Michael:
My dear you’re bleeding all over the table. Jhansi please clean Mr. Trybin up he’s bleeding all over the good linen.

Jhansi:
Yes master Michael right away sir.

Trybin sat there at the table chained to his chair half sedated looking drugged out of his mind. His slave master spent the last hour biting him in various places using a whip if Trybin didn’t cooperate and cry out the way he wanted him to. It was hot in the beginning but it had become somewhat agonizing after a time. He had been locked in the dungeon, but as his master’s favorite play thing, was let out more frequently than the others. Jhansi finally returned with a cloth to clean Trybin up making him look more presentable.

Michael sounding pleased:
There you are dear; you look a lot better now that I can see your beautiful face in the moonlight. Isn’t this romantic?

Trybin half out of his mind with a tear in his eye:
Why won’t you just let me go? I’ve had enough.

Michael with a laugh:
But I haven’t. You belong to me and that’s the way it shall stay. I’ve given you immortality after all. You owe me.

Trybin:
But when I agreed to be your lover I didn’t know you’d be so sadistic.

Michael:
You had to know haven’t you seen the likes of my castle?

Trybin:
Yes, but—

Michael:
Then you had some clue. Now come eat up you’re going to need your strength for tonight my dear baby…

**

In the dark chambers of Michael’s room Trybin was chained by his hands and feet to Michael’s bed. There was yet another that sat on the floor with his hands tied behind his back and a ball stuffed in his mouth. The young boy had a leash around his neck that was attached to the wall opposite the large canopy bed. The hangings were surrounding Trybin so he couldn’t fully see the boy sitting on the floor but he knew who it was. It was his dungeon mate, Teegan, a young boy of about 19 who’d been captured and changed by Michael. Michael madness loved to scope out young boys, promise them immortality and then use them for their young bodies. He was a vampire who had a castle on a remote island where he locked up, chained, and used the boys for his many purposes. It was sadistic, but did warn each catch before they allowed him to take them and have his way. Teegan was such a loyal pup that Michael loved him just as much as he loved Trybin. He walks in with a robe on and stands there smiling a sinister smile. He looks to Teegan first then walks over to him and removes the ball from his mouth. Teegan smiles happily up at his new master who in turn bends down and plants a nice hot kiss on the young boy.

Teegan:
Master I am here for you; whatever your pleasure I am here to serve.

Michael:
That is what I like to here.

Michael unhooks the chain around Teegan’s neck then thrusts him against the wall his back to him and his face facing the wall. Michael strokes his hair then rubs a finger up and down his back. He tugs Teegan’s hair gently then kisses the back of his neck. Teegan shivers with delight and inhales and exhales deeply. After Michael finishes with Teegan he then walks over to the bed and opens the hangings to show Trybin who had his eyes closed tightly praying that ends soon. Michael rubs a finger up and down Trybin’s leg then kisses his belly button, his neck, and finally his lips. The kiss is delightful, but Trybin was ready for it all to end. He was tired of Michael and wanted to break free. He had an idea to finally get away.
Trybin:
Master Michael I would love to wrap my hands around your neck and have you take me to have your way with me, but I would like to be free to do so.

Michael:
That sounds promising. Besides I can’t do anything with you like this. I’ll go get the key and then we can get down to business.

Michael get’s up and leaves the room for a minute then swoops back in as if he’d never left. He walks over to Trybin then unlocks the locks that held him to the bed posts. Trybin sits up and rubs his arms trying to rub away the soreness. Then Michael rubs his delicate face and kisses his neck gently. Trybin takes this and pretends in delight working desperately to get away from the vicious Michael and his creepy castle. Trybin allows Michael to take him. Though Michael is a bit sadistic and aggressive with Trybin he is still rather gentle with his body. After Michael is finished Trybin asks if he can use the bathroom. He knows that there is a large window that swings out over the waters of the castle. Michael had taken Trybin into the bath once or twice so he was familiar with the surroundings.

Michael:
My dear it is quite all right for you to do so.

Trybin with a false smile:
Thank you Michael.

Trybin rises from the bed and enters the large bathroom of masochism. It resembled the dungeon so much that Trybin shivered a bit. He walks over to the window which, since he couldn’t close the bathroom door, was lucky for him since the window was in the corner of the bathroom. He walks cautiously over and gently lifts the latch. Michael had a bad habit of trusting his slaves knowing they’d try and escape, but there was no way off the island alive. Trybin opens the window a bit more then climbs out. Michael is suddenly balancing on the wall lightly as if standing on a wall outside a castle was normal. Trybin looks fearfully at Michael then starts to climb the wall in quick pace.

Michael looking on in amusement:
My dear why are you in rush to leave me?

Trybin:
I’m tired of this torture. I’m ready to leave and since you won’t let me then I’m forced to do this.

Michael:
You can try if you please but there is no way you’re getting off this island alive.

Trybin:
That is quite fine by me; because it doesn’t matter I’m going to try anyway. It’s better than living in that dungeon for eternity.

Michael:
You may try, but when you’re finished with this charade then feel free to call me.

Trybin ignores these last words and continues to climb the castle walls. He is tired and a bit out of it but he still keeps climbing. After what seems like an hour he has reached the top of one of the towers. He’d come into some of his vampyric powers, but it seemed Michael had a bit of a hold on the ones most needed, which was another reason none of his captives were able to leave the castle. Trybin stands on the tower wall and look out over the island and down at the dark waters. The moon was out, bright and beautiful. He lets out a tear and finds himself alone. He sits on the tower’s edge and then finally realizes that Michael was right. Michael senses this and is suddenly sitting right beside Trybin.

Trybin:
I’m done Michael. It’s time to end this.

Michael with a bloody tear in his eye:
I know this. You are free to go.

Trybin stands up and looks at Michael one last time then spreads his arms and descends downward into the waters below never to be seen again. Michael watches with sadness.

Michael:
Good bye my love. I will miss you so.