Burke lay there on the bed. It was the
only position he’d found that did not immediately result in vomiting. He’d been
nauseous almost constantly since that night. In order to avoid dehydration, his
captor had set up an IV for him. He was tucked into a luxurious bed instead of
sleeping on a cold stone floor. A TV had been mounted on the wall and hooked up
to a DVD player. A wide selection of movies, games and books had been provided
for him. Anything he wanted, he had. The man was taking no chances of him losing
the child growing inside Burke’s body. He winced in pain as the child twisted
around.
“Good morning,” the man greeted him as
he entered the room. “I see you haven’t touched your food.”
“No. I’m not all that fond of reruns.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You know food that repeats on you.
It’s not all that great the first time around. I really don’t want to taste it
again.”
He shrugged and changed the IV bag. “I
would offer medication if I could. But there is no way to know how the child
would react to it.”
“Why me?”
“Normal humans generally do not survive
the conception process. Those that have, die in the first trimester with the
child. Signs indicated that one of vampire blood would be more likely survive
the process long enough to bear a living a child.”
“I hate you.”
“Your feelings toward me or the child
are irrelevant.”
“What is so important about this
child?”
He laughed, “Do you really think I’d
tell you that. I have read the list of things evil overlords should not do.
Spilling one’s ultimate goal to a prisoner is a big no-no.”
“What happens after?”
“The odds of you actually surviving the
birth are slim at best. If you
survive, you won’t be given back to the demon. His kind only mates with virgins
and you no longer qualify.”
“You won’t…”
“Rape you? No. I sacrificed my manhood
to my power before you were born.”
The man left the room and Burke was
alone with his thoughts. His stomach lurched and he rolled over to retch feebly
over a bucket.
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