The Mercenary's Obsession
18:29 Jul 19 2026
Times Read: 63
Chapter 1: Target Captured
October. 31st Halloween Night
Sealed away in a tower just as Rapunzel was, the interior brick walls and silver bars all around. A castle-esque view was a sight to behold. The black velvet curtains swayed in the wind as the balcony door slammed open and closed. Moonlight and stars sparkled above the pitch-black night sky.
Clouds moved along as time ticked away.
Her beauty shook him right down to his very core as he gazed upon her quivering, pouty, ruby red lips. Black mascara-stained tears were streaming onto her smooth, flushed cheeks. Her sobs produced the most perfect melody to his ears.
Black Ops mercenary Cayne Thorne grinned a devilish smile as he gently tapped the barrel of his 9mm Beretta against his caged trap. Frightened, with blurry eyes open staring at the branded weapon, Ophelia Sinclair, heiress to the Sinclair fortune, sniffled as she remained quiet, fully aware of her surroundings.
Ophelia sat bound and gagged on the wooden, creaky chair, as she watched Cayne wrestle out a cigarette and lighter from his leather jacket.
He tilted his head at an angle while he flicked open the lighter, but noticed how Ophelia was looking pitiful and chuckled,
"Oh, Lia, my beautiful Lia. You have absolutely no idea the lengths I had to go just to make you mine!"
At that moment, when Cayne spoke directly to her for the very first time and called her "Lia", she knew exactly who he was.
Ophelia gasped an inaudible sound and rocked back and forth, the chair screeching beneath her feet. Her tiny hands balled into fists, causing the handcuffs to rattle alongside the chair rests. Cayne lit his cigarette, bringing it to his mouth, and smirked, realizing that Ophelia had finally remembered him.
Since their last meeting at their senior graduation hosted by the California Institute of the Arts 10 years ago, this was the first time in a decade these former friends had been face-to-face.
Ophelia stared at Cayne, in utter shock, her supple lips over the rope that Cayne used to keep her gagged. She muffled, straining herself as she desperately tried to gnaw down with her pearly white teeth. Cayne sneers, charging to open the cage door with its key in an attempt to disway her. Immediately seeing his anger, she continues, knowing he would get his guard down. Before her beautiful skin could get scarred and damaged, Cayne flung open the door, his muscular frame towering over Ophelia's shadow. His Hazel Chesnut eyes fixated on her busty curves writhing in the pain. Her 36D breasts bounced in the sexy Prada cocktail dress she wore with her legs spread eagle from the leg cuffs, revealing to Cayne her lacy garter belt.
He danced his pierced tongue over his canines and bit down on his bottom lip, drawing a hint of blood. Eager to breathe in her toxic, rich-girl scent while he braces hold of the chair, leaning forward to meet Ophelia's agonizing face, using the gun barrel to lift her chin. As his lip bleeds, his voice menacingly teases her,
"Lia sweetie, you can't go anywhere. You're my little mouse in my trap. I'm the predator here-"
Cayne takes a deep breath after pausing, then exhales, "I waited ten years to show you exactly the kind of man you made me."
With his stare checking Ophelia up and down, Cayne lowered the weapon and instead reached into the pocket of his tactical techwear pants to pull out his Spetsnaz ballistic knife. A weapon he was extremely familiar with in his line of work. As he stepped closer to her, the more he could taste his vengeance. The bittersweet history between the two of them, they could not deny. From admiration to friendship, then chemistry to lust, leading down the path of betrayal, lies, and secrets. His memory flashed right before his eyes of their last precious moment, before everything spiraled out of control. Their winter formal in college, when Ophelia was eighteen, and Cayne was twenty. They consummated their bond by entering into a BDSM Dynamic and eventually became Dominant and Submissive.
Ophelia knew what she wanted: her primal urge to be ravaged by the man she admired for years. For her love to be tasted by his masculine energy. Cayne was intrigued by the woman he grew to worship. Her presence around him made him bold and dangerous. He knew that he couldn't pass up the opportunity to take her raw and make her his forever.
While stuck in his memory, Ophelia's whimpering sound finally snapped Cayne into the present. Her wrists were red from the handcuffs, her dress ruined by the dirt from the scuffling that occurred hours before her kidnapping. She realized Cayne was remembering the past. But seeing him inch towards her with the knife in his rough hands made her understand that she might not make it alive. Cayne's face was now in front of hers, his mouth bloodied from his bite, as he gently slid one hand down between her curvy thighs, while the other hand took the ballistic knife and grazed it slowly over her slender shoulder blades.
His fangs peeked out in rage and lust as the weapon reached her dress and quickly sliced each dress strap, exposing her bare, supple naked breasts.
His Hazel irises glowed red from his sexual instinct and vampiric hunger. He loved the view, and in his twisted mind, he would love more of what he'd do to break her down. The bulging blue-colored veins his vampire eyes saw pulsating around her busty bosom. Ophelia squealed into her gag, thrashing in the chair until she was able to gnaw the rope away from her mouth.
Cayne! Please stop! I know you hate me because of what I did. But you had it coming!
Moving back to see her finally able to remove the gag, Cayne hissed out loud,
I had it coming?! No, Lia, you took something meaningless and turned my life upside down! And because of you, I was falsely accused during our graduation, and my ass was tossed in prison. I was forced to become a monster in exchange for my freedom! It's because of you I am what I am! My sire turned me the night of my release and gave me a new lease on life. In other words, Lia babe, I'm immortal now."
Ophelia's eyes searched for some semblance of Cayne's soul but found nothing after he spoke.
He pulled up his shirt underneath his leather jacket to reveal a crested seal branded into his skin.
"Yeah, sweetie, that's right. I'm a vampire now! I was marked, and with the abilities I gained. I trained day in and day out. Not being able to die and having superhuman abilities with the skills. I was then offered a position as a mercenary. I received employment by a powerful client, so now my services were being used for private contracts. Who would've thought, right? It's one thing to learn about the existence of vampires. But it's a whole different ball game when you're a Vampiric Black Op mercenary."
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