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  A Scarlet Collection of Monsters & Madmen

  A collection of stories written and compiled by Bella Bloodlust.

  © 2018 Bella Bloodlust All rights reserved.

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  The Collection

  A Debauchers Dedication

  Preface

  Acknowledgments

  You Are Mine

  The Stalker & The Psychopath

  Torture Chamber

  Worship Me

  The Hunt

  A Sick Scene

  The Final Release

  Solitary

  The Slaughterhouse Hills Hunter

  A Debauchers Dedication

  It is absolutely unmistakable to my gothic soul, as to whom this ode of eternal gratitude and this scarlet collection of monsters and madmen ultimately belongs to:

  Kyle L. Burnett

  Without your endless love, support and mentored guidance and wisdom along the very long, dark road into releasing my demons over the past thirteen years that it took to create this anthology of erotic horror tales; I never would’ve found the courage or strength needed in this lifetime to overcome so many obstacles to bring this bloody nightmare to life.

  I am a better woman and writer because of your profound presence in my life, thank you for being here every step of the way. I hope that this tribute to the awakening that took place over a decade ago in the sentiment of immortality for our favorite demon and muse will be a small token that is just the beginning of all that my soul owes to you for setting this captive free.

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  To Aunt Mary Shelley and Uncle Lord George Byron, it was in that moment when I discovered your hidden lineage of eccentric bastards and gothic blood that flows in this writer’s literary veins at the tender age of nine that I knew my life was destined to be so much more than it was at the miniscule time. Aunt Mary, thank you for being the strong female voice of your era to inspire, shock and frighten those who were too afraid to love into a profound gothic awakening that has spanned and stood the test of time.

  Uncle George, I am eternally grateful for your living, breathing and rebellious libertinage that inspires me every single day to defy the societies I live within and to live each day to the fullest with endless passion and vivacious confidence. If it wasn’t for your work transforming vampires into their romantic and lustful natures that have also stood the very test of time since generations past; I would not be here sharing my own debauched views about how sensual corpses can be, as the wolves howl in the pale moonlight.

  From your wild parties, exiled existence from the royal family and so much more filth and depravity that embodied the very nature of your being for centuries now to notorious levels of infamy; I never would’ve captured that wild spirit of liberation for myself in this day and age as a modern courtesan and professional misbehavior and for that my dear uncle I am eternally proud to be your bastard niece and writer of eternal gothic perversions.

  To you both I hope that this series does my ancestral heritage justice, as I do look forward to haunting minds and boudoirs for centuries to come with my very own tales of blood, lust and immortality.

  Preface

  In autumn of the year two thousand sixteen, I gave morbid birth to;

  A Scarlet Collection of Monsters and Madmen

  A book that’s taken me nearly a decade to complete with the brilliant help and collaboration of real life monsters and madmen. The very same monsters and madmen who I fell head over heels in love with, and who captured me and released me long before their dark personal urges buried me in the garden to grow among the wild roses.

  A midst their darkness and passion I was introduced to my own dark existence, which is an introduction that I never fathomed nor expected along the road to hell. For those who have desired to descend into the insanity and to know the deepest parts of my gothic soul, and where I hid the blood soaked corpses along the road of vice and transmutation this collection of horrorotic tales awaits your prying and most curiously debauched eyes.

  Acknowledgments

  To the endless monsters and madmen and some insane women that conspired and coerced this living breathing nightmare into existence with your blood, sweat and tears as well as pieces of your sacrificed soul that went into the pages of this scarlet collection of horror, I owe you my sincerest and eternal gratitude.

  Frank Avitt, Cameron, Joseph, Donna Silvester and my beloved Sara Huebsch without stumbling across you a midst our star-crossed paths in this lifetime this book would not be what it has become in the most deranged fullness of its entirety.

  Kyle L. Burnett without you this idea never would’ve transformed into the scarlet collection of monsters and madmen that Darkeel inspired from the very start and who has become my greatest obsession and darkest muse to have ever infiltrated the endless layers of my horrorotic writer filled mind.

  A special thanks to Sarah Macias for sending me countless songs and albums over the years to awaken my mind plagued by writer’s block at the time to finish what I originally started.

  Trent Reznor without your brilliance, music archives and Nine Inch Nails this book never would’ve found its dark rhythmic cadence. Your work has inspired me and changed me not only as a woman and human being but as a writer. For this I am eternally grateful.

  An ode to an endless variety of organic high quality strains of cannabis, without this miraculous plant, not only would I not have finished this scarlet collection due to an excruciatingly long three year imprisonment in hell suffering from a plague of writer’s block, but without you I literally wouldn’t be here to provide you my dear reader with this anthology without her lifesaving, cancer curing and pain soothing side effects that allowed creativity to take hold which guided me towards my escape from Hades and into the fiery rivers of literary creation itself. A true Prometheus reborn.

  …And to those endless faces, souls and beating bleeding hearts with names that are too many to list, your words of encouragement in times when I felt this book wasn’t worth finishing as it might never truly be read was the fuel to my fire that I absolutely needed to keep going to ensure its insanity one day arrived to you the reader in its most profound completion.

  For all of you over the years that I’ve crossed paths with for better and for worse, you have my eternal gratitude and a taste of immortality.

  You Are Mine

  Written by Belladonna

  They met in the blink of an eye, “Follow me to my bedchamber”. The words spilled from her mouth with the greatest of ease.

  He followed her, hypnotized by her alabaster skin, sexually aroused by the glow of her flesh, he eagerly trailed behind her. Thoughts raced through her abstract mind as she showed him to the bed. He was eager; ready for the chase, hell, he longed for it.

  He laid down on the silk sheets and listened to her heels against the tile floor. Illicit thoughts trailed hi
s mind and the outcomes appeared on his face. She was dressed in a crimson silk cape, thigh highs and stilettos. She crawled on top of him to grant his every wish.

  He stared deep into her eyes as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and trousers. Her hands trembled from the tension within.

  He ran his hands through her hair to calm her nerves. A smile appeared on her face as the blood rushed to her cheeks. Intoxicated by his stare for once in her life she didn’t know what to do, what to expect, what to think. He ran his strong thighs up her virgin flesh and up along her body. She

  bit her lip and trembled. He untied the silk thread of her cape and let it fall to her shoulders.

  With each touch her pulse increased. He held her face close to his lips.

  He brushed the hair from her face and whispered into her ear, “You’re all mine.”

  She moaned in vulnerability for the first time in her life she was completely at another’s mercy. Her mind a clouded haze. He placed her beneath him and kissed her succulent lips, she grazed her hands on the back of his neck. She’d never been so scared in her life. Her body craved his touch, she felt like and addict desperately waiting for her drug to course through her veins.

  Her body trembling he whispered once again, “You mustn’t be frightened little one trust me.”

  As his breath escaped his lips her body released. He reached for the bindings she brought for him, never did she think that she would be the one tied up. He grabbed her wrists and tied each one at opposite ends of the canopy bed. Her arms completely immobile, he inched his way down her body and kissed her neck. He went to her ankles and she struggled with all her strength to fight him.

  He laughed, “You want to fight do you?” “You’ll learn to regret that.”

  She started to beg but it didn’t help, if anything it made him work faster at his tedious task of binding her. Her face was pure fear like that of a doe caught in headlights. He trailed his hands down her right thigh and grabbed for her ankle, she tried to fight him but underestimated his strength. He grabbed her ankle with full force and tied it to the bedpost. She gasped under his touch.

  He laughed and she heard the words, “By the time I am done with you there will be no fight left.”

  An evil smile appeared on his face that pierced her to the very depths of her soul. She fought with all her strength but the bindings were too tight. He made his way over to her free limb and grabbed her leg.

  She desperately begged to be free; “Please let me go, I promise I won’t make a sound.”

  He firmly grabbed her leg, and tied it to the bedpost. She screamed in pain and ecstasy again and he spoke:

  “My sweet girl, by the time I am finished with you your screams will fill this room.”

  Thoughts flooded her mind of ways to escape, he smiled.

  “There is no escape my love.” Her eyes wide she looked in shock, he laughed and tapped his temple with his index finger:

  “I can read your thoughts, your soul, there is no escape.” The tears streamed down her face as he kissed them.

  “Don’t cry my love, it’ll all be over soon.” She looked at his lips and there they were two glistening fangs, her heart raced.

  “I’ve been watching you for years, reading your thoughts, watching you sleep, waiting for the perfect moment to make you mine; forever.”

  Her lips quivered and his long nails brushed her neck, her entire body shook:

  “Why so scared my love, you’ve wished for this your whole life.”

  “Please…” she said “Don’t kill me.”

  A smile appeared on his face, his teeth shining in the candle light. “Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.”

  He pulled her head to one side and she felt his teeth dragging down her neck, felt his tongue flick the soft flesh of her chest.

  “Oh god I want it, but please let me go.” He kissed her stomach and teased her clit, her body writhing as if possessed by an unnatural state of existence.

  He drug his nails down her chest and the blood appeared staining her porcelain skin. She gasped at the sight of it but couldn’t help but moan. He stopped at the flesh just above her pussy and bit down with such force that it took the breath from her lips. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and he slowly drank from her pure skin.

  “You taste divine, I shall savor every last drop, and soon we will be one.”

  His face stained in her blood, her pulse weakened and her breath grew shallow. She knew the end was near and that her mortal life was in his hands. His cat like eyes glowed while he fed, she continued to moan as the tears stained her cheeks. He slid his long fingers under her hips and lifted her up. He seemed to float over her body effortlessly. He stopped feeding long enough to whisper to her in an ancient tongue.

  He chanted louder and louder saying it over and over again, until it engulfed her soul. She closed her eyes and his voice pulsed throughout her body. Louder he chanted flashes of ancient cities and the origins of empires flooded her mind. She saw him in each vision unchanged and reaching his hand for her. A bright light filled the room and he plunged himself deep inside of her. She gasped and moaned from bliss that she had never felt before. She reached for his hand in her mind’s eye, as she did he whispered;

  “You are now mine for eternity.” She smiled as she felt the bindings release her with no help from his hands whatsoever. She wrapped her arms around him and took him inside her completely. He moaned and once again his fangs appeared, he violently bit her neck and she moaned in ecstasy.

  For the first time fear escaped her as death approached. Feeling her mortal life end she felt her teeth grow and her mortal soul escaping her body. They met their climax in each other’s arms and he said once more:

  “You…are, all mine.” He brushed the hair from her face as her lips formed a smile.

  The Stalker & The Psychopath

  Co-written by

  Cameron and Belladonna

  She stares off into the distance watching a mysterious man standing over a corpse, before she could go unnoticed. He ignores the corpse and hungrily eyes Belladonna’s delicious looking body while taking off his sunglasses. She smiles that evil grin and trails her sharp nails from her neck to her breasts. He licks his lips, and he stares into her eyes coldly as he slowly approaches, she grins and bites her lip waiting to see what’s behind those shaded thoughts.

  “My van is parked on the other side of the graveyard.” He says as he runs his hand through her long red hair. “Will you come with me?”

  Cameron asks, with no intention of hiding the carnal desire in his eyes. She walks to the van and makes sure he trails behind her stride to see the swank of her hips.

  Without his knowledge she grins that evil smile knowing that he has no idea what is in store for him in that van.

  The two head through the graveyard in silence. He lights a cigarette and is mesmerized by the walk of this strange and sexy girl. If only he knew the erotic thoughts that shaded her mind. Would he be up for it? Or would he run as fast as he could from the most interesting night of his entire life?

  “Will she be loud, will she scratch? Does she bite? Will she cry? Will she scream?”

  Cameron asks himself, in eager anticipation as he continues to eye her lustfully. Her tight corset dress shows off all the right curves in all the right places, she leans against his van and waits for his next move, will he be able to handle her? Or will he run in horror from the events he just partook?

  He flicks away his cigarette butt; tired of the anticipation, he can’t hold his urges back. He puts one hand on her waist and grabs her hair with the other. Pulling her head back slightly as he roughly kisses her neck. Belladonna smiles and trails her long pointed nails down the back off his neck, gasping with delight she urges him to bite as hard as he wants. Evil thoughts race through her mind, does he have the slightest idea of what she is? Anothe
r victim for the taking? We’ll see. Or maybe she’ll give him the dark gift. He has to earn it first.

  He bites her and holds her firmly to his body. His breath gets shorter; he slides the door of his van open; grabs her wrist and pulls her inside where he lays her on his bloodstained mattress.

  “You are so beautiful girl.” He says and ponders letting her live after he is done with her. As he bites her lips, her protruding fangs pierced his. Something that he wasn’t expecting. He pulled back in pain and gave a fierce look of anger. She smiled and laughed as he slapped her hard across the face. She was pleased with his anger, and fed off his energy. She reached for the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to her neck.

  “Feed.” She said.

  Confused and in pain, his mind rushes to his blood encrusted crowbar under the mat. No, he thinks, that will wait. Holding her down by her hair he tears at her corset. In a frenzy of lust he tears the strings as his blood drips from his lips onto her breasts. She’s already read his thoughts and is well aware of what he is up to after this erotic event. She smiles as she sees the desire in his soul to conquer and control another. She finds herself pleased.

  Belladonna whispers with an innocent voice of sexual undertones, dripping from the words that spill from her lips, “You can put it anywhere you want.” She grins with satisfaction as her canine teeth glow with his eyes.

  She grins and laughs because he finally gives her what she craves. She retracts her fangs and looks him deep into his eyes with an evil smile, spreading his legs and plunging her mouth onto his already firm cock. Determined to thrust it down as far as it will go, he closes his eyes and grabs her hair for what he thinks is utter control.

  “Damn girl.” He gasps as his eyes roll up in ecstasy. His mind falls apart; his mind subconsciously begins to feel that his life’s end is coming. After pushing her head down making her completely swallow his cock, he pulls her hair and slaps her across the face. She drives him into sheer madness; she will not fear him! He turns her on her stomach, kneels over her and raises her head with her hair.