The Dungeon of Depraved Beasts (An Erotic Horror Novel) (2 page)

“What in the world?” she whispered, moving towards a small
door in the back of the room. She tried it, but it was locked. She then moved
towards another small door next to the vanity. She turned the knob and it
opened into a white marble bathroom with bright lights, a claw-footed tub, an
enormous shower and large mirrors.

This had to be some type of bizarre dream.

Olivia noticed that that fancy toiletries lined the bathroom
vanity and she fingered the expensive French bottles, realizing she had only
read about those items in magazines. Olivia had not seen much of the world, and
already this strange place was more exotic than anywhere she had ever been.

But Michael said she was in Hell. Olivia shuddered. She
brought her hand to her head, feeling for some type of injury. Perhaps she had
gotten hurt on her way to the awards dinner. Maybe she was in some strange
limbo world while a dozen surgeons were fixing her body.

She moved back into the larger room and looked more closely.
There was the posh red dress, which was so far from Olivia’s relaxed and
girlish style, as well as a pair of high silver heels. Olivia went to the
vanity and wasn’t surprised to see all top of the line makeup. It was then that
she saw a handwritten note resting next to a bright red lipstick.

“Take a shower and wash your hair,” it read, “Then press the
red button by the mirror.”

Confused, Olivia looked around the vanity mirror; there was
no button. She then remembered the three-angled mirror and jumped up. Sure enough,
next to the mirror was a large red button. Olivia figured she had nothing to
lose, and eager to stay away from Samuel and Michael, she quickly pulled off
her clothes and jumped in the shower.

As she washed her hair with expensive rose and lavender infused
shampoo, she glanced at her heap of clothes through the clear shower door. Her
simple gray skirt was stained with dirt and her plain white blouse was torn and
dirtied as well. Somewhere outside she had dropped her bag containing her
wallet, phone and ballet flats for the dinner.

Olivia felt herself on the verge of hysterics, yet also felt
frighteningly calm. She knew she was somehow in imminent danger.

Once the water ran cold, she got out, toweling off in a
ridiculously thick white towel. She found a comb and brushed her long hair out,
and then wrapped the towel around her body. Slowly, she made her way to the
button, and without giving it a second thought, she pushed it.

She waited, not really expecting something to happen. But
moments later the locked door on the far wall clicked multiple times and
finally opened. Two small women came waltzing in.

At least, Olivia thought they were women. On closer
examination, she had to surmise that they weren’t exactly human. They were
exceedingly tiny; one woman with bright blue eyes and blonde hair, the other
woman with brown hair, brown eyes, and a smattering of freckles. Their skin
almost seemed translucent and their features were tiny. The most striking
feature, were their long pointy ears.

“Come on, come on,” the blonde woman said quickly, her voice
melodious as she motioned for Olivia to sit at the vanity. Olivia was
transfixed, and she sat without question. The blonde began pawing at her hair,
drying it and twisting it as the brunette came over and began touching her
face, pulling at her cheeks.

“We can work with this,” the brunette murmured.

“Ex-excuse me,” Olivia stuttered, “But who are you, and
where am I?”

The women exchanged a knowing glance.

“Well, we can tell you who we are, but we can’t necessarily
tell you where we are. We’re not quite sure ourselves.” The blonde fixed Olivia
with a piercing gaze. Olivia nodded and remained silent, hoping she would
continue.

“I’m Calista, and this is Daphne,” she said, gesturing to
the brunette. “We are nymphs that work for the master. Like you, we’ve been
captured.”

Olivia shook her head, trying to absorb the small but
overwhelming amount of knowledge.

“So, I have been captured? I’m not imagining this?”

Daphne shook her head sadly.

“And there’s a master? And you are nymphs? Like elves?”

Daphne made a small sound of disgust and walked away.

“She doesn’t understand” Calista gently chided Daphne. She
turned back to Olivia. “Elves don’t have magic and are not as beautiful as we
are. We also like to think of them as being,” she paused trying to think of the
right word, “crude.”

“They are complete assholes,” Daphne snipped, clearly
forgiving Olivia’s faux pas as she perused the makeup again.

“But how can you not know where we are? One second I was
walking across campus and then...” Olivia trailed off.

“Yes, and then you were here,” Calista finished. “There are
portals all over the different worlds and universes. They dump out at random
places on the grounds here. I sometimes think that we are in our own universe
here, but I can’t be quite sure. We are certainly not part of your Earth.”

Olivia took a deep breath. She had to be dreaming.
Otherwise, there was no way she could wrap her mind around what was happening
to her. She had been captured by someone and sent to another world? She
remembered the strange hum and vibration she felt when she had hit solid
ground.

“We don’t want to tell you too much,” Daphne said slowly,
“Everyone here has a different experience. And some are here for their own sick
twisted pleasure and desire for power.”

Olivia thought of Samuel and Michael. They certainly seemed
to be here on their own accord.

“Right now, our job is to make you nice and pretty and then
you will be sent to one of them.”

“One of who?”

Calista gave a non-committal shrug; Olivia couldn’t help but
feel that something was being kept from her. She let Daphne play with her face
and makeup while Calista fooled with her hair. They had pulled Olivia away from
the mirror, so Olivia had no idea what she looked like. The nymphs insisted she
dress before looking at herself in the mirror.

The red dress was made of draping silk that gently looped
around her neck, leaving her arms and back bare. Finally, Olivia stood and
Calista and Daphne excitedly led her to the three-angled mirror.

Olivia’s jaw dropped. She didn’t recognize the woman in the
mirror. Staring back at her was a young woman, whose auburn hair was twisted
back, with soft curly tendrils framing her face. Her large green eyes were
highlighted and bright and her lips were a soft pink. Olivia touched her face
to see if she was real. She took in the dress that clung to her body perfectly,
showing an obscene amount of skin, while still looking sophisticated.

“My guess would be you are being prepped for the master’s
son,” Daphne said quietly, toying with her own long hair.

Calista nodded in agreement. “He’s rough, but much better
than the master.”

Olivia gulped. “Prepped?”

“No time to explain anymore,” Calista said sadly, “They will
be waiting for you.” She gestured towards the door back out to Michael and
Samuel, but Olivia vehemently shook her head.

“I can’t!” she said desperately.

“You have to,” Daphne said, “We’ll see you again. You’re
assigned to us. We work this room. Stay strong and don’t lose yourself.”

“I don’t understand,” Olivia cried, but Calista was opening
the door, her expression pained.

“Well, well, well!” came Michael’s hard voice, “Looks like
you clean up well.”

Samuel was grinning a sick, twisted grin. “Oh, I hope I get
dibs,” he said mostly to himself, rubbing his hands together. “I would bend
your sweet ass over and push so hard into your tight cunt—”

“Enough!” Michael barked, startling both Olivia and Samuel.
“You know the rules, Samuel!”

Michael and Samuel each took one of Olivia’s arms, to be
sure she didn’t escape, and led her to another staircase, pushing her forwards.
Olivia climbed the dizzying stairs, her feet aching from the heels she was so
unaccustomed to wearing.

Finally, they stopped and unlocked a heavy metal door. The
door swung open and Olivia felt a chill in the air. There were still no
windows, which she thought was odd. They moved down a dank hallway and finally
came to rest before a large wooden door. Samuel knocked three times before the
door creaked open.

The room was poorly lit, and Olivia could barely see her own
two feet moving in front of her. Something in the room smelled rotten and
Olivia tried not to vomit.

“Master?” Michael asked softly.

Olivia’s stomach churned.

“Bring her closer,” a voice rasped. Panic gripped Olivia,
and she felt her hands sweat and her pulse race. She wanted to be nowhere near
that voice and she had the sudden urge to make a run for it.

The men pushed Olivia forward, and Olivia moved into a small
glow of flames. There was a large chair before her and it took a moment for
Olivia’s eyes to adjust to the grotesque shape in the chair.

Light danced across the shape and Olivia gasped, taking a
step back. Michael shoved her forward again and Olivia heard the raspy voice
let out a low chuckle.

The thing in the chair was far from human. He had a large,
swollen head with an empty eye socket and one yellow eye. Some type of slime
seemed to cover his green head, and he had two holes for a nose, with a gold
ring between the nostrils.  He had a mouth full of rotting, yellow teeth.

His body was broad and covered in scales, and his arms were
merely trunks with four stubbly fingers. His two thick legs rested on the
ground, and a long, sharp tail rested beside his feet.

“You are a gift for my son,” the master wheezed. “I know he
will enjoy you immensely. I have chosen well. And should he disobey me, then I
will collect you for my own.”

Olivia’s legs shook in her long gown and she knew the
monster could smell her fear.

“Come closer,” he beckoned, and Michael shoved her towards
the creature.

Olivia turned her head in disgust, as her nostrils filled
with the putrid smell.

“Oh yes,” the monster breathed, his breath coming in fast
pants which made her skin crawl. He ran a clawed nail gently down her arm and
Olivia felt the bile rise in her throat. “You are so pure. I have half a mind
to fuck you first before I turn you over.”

Olivia let out a strangled cry. This was what she had
feared.

But instead, the monster sighed and leaned back in his
chair. “But a promise is a promise, and my son is more than deserving.” The
monster abruptly turned his head, “Take her away!” he yelled, and Samuel and
Michael were instantly at her side, dragging her out of the room.

Once in the dank hallway, Olivia dropped to her feet,
gagging and panting as she cried. She saw Michael make a move to yank her
upright, but Samuel pushed him away.

“Give her a minute,” he said roughly and Michael rolled his
eyes.

“Please,” Olivia begged, rising to her feet. “Please let me
go. Please don’t take me to his son. Please!”

Some type of emotion seemed to flit across Samuel’s face but
then his eyes hardened.

“Gorside was kind not to claim you,” Michael huffed, “You
should be grateful.”

“Grateful!” Olivia burst out. “Grateful that I’ve been
kidnapped and dressed up like some slut before being taken to some monster’s
son!”

Olivia heard the smack before she registered the biting pain
across her left cheek. She cried out as she cradled her cheek and watched as
Samuel shoved Michael up against the wall.

“Watch yourself! What are you doing? We have to take her to
Rurik, and you’re smacking her across the face?”

Michael looked momentarily ashamed, and then got control of
himself as he straightened up.

“Let’s go,” he snapped, shoving Olivia back towards the
staircase.

They moved up the staircase again, and before Olivia knew
it, she found herself in another dark hallway. At least this hallway wasn’t as
dank or forlorn as the first.

Michael and Samuel brought her to another door, which slowly
swung open. Olivia cautiously stepped forward and the door quickly slammed
closed behind her.

She was completely alone.

She walked slowly forward, wondering what atrocity she would
find in this room. If Rurik was anything like his father, then Olivia needed to
prepare herself. She moved through the room, which seemed like a large
apartment of sorts. The rooms were dimly lit, but she could make out a dining
room and a sitting room. When she got to the sitting room, she wondered if she
should just sit on one of the stiff-arm chairs. The furniture looked old and
worn and she had the impression that it was rarely used.

Feeling as if she were no longer alone, Olivia cautiously
turned around.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Lumbering in the doorway was a tall creature that almost
resembled a man until Olivia got a better look. Like a man, he was tall and
broad, with thick legs and arms. But upon closer look, Olivia saw that his skin
was a strange beige and brown, which resembled cracked stone or cement.

His calves and forearms were thicker than a human’s and Olivia
was relieved to see that he didn’t have a tail like his father. His eyes were a
murky green and deeply sunk in his face. He had no nose, but only two small
nostrils, giving his face a somewhat gruesome reptilian look. His mouth was far
too big, taking up much of his face, and Olivia could see multiple razor sharp
teeth within.

“You are for me,” Rurik stated.

Olivia nodded fearfully, frozen where she stood.

Rurik stepped slowly into the room, and Olivia could hear
his heavy breathing. He walked deliberately around her, surveying her as he
grunted his approval.

“Are you—are you going to eat me?” Olivia squeaked.

Rurik laughed. Or at least, Olivia though he laughed.

“Eat you? No.”

Olivia’s shoulders slumped with relief.