{Cellphone ringtone}

  It's been a couple of days since I got into a vegetative state. I can basically do nothing and spend most of my time either on Mortigan's back or on the floor next to what feels like a campfire without any other sense to use. However, with my hearing, I've become quite good at perceiving noises from afar.

  From what I've been feeling, just judging by the grunts Martigan makes when we are on the move, I can assume we must be going upward since downhill or even flat lands won't make a man like that struggle with me on their back. "Yeah, I got the stupid kid back; you'll have to pay me double for my troubles! I told you we couldn't trust her not to run away! This is all your fault!"

  Martigan was on the phone talking with his Master, albeit this time he didn't sound like himself. I could also hear the Master's faint voice now. "I understand; I'll pay you double if that's what you want. Just keep them around you and ensure they're not too distressed; it could mess with my experiments if she's too beat up, " the Master said, to which Martigan responded.

  "Don't worry about it! I got it! I might even treat her later tonight based on how well she's behaving!" Martigan says, catching the attention of his supposed Master. "A treat? When do you have money for treats?" His Master says, causing Martigan to laugh as he rubs his hands all over my butt.

  "Oh well, that's because I made some earlier this morning! All with some fresh milk I got! So far, she's not complaining about it!" His Master sounds pleased for a while and then just hangs up after giving Martigan his blessing, finally allowing me to talk by removing the muzzle from my mouth.

  "Uhm, yes! Moan like that! I like it! It's a shame you're such a troublesome girl; your facial features and your body are perfect, but your attitude is below average." I didn't even want to say anything at this point since whenever I said something snarky or insulting, he would usually punish me by hitting me with his belt like a little kid.

  "What's wrong, my love? Did the cat eat your tongue? You were so rebellious just a couple of days ago, and now look at you all quiet!" Martigan was such a low piece of life, someone I wanted to beat up so bad, but without my vision or my limbs, there was hardly anything I could do to fight back.

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  Whenever we move, he muzzles me to keep me from screaming for help, and whenever he lets me talk, it is just to praise him or feed him the delusional love fantasies he has about me and him. How could I possibly love an asshole of his caliber? It was all just an act I had to put up if I wanted any chance of killing him.

  So far, the only plan I have in mind is to try and gain his trust back so I can finally drink enough blood to at least recover my vision since, without it, I truly cannot do a damn thing to fight back since I don't know what I have around me or when people are nearby to call out for their attention! Without my eyes, I am useless.

  My ears are good and all, but I'm not a bat, so even if I can hear far away, I cannot exactly pinpoint the location of the sound or how far away it is because I am not used to the enhanced hearing of a vampire. As to how I am dealing with the constant rape, I've gotten over it.

  Having Martigan's gross dick inside of me hurts, and it stings like hell, but I've gotten over it. I am not downplaying the gravity of his actions, but at this point, I've suffered worse things than him using me as his personal cum dump. At least if he finds me attractive enough to force himself on me, I can maybe use that to my advantage. Who knows?

  My KP energy hasn't recovered, either. I can't feel any of it inside me anymore; it's almost like I went a little too far. Now, I am exhausted for days since it usually takes around twenty-four hours for my KP energy to recover. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't last long enough to kill Martigan before I passed out; otherwise, this would not have happened! GODDAMIT!

  I swear this guy is slowly earning his way to getting one of the most gruesome deaths imaginable, for every time he violates my body, I plan on adding small slow slices to his dick while he slowly dies. Oh, dear Martigan, you're so fucked once I get the first chance to beat you to a pulp; you have no idea! "Enjoy it while you still can."

  "Is that a threat, you fuck!?" Martigan yells at me as it seems like I've made a slip-up and said that last part out loud. "Please! Wait, I didn't mean it! PLEASE!" {Bang}{Scream} "You haven't learned a damn thing, have you!? BAD GIRL! BAD! VERY BAD GIRL!" Martigan yells as he mercilessly hits me with his belt over and over, causing me to cry and scream for help.

  "AHHHH! AAHHHHHH! I AM SORRY!" My cries for mercy seem to fall on deaf ears as Martigan just keeps going with his punishment for over ten minutes, only stopping once his arm seems to get tired, and he needs to take a break before continuing. "You're going to learn to respect me, kid! Or I will keep having to resort to such methods to teach you!"

  Martigan says as he seems to be putting the belt away, leaving crying and hurt on the floor. Goddess, please help me! I need another miracle like that one time! Please hear my prayers and help me!