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plane of her belly were equally mesmerizing. And those full breasts…
    Then he looked at her face and saw that she was smirking.
    He gave his head a hard shake and glared at her. “I hate you.”
    “No, David. You love me. I am everything to you.”
    David sneered. “Saying it won’t make it so, you evil cunt.” He surprised himself with a laugh. Even more surprising was the pronounced disdain in the sound. “Hell, I don’t even know your goddamned name. I only love one woman and her name is—”
    Her mouth opened in that unnaturally wide way again, her eyes bulging from their sockets as her jaw distended and a scream loud enough to shatter skyscraper windows filled the cavern. The sound went on and on, increasing in volume with seemingly each passing second as the black hole at the center of her face grew wider. David slapped his hands to his ears, but this did nothing to muffle the sound. The sound drilled into his ears and made his brain quiver like jelly until his eyes rolled back in their sockets and consciousness again deserted him.

6: DEPRIVATION
    His head was still throbbing when he awoke an indeterminate time later. The ache extended from his frontal lobe to the back of his neck. It felt much like a hangover after a night of serious drinking. For those first few groggy moments after regaining consciousness, he allowed himself the hope that it was a hangover. He’d gone out for a night of boozing with buddies and things had gotten a little out of hand. At some vague point a few too many had turned into a lot too many, which accounted for his present state of misery and all the crazy dreams about gorgeous naked vampires and imprisonment in some remote, hellish cavern.
    The delusion lasted until the moment he became aware of the heavy chain links encircling his wrists and ankles. His head tilted downward as his eyes fluttered open. His eyes widened and he sucked in a big breath as he realized just how high above the ground he was. The vampire woman’s throne of blackened skulls and bones looked like a piece of pretend furniture plucked from a dollhouse belonging to Satan’s granddaughter. Ditto for all the rickety tables and torture devices. But this did nothing to distance him psychologically from the gruesomeness of the grisly tableau. If anything, this new perspective only enhanced the overall horror of the situation. For one thing, the cavern was much bigger than his original perception of it. You could fit a professional football stadium in this space with plenty of room to spare. He’d noted piles of bones and decaying body parts before, but now he understood how little he’d appreciated the scope of the human detritus. Many of the bone piles were simply massive. You’d need a fleet of bulldozers to clear them from the cavern. The ache in his head intensified again as he tried to comprehend how long it would take any single person, vampire or not, to kill this many people. He finally gave up trying to understand it. It was beyond understanding. She wasn’t just an old thing, she was ancient . The beautiful, youthful appearance was a façade, one she maintained through all these stolen lives.
    He shifted slightly and winced as the rough cavern wall abraded his bare back. This caused him to shift again. The movement sent spikes of pain shooting up his arms, which were stretched straight up over his head. He turned his head up and peered at the thick length of chain wrapped around his wrists. The chain was secured to an iron bracket bolted to the rock wall. He jerked against the chain links, but they didn’t budge. He tried again, putting all his amplified vampiric strength into the effort. One of the bracket’s bolt seemed to give an infinitesimal amount. He gathered up his strength to try yanking at it again when something occurred to him. What if he did succeed in ripping the bracket from the wall?
    His head tilted down and he stared again at the ground far below.
    Shit .
    He was already dead. At