Chapter 11: Too Late
697 Words
Sascha’s heels tap against the cement and the sound echoes off the wall. The area is dark and full of shadows illuminated only by a few flickering lights above. Lestat is soundless. His paws make no noise as he stalks gently across the floor. He knows why they are there and he knows what awaits his good behavior. Sascha can see the figure start to stir and she smiles deviously. She watches as his eyelashes flutter open and he lifts his head trying to make sense of his surroundings. Next to her Sascha feels Lestat's muscles stiffen in anticipation.
“Hello my dear,” Sascha whispers eerily, “If you make the right choices you just might live, but make a mistake and it will be almost certain death. That is unless he leaves you to suffer, then it will be a very slow death.”
“Where am I, who are you?” the voice of the man whimpers.
“None of that is a concern for you. In fact I would be more concerned about what lurks in the dark,” Sascha cackled.
Next to her a string of drool hit the cement and made a soft splash.
“Oh I know, I am hogging all the fun aren't I little beastie,” She said sweetly looking at Lestat who was licking the drool from his mouth trying to catch it and control it from hitting the ground.
“Who are you talking to? What are you going to do to me?” the voice demanded.
“Oh I am not going to do anything to you, but I am afraid once you start running I can’t control him for long,” Sascha replied.
“Him,” the man gulped, “who is him?”
“I would be more worried about what he is friend,” Sascha answered, a wicked grin crossing her face.
“Don’t hide in the shadows, show yourself,” the man demanded, trying to be brave.
“Very well, but you will regret it,” Sascha snickered.
She stepped slowly around the chair to stand in front of the man. When the lights flickered and he caught a glimpse of Sascha he gasped in dismay.
“I know you,” he said almost immediately, “Well I have never met you, but I know who you are.”
:”That’s nice,” was Sascha’s response.
She felt Lestat sit down quietly and twitch his ear. She waited eagerly for the lights to flicker again.
“What the hell, are you crazy lady! That’s a full grown panther lady!” the man shouted.
“I am aware,” she replied, smiling again.
Lestat let out a low growl and swiped at the man’s legs. He flinched and tried retracting all the while screaming at Sascha that she was demented. Sascha just laughed and the sound of her laughter filled the dark corridor.
“I will make him stop but you might not like the next part,” she hinted.
“Wh..wh...why,” the man stammered fearfully.
“Because,” Sascha said leaning in the man’s face letting her fangs show in her malicious grin, “I am going to untie you and you are going to run towards the exit sign. Oh how I do hope you make it, but it does seem Lestat is hungry.”
She reached out and using her long sharp black nail she slid it across his cheek letting blood drip from the fresh cut and run down her finger. Then she let her hand fall to Lestat’s mouth where he licked it clean all while his eyes stared piercingly at the man.
“Are you ready? ” Sascha asked wickedly.
“No, No, please NO, don’t do this,” he begged.
“I’m afraid it’s too late now,” Sascha explained, “He’s already got a taste for your blood.”
“No...No...You're a psychopath, don’t do this!” He shouted terrified.
Sascha laughed and Lestat hissed. She began untying him quickly until all that was left were his hands.
She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “ready, three, two, one…..RUN!”
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