Blood Signature: No Borders Between Us

In a cold dark dungeon, the song Where the Watermelons Rot by Madelynn Whitt was playing on the radio. “Down by the bay~”. As the chorus continued a gut-wrenching scream echoed through the miserable place. “ARGHHHHHH!!”, Amelia's screams are deafening almost like her throat is giving out on the pain. However, the lifeless naked bodies around her, couldn't even cover their ears because of fear and lethargy. She was tied up to the ceiling. Her body was exposed, bleeding, and barely standing. She's covered with filth. It was probably more than a month since they were hosed as a form of bath. Everyone is pretending to be dead. Some already are. Hoping they won't catch the attention of the handsome angel-like groom, wearing his ironed white tux and polished shoes. His golden hair reflected the light emitted by the torches. His face is emotionless, concealing the pleasure he gets from burning Amelia's warm beige skin. The groom retreated the iron in the coal burner and picked up another one, its point was still glowing yellowish red because of the fire. Slowly he pierced Amelia's lower belly. Amelia forced a scream, the contact of the iron with her skin emitted smoke and a burning flesh odor. However, this time her voice gave up from all the screams she'd been tortured to do every day. Only a violent emotion is portrayed on her face, along with her lifeless eyes. She already lost her hope. She is exhausted from her life. Amelia just wishes for this torture to end. He jabbed the iron deeper, enough to make her bleed, the groom bent down and stared at her anguish, meeting her eye to eye. This caused an erection between his pants. He is turned on by the bruises and wounds he inflicted on her. Then he grabbed her throat with his one hand and squeezed. He satisfyingly watches the life in Amelia's eyes slowly drift away. Suddenly the sound of the dungeon’s old door opening echoed through cells of tortured slaves. “Joseph, your wife has arrived”, a stern woman's voice said. She was only standing at the entrance. Tolerating what's happening in their underground dungeon. Joseph's playground. And that voice was of his mother's. There was an ick on Joseph's face for being interrupted, he turned his head away. She turned off the radio playing by the dungeon’s entrance. The elegant music upstairs can be faintly heard with the eerie music gone. “Yes. Mother”, in a serious tone. He released Amelia from his grasp. He took another burning iron and cut the rope that was holding her up. Amelia's body fell on the cold floor of the dungeon. Meanwhile, the party upstairs is far from the festivities happening down the dungeon. Elegant gold chandeliers hang from the ceiling. The wedding party's theme is Modern White Heaven. Joseph shook the guest's hands and smiled at everyone. His wife Angelique approached, tiptoed, and kissed his cheek. What a busy day for the newlyweds. Angelique is a gorgeous woman with very pale and gentle skin. Her auburn hair was curled into elegant waves that complimented her red lipstick and with the right amount of cheek blush. The guests around them clapped, adoring the couple. “Where have you been?”, Angelique said discreetly while smiling at the guests and also for the pictures. Joseph's hand snaked around her waist. “Just playing with my toys”, Joseph too is playing his part. Waving to the paparazzi and guests. “You promised to take down that place once we're married” “And I will, the last girl just fell, and the entrance of that place is being cemented as we speak-” Joseph lied effortlessly, “-Now embrace me”, Angelique hugged her husband and played a sweet newly wedded wife. The cameras kept flashing at them, however the flashes soon became peculiar. Angelique's vision suddenly went blurry. “Excuse me for a moment”, voices start ringing in her ear, calling for her name. ” Angelique, Angelique, Angelique~” Increasing its volume in her head as she took shaky steps towards the comfort room. She locked the door hurriedly behind her. Denying her fear, she looked at her beautiful reflection in the mirror. She breathed intensively. Attempting to calm herself down. Yet her hands are shaking terribly. She can feel the ominous aura that is about to come. The lights started flickering. And small cracks are forming on the walls. “Not yet… No, NOT YET!”, she looked around in fear, tears forming in her eyes, running her mascara down. “It's time Angelique”, a man wearing a black lounge suit and white open collar appeared in the mirror. Leaning against the bathroom wall, his arms crossed. His biceps clenched through his clothes. The gentle lightning traced his sharp masculine features. The salt and pepper hair perfectly matches his black and grey beard. That accentuates his menacing smile. “-you already married the man of your dreams”, Sir. Amor said calmly with a devilish grin. “YOU TRICKED ME!” Angelique screamed. Furious yet terrified at Sir. Amor's reflection. The room was still shaking Angelique cursed in frustration and panicked as she clung to the sink for support. Then the ground starts shaking with more force. “I did not-”, His eyebrows were raised. Sir Amor's lips closed and turned into a romantic smile, then his eyes turned red. The mirror started to crack. Debris was falling from the ceiling. And the imported vases around the room slipped and shattered. “-in our contract you stated, to marry Joseph Cromwell… Now you did, congratulations”. The ground split open, fire roared from its holes. Hundreds of burnt hands flinched out and snatched Angelique's feet. She screamed. “No! Joseph!”, She was hoping her husband would come to her rescue. Every burnt hand scorched her beautiful skin. She screamed with every painful touch dragging her in the flames. To Sir Amor's stomach. As the bathroom filled with Angelique’s cries. Sir Amor watched as his prey went straight to be digested. Sir Amor gently closed the restroom door behind him as if nothing happened. He walked away to join the crowd, suddenly Joseph was walking alongside him. The elegant instrumentals were playing Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran subtly in the background. “You ate my wife Amor”, Joseph said while holding a glass of wine in his hand, his face was emotionless. “It's not like you married for love my friend”, he replied with a mocking smile. Demons in particular love playing, as if cooking their prey. Some like innocent pure souls, they are really easy to convince and taste sweet. While some prefer it darker and more sinful, Angelique tastes just fine, however, she's too bitter for Sir Amor's taste. Her taste became like that because of how dark her sins were before being devoured. Such as marrying for wealth, social climbing, and just living the life of a horrible person. “This will be the last time you take food, in our territory Amor. I will not be friendly next time”, He gave him a brief warning and went back to socializing. Amor disregarded him. He was bored and had nothing to do with his immortal life. Amid the crowd, he smelled a stench of miserable souls. A thin line of dark violet smoke was tracing back to the corner of the mansion. This caught his curiosity and followed the dreadful trail. The Cromwell Mansion is huge. Sir Amor followed the thin line of smoke from one beautiful room to another. He pushed open another wooden door. Then he reached a dead end. A dusty old room, unpainted and unclean. At first, one would think it is a room under construction, but it seems abandoned. At least that's what the people should assume they see. Broken chairs and furniture covered with white cloth filled the room. He observed his surroundings. There were many strings of miserable souls trapped in there. It almost looked beautiful and tasty for Sir Amor. He inhaled and smiled thinking of a feast. Until he saw a trail of footprints leading under a dusty old carpet. It looks like someone left in a hurry. He removed the old carpet, revealing an aged wooden basement door. There were keyholes on each door handle. Sir Amor pulled one, and luckily they were unlocked. He went into the basement, fearlessly taking each step down the cement stairs. Another wooden door. Seemed to be an entrance to an ancient dungeon. And the last door he’ll open to trace the trail of miserable souls. The smoke of miserable spirits came seeping through its cracks. He pushed the door open, making a very loud creaking sound. This terrified the slaves inside. Some hurriedly pretended to be dead. Some retreated to the darkest corner of their cell, attempting to hide. Sir Amor's footsteps echoed through the dark and dreadful place. He placed both his hands on his back. Inhaling the ominous air, his eyes landed on the unlit torches. Lighting all of them up, even the ones inside each cell. He walked in, very curious about what each cell held. Dead bodies, mostly human female slaves. Rats and cockroaches are feasting on some decaying flesh. Tied up naked women, covered in cuts and bruises. Some are even mutilated. Many of them were barely alive, he could hear their faint heartbeat. However, one heartbeat throbbed the loudest. As if calling for him. Still fighting for its life. Sir Amor followed the sound leading to the last cell, the dungeon's end. There laid Amelia's bleeding body, surrounded by naked women's corpses. Her body was curled into a fetal position, covering her sensitive parts. Sir Amor opened the cell gate. He raised his left hand, a small fire blazed uncovering an ancient scroll and black quill. Which gently floats on his hand. He bent down and whispered in Amelia's ear. “What's your name?” “A-melia…”, she whispered. Her eyes were open, but her consciousness was long lost and dead. “Do you want to live?”, Sir Amor only sees the girl as a pure curiosity. How tasty her soul must be after years of mind-breaking abuse. “No… Please kill me…”, she struggled between breaths. Amelia's mind was numb and blank. Her answers were only an automated response begging for the mercy of quick death. “Then perhaps revenge?”, Sir Amor was only playing. Whether this girl takes his request or not is neither a loss nor a gain. Her misery simply amuses him. “... Yes”, Her confirmation automatically made the black feather pen glow and directed it to take blood from her neck. Its tip injected itself into her vein, taking a little amount of her blood to be its ink. Amelia felt nothing. A little needle was nothing, compared to what she endured for 3 years Sir Amor was a bit surprised. He was expecting she'll just die eventually like every mortal would in this cruel world. But also he thought if the girl died quickly, then her soul was his to take. After all, she already gave her verbal consent. If not, her soul can still be more corrupted. And that will be pure bliss for him. He smiled at the thought. “Alright, little flame just sign your name over here”, the black quill laid on Amelia’s hand. However she is unresponsive, she's just staring at a blank space. Sir Amor smiled menacingly and took her hand. Then they wrote AMELIA on Sir Amor's demon contract. “Thank you, Amelia”, Sir Amor, playfully A red pentagram gleamed beneath Amelia's bare body. It spread throughout the cell's ground. Putting her in its center. Their surroundings dispersed. The bodies, the prison. Amelia floats in a pure black abyss. Her back arched while her hands and feet fell. Amelia's short black hair flowed as if it were water. Her warm skin was illuminated with the devil's light. Sir Amor gazed at the details of her scars, bruises, and fresh wounds. Her body is so thin and fragile. Is this girl even worthy of his precious time? With a flick of his finger, a glowing red vein pulsed from Amelia's heart. She screamed in agony. Crawling from hell fallen from grace and there is nothing left to take leaving the past to the grave so we can reincarnate Motionless In White “Reincarnate” It felt as if her heart was being burned inside of her. Her eyes jolted open because of the pain. The blood starts weeping from her eyes. Sir Amor was astonished by her body's response to his contract binding. His fingers traced Amelia's body. Starting from her belly button. Slowly making his way between her breasts, where her glowing heart is. Then stopping at her dried lips. “Poor girl…”, he then tasted Amelia's bloody tears with his fingers. Pleasure suddenly engulfed his body. Demons eat souls but Amelia's wrath also corrupted her own blood. And She tasted exquisite. Addicting. His eyes turned red and black veins started appearing around Sir Amor's eyes. He let out a sinister laughter. “Oh my little flame, you're mine now”...