Nicole!

“Nicole!”

Your friend tenses as you say her name. She stands and tries to jump into the sea but the second sailor is upon her in an instant.

Too fast. One moment on one side of the boat, the next, upon her. He is far too fast, impossibly fast, inhumanely fast, incomprehensibly fast. Everything freezes.

She tries to kick and break free but he does not let her. Swift movements, strong arms. Trapped, imprisoned, completely under control. A hand on her mouth, he starts chocking her.

The other passengers protest. You join them, but a deep growl coming from behind you stops everyone. The sound of a wild animal is so out of place, there are no wolves on cruises ships. You turn around.

The skipper does not look human anymore. His eyes are burning with a deep red fire, his mouth is now filled with the nastiest fangs, his ears are no longer round but pointy and far too long. He stops the boat and licks his lips.

“Nicole Van Helsing, the Mistress will be so pleased...” he says with an otherworldly voice.

Something breaks into your mind and, as the others start to scream, all you can do is kneel and put your arms around your head. You shield yourself from the outside world.

Screams and struggles, all around you. People graze by you, something heavy falls into the water, another falls into the boat, heavy. The screams intensify, evolving from irrational fear to absolute terror. Something thick and warm splashes over your face. Coppery scent. You do not want to know what it is, yet you do.

Some screams turn into moaning, you still refuse to look up. The moaning intensifies mixing with new growls, sloppy sounds and orgasmic screams. Madness, lust, ****, ****, you do not want it to make sense and yet, it does.

And what feels like an eternity later, silence comes back to the skiff, an uneasy silence troubled only by the sound of the waves breaking against the hull.

“What should we do with her?”

You look up. The inhuman skipper looks down on you. His face covered in blood, he answers:

“Let’s bring her to the mistress...”

The back of his hand, your cheek, pain, darkness.

***

Darkness still surrounds you when you come back to your senses. Facing down, your hands are tied in your back, you are unable to move, unable to see.

You hear grunting and panting. Is that Nicole?

“Thank god! She is alive,” you think.

But the panting grows weaker and weaker until it dies. Until she dies?

“Jonathan dear, get rid of her. This is done. At last!”

A woman’s voice carrying all the majesty in the world in her english accent.

Nicole screams. Terrifying scream of ****. In your mind she died twice.

“As for you,” the Englishwoman continues, “you have served me well, brother, and you should know I will remember you forever. But you have been in the presence of another master and therefore you have been tainted...”

Another scream of surprise, pain and ****. Your grasp on reality weakens, you do not want to face reality, not anymore.

“Mistress? What should we do with her?” A man’s voice with an english accent.

Twice already, the expression has been used today to talk about you, because you know it is you, the man is talking about.

“You can have her, I do not want the taste of the last Van Helsing spoiled by this bitch’s.”

A few seconds later somebody flips you over.

At last you can see something. You are cramped between two consoles. It is daytime, but the actual time is hard to determine as you are surrounded by a reddish light probably due to the blood on the windows. The man towering you is wearing an officer uniform. He is good looking, his smile is tender, he is beautiful. Your shattered sanity tries to hold on to something. He is your lifesaver, you feel love for him.

“You look good,” he says smiling, “maybe I’ll keep you around, now Sleep!”

A ****, the intrusion in your mind feels like a ****. Your will is crunched and you vanish into slumber. Again.