Alzbeta woke up, as she did every night, in her coffin. She lay there, staring at the wood ceiling, and waited. Her wrists and ankles shackled, she had no choice but to wait for the Count or another of his servants to arrive and release her for the evening.
Alzbeta silently prayed the Count or his servant Ivan would free her. The Count and Ivan both enjoyed rough use one of her holes as soon as she was unchained, but this was expected treatment for the sort of degraded creature she had become.. On the other hand, the other brides were especially cruel. Often they would whip her, laughing as they forced her to use her tongue to pleasure them or to clean the dirt and dust off their cold, dead feet. This was when they didn’t have a more creative humiliation to subject her to. It was their right, of course. Alzbeta was the youngest of the Count’s three brides, which gave them power over her. A slave even to her fellow slaves.
This was not the life, or rather unlife, that Alzbeta had expected. When she had first met the Count, she was a young, beautiful Romanian princess touring the lands neighboring her own. The Count, his charm, his sophistication, his sexual prowess had swept her away. They had begun an affair that was like nohting she had ever experienced in her young life. Her servants had tried to warn her about him, and had tried to convince her that he was some sort of folk devil but she had laughed these off.
Of course, they were right. The Count revealed to his lover that he was a vampire. He told her he had lived for centuries, and had never met a woman like Alzbeta. He promised to love her forever, to give her power she had never even dreamed of. And Alzbeta, of course, agreed to become his bride.
The Count had not mentioned several things about what it meant to be his bride. He had not mentioned she would be chained in a coffin when not being used by him or by one of his guests or servants. He had not mentioned he had two other brides, who would Alzbeta be subservient to. But most of all, he had not mentioned the constant hunger, or how she would sate it.
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