The Broken Warrior’s Daughter

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Chapter 0160 Trigger Warning: The chapter contains scenes of violence and sexual abuse. The vampire leader carriedto a car and putin the trunk. He duct taped my mouth before closingin.

Once | am alone in the dark, | let the tears fall. | have no idea what I’m going to do, but | know no one is coming to help me. My parents, my heart aches as | think them, Alessia howling mournfully in my head. My parents are dead. The only person that knows aboutis Jude, and if my previous pack finds my parents, they will assthat | am dead as well.

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| have no idea why this lead vampire thinks the prince of vampires would want me. It’s well known that vampires do not like the taste of werewolf blood, generally keeping us safe from them, unless we stumble into their territory. But when that vampire tasted my blood, he didn’t seem repulsed. Just the opposite. And | don’t know what it was that he said, but the way he said it gave me goose bumps. Whatever it is, it can’t be good for me.

| don’t know how long we drive before we stop. When the trunk opens, I’m ready to jump out, not that I'll get far with my arms and legs bound, but | have to try. However, the vampire anticipatesand snatchesout of mid-air.

“Not so fast, my tasty treat. | have big plans for you. And if you play your cards right, perhaps Prince Keenan will keep you alive as a blood bag.” A blood bag? Death would be preferable.

He carriesover his shoulder again. We walk toward a building that you would expect to be owned by vampires. It’s dark, gloomy, and gothic looking. Gargoyles at the corners of what looks like an old castle. The only lights that | can see from inside look red and cruel, like what I’d expect in a low-class brothel.

When we walk in, the screams that are coming from somewhere in front ofmake my blood run cold. It’s the sound of pain and fear and death. Along with that sound is the sickening sound of lustful grunting, slurping and flesh being ripped apart presumably by sharp teeth.

| don’t know what to expect, but when I’m put on my feet, I’m in a room filled with vampires and humans. The smell of blood and death is nearly overwhelming to my sensitive nose. The fear is so palpable that it feels like you could cut it with a knife.

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I'm turned to face a vampire on a throne. Again, it feels so cliché that if | wasn’t disgusted by what is going on around me, I'd laugh. The throne is metal the color

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of pewter covered in a blood red cushioning across the back, seat and arm rests. | can’t tell how tall the vampire is, I’m assuming he’s the prince, but the chair back sits about six inches higher than his head.

It takes the vampire prince a moment to acknowledge us. His eyes are closed and he is sucking on the wrist of a young man who is going pale and having trouble standing while a female, | can’t tell her age, is being forced to go down on him. He has a grip on her head and is shoving himself into her mouth at a brutal pace. | can see her fists punching against his legs as | watch his body tense up and he holds her there until she stops fighting. Once he’s finished, he pulls her off and she drops to the floor, dead. | realize he just suffocated her while he orgasmed in her mouth.

His eyes track to mine as he continues to suck on the wrist of the man that is now on his knees, his eyes going dim as the vampire drains him of his blood. He pulls his lips off the man’s wrist, his mouth making a sickening suction sound. The man also falls to the floor, dead.

The vampire prince takes a linen napkin and wipes his mouth as if he just finished dining in a fine restaurant. He looks at the leader behind me.

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