The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0164

Current Day

I’ve lost track of how many years I have been in this hell. The feeding room, aptly named on my first night, is where I am taken every night. Every night the humans are brought in to feed on. Every missing person that is never found, every runaway child, even many of the individuals that are trafficked are captured and killed by vampires.

The night after I arrived, Sebastian chose his feeder. Surprisingly, he didn’t kill her. She has been here as long as I have. Unfortunately for her, he has no problem raping her while he’s feeding. She stopped crying a long time ago. Most of the humans don’t survive the first night. If they do, they never survive the second. I’ve been forced to watch every day as men, women, children, elderly, it doesn’t matter, they are brought in, used, fed on and in some instances when the vampires become overcome with bloodlust, ripped apart.

The sounds of screaming, crying, pleading, and dying have become the music that I am forced to listen to day after endless day. There was only one time when I was given a reprieve from being fed on. When another vampire coven came to visit, Prince Keenan thought to share me with the royalty of the visiting coven. I nearly died from the loss of blood. Prince Keenan had to kill the other vampire in order to get him off me, ripping him away from my neck, barely missing my carotid artery.

heal me quickly. Over time, my bite marks have started to scar, and

If I fight him, he kills someone. He won’t hurt me, he won’t kill me. In some ways he’s become addicted to my blood. So, he won’t do anything to me. But he makes sure I know that whatever he does

doesn’t kill. He does, almost every night. I just know that there is nothing that I

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have sex with whoever they are feeding on. They don’t care how much they hurt them. Most seem to prefer it if their food is in

that is different. She and I have created a bond. After the second night, I realized that Sebastian wasn’t going to kill her. He didn’t mind hurting her, he raped her nightly as he fed on her, but he never

maybe because she was the only one to have survived so long. Maybe we were both curious about the only other person in the room that was left alive night after night. She had given up crying and pleading. She,

night, Prince Keenan was between my legs, feeding on my inner thigh, hist disgusting tongue licking me. He had someone bent over and was raping them as he fed on me, one hand holding them down, the other holding my thigh to his mouth. I could hear the sounds of their pain and suffering as he continued his relentless pounding, grunting his pleasure