her pale heart shaped face. Rain thought that her lips were too full, they gave her a pouty look that often got her reprimanded for looking sullen. Her face drew unwanted attention, so she had a tendency to look at the ground when anyone was near.

Despite her bones showing, her breasts and bottom were volumus enough to draw desire. Her scars helped to deflect some of the attention, she was littered with them. Her eyes, although pretty, were emotionless and flat, creating a lifeless look.

The hunched shoulders and the submissive posture spoke of years of abusive beatings. In other words, all Rain saw while looking in the mirror, was another slave of the Black Magic Coven. A slave standing there in a ragged shapeless grey linen work dress, holding a mop with a bucket of mop water at her feet.

It was so depressing, that it made Rain want to cry for herself.

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