Angela, Faith and Kaylee were coming back down the winding roads toward home in Angela's old truck and singing along to the radio at the top of their lungs when suddenly Angela saw a man step out into the road.

She slammed the brakes and swerved to avoid hitting him and collided with the rocky cliff line. The truck crumpled and the sound of crunching metal and painful screams filled the air.

Angela lifted her bleeding head from the steering wheel when she regained consciousness and looked over at Faith and Kaylee. Kaylee was just coming to as well with a large purple welt on her forehead but Faith was still unconscious and bleeding from her nose on the seat between them. Angela reached over and laid her hand on her, letting her energy flow into the little girl and fix her injuries.

"What happened." Kaylee groaned as she rubbed her forehead.

"There was a man in the road." Angela replied looking back at the road and seeing that it was empty. "I don't see him anymore... I hope I didn't hit him!" Angela and Kaylee got out of the truck and as Angela limped out onto the road, Kaylee helped Faith out of the truck and the girl clung to her neck.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Angela's not a very good driver and she ran us off the road." Kaylee replied lightheartedly.

"There's no one out here." Angela called out and Kaylee walked out onto the road to join her.

"No there's not." she replied. She looked over at the truck and winced. "I don't think anyone can fix that truck now... Not even my dad." Angela sighed.

"No, I don't think so either." she replied with sadness. Kaylee growled when an unfamiliar immortal scent reached her nose. She whipped her head around to the woods and saw five very big men walking out of the trees.

"What are they?" Angela asked and Kaylee shrugged. They looked like sub demons but they were much bigger than any sub demon Kaylee had ever seen. They were close to seven feet tall and covered in muscle.

"Do you have your gun?" Kaylee whispered and Angela shook her head.

"It's in my purse, in the truck." she replied and then she bent down and removed the two long silver knives from the straps on her legs. She handed one to Kaylee, who sat Faith down and hid the girl behind her.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Angela asked the men who had stopped about ten feet away and were staring at them.

"Victor sent us for you." one of the men said as he pointed at Kaylee.

"He can't have her." Angela replied and the giant subs grinned.

"Rotan would like you. He likes the big bones girls." the first man said again.

"How charming." Angela replied dryly.

"Kaylee!" Faith screamed and Kaylee and Angela turned in time to see Frances appear and grab Faith around the waist, lifting the struggling girl into his arms.

"Frances what are you doing?" Angela demanded.

"Protecting my own daughter." he replied coldly. "Do not fight us or I will have to kill this girl." he added, wrapping one arm around Faith's shoulders and the other around the top of her head, preparing to snap her neck. Angela and Kaylee shared a helpless look. Even if they could take out the five giant subs, there was no way they could do that and stop Frances before he killed little Faith.

"Throw your knives down." Frances said calmly and Angela and Kaylee knew they had no choice but to do what he told them. They tossed their knives down and stood still as the subs grabbed them. They tied silver cuffs around Kaylee's wrists and ankles, to weaken her and keep her from changing.

"Jake and Damien will kill every one of you." Angela spat and one of the subs laughed before bringing his fist down hard on her jaw. Kaylee saw that Frances flinched and looked angry at the assault but he did nothing to help stop it. Angela's chin dropped down to her chest as she lost consciousness.

"Goodnight, wolfie." the giant sub holding Kaylee said and then he punched her hard in the temple, and in her already weakened state, the blow was enough to knock her unconscious and turn her world black.

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"Angela is down in your dungeon, Kaylee is up in your chambers. Now give me my daughter and let us go." Frances said to Victor as they once again met in his office. This time Frances did not sit, he remained standing beside the door with Faith in his arms. The girl had stopped struggling against him and he was holding her cradled in one arm and propped on his hip.

"Who is that?" Victor asked pointing at the girl.

"My new pet. I found her today and had to grab her." Frances replied and Victor smiled.

"That would make you father proud." he said, too distracted with thought of what was waiting for him up in his chambers to notice that Frances was lying.

"Where is my daughter?" Frances asked again and Victor nodded.

"Of course." he said. He snapped his fingers and a sub demon walked into the room carrying Kimberly in his arms.

"Daddy!" she cried when she saw him and Frances felt relief flood him when he realized she was unharmed. The sub put her down and Frances scooped her up in his free arm as she clung to his neck.

"Are you okay, my darling?" he whispered and she nodded.

"I missed you, daddy." she said. "Rotan is scary... He kept showing me his knives."

"You are welcome to stay, Frances..." Victor said as he rose from his chair.

"No thank you. I think I have had enough." Frances replied and he turned quickly and carried his daughter and Faith from the room. His feet echoed loudly off the stone walls as he made his way to the door and once outside in the icy wind he knew where he had to go... He just prayed he would not get killed for his betrayal.

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Kaylee's body was so weak she could do little more than sit and lean against the stone wall that she was chained to. She saw the naked, mortal woman, chained and gagged, on the large four poster bed in the center of the room and wished there was something she could do for her.

She looked around the dark room. The walls and floor were stone. The floors were covered in ancient looking rugs and expensive, heavy furniture filled the empty spaces. The walls were covered in portraits of a man who looked just like Damien, only with darker hair. She assumed it was Victor

She tried to call out for Damien telepathically but it was like there was a wall in her mind stopping her from doing so. She had heard of people using spells on their homes to keep their guests from sending or receiving telepathic messages and she assumed that Victor must have the same spells here.

She heard footsteps coming toward the door and she pushed herself closer against the wall as a man, matching the portraits in the room, walked in. He was wearing tight leather pants that hugged his muscular legs, a loose white tunic shirt and a long black leather coat that slid across the floor as he walked.

"Hello, dear Kaylee. My name is Victor." he said in a voice that was so cold and full of venomous hatred that it made her blood freeze.

"What do you want from me?"

"Well you see, it would appear that my son loves you..." Victor shivered with disgust. "He gets those disgusting emotions from his mother. But that is not the point. The point is that my son has been a thorn in my side for over eight hundred years and I cannot kill him directly because the angels like him." Victor snorted as he eyed the naked woman in his bed and pulled off his coat.

"If I know Frances, and I do, he is already finding Damien and letting him know where you are. My son will come and I will be able to capture him and tied you both up together. What better way to make him pay for his years of disobedience than to make him watch you suffer? And then, once I've had enough of you, I will kill you and in doing so my son will finally die as well and the angels will not be able to do a thing about it because I will not have laid a hand on the abomination." Horror filled Kaylee at his words.

"You're crazy." she said, hoping her voice sounded braver than what she felt. "It won't just be Damien that comes. Jake, Kayleb, Hunter, my father.. All of them will show up and you won't stand a chance." Victor raised a brow and shrugged as he pulled off his shirt and Kaylee saw that every inch of his thick body was covered in the ancient demon scrip tattoos.

"They will all die." Kaylee turned her head as Victor pulled off the last of his clothes. She looked back at him when she heard him hiss and his eyes turned blood red as he stalked toward the bed and the mortal woman lying there.

"Leave her alone!" Kaylee screamed, pulling helplessly at the chains holding her.

"You will have your turn soon enough." Victor replied, though his voice was harsh with lust.

"Where are Angela and Faith, Victor? What have you done with them?" Kaylee demanded, hoping to distract him even as he lowered himself down on the bed. He turned to look at her and the lust filled expression on his face made her gag.

"Angela is with Rotan. Do not worry, he will take good care of her. I don't know who Faith is." He reached down to the terrified mortal woman's face and removed the gag from her mouth. Her screams of terror filled the room, rocking against Kaylee's eardrums and making her wince.

"I like to hear them scream for me." he said and Kaylee closed her eyes tight and turned her head as the smell of pain, fear and blood filled the air. She hoped that Angela and Faith were okay and she prayed that someone would find them soon before she suffered the same fate as the mortal woman in the bed.

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Angela could feel cold stone beneath her bare back and metal cuffs against her wrists and ankles. A musty scent filled her nose along with coppery aroma of blood. She tried to call out telepathically for Jake but for some reason she couldn't form the link.

She opened her eyes just a crack and saw a pair of red eyes staring back at her. Her eyes widened as she let out a yelp of shock and the man looking at her smiled coldly and stood up straight.

"Are you awake, my puppet?" he asked. Angela looked at the man with horror. His eyes were bright red and full of lust. He was very skinny. His cheeks were sunken in and his bones stuck out sharply. His black hair was slicked back smooth on his head and his teeth were sharpened to points behind his thin lips.

He was wearing tight leather pants that showed off his stick thin figure. He wore no shirt beneath his open black coat and black tattoos covered his sunken in body and his jutting out ribcage.

"Who are you?" Angela asked, forcing herself to look back up at his face.

"My name is Rotan." he replied. Angela looked around the room but she and Rotan were alone.

"Where are Kaylee and Faith?" she demanded. "Are they okay?" Rotan shook his head as he ran one long, sharp fingernail down her bare stomach. She looked down and realized she was wearing only her pink bra and her jeans. She tried to pull away from his touch as it sent shivers down her spine but she was bound too tightly to the stone table top.

"So typical of you lower beings." Rotan said coldly as he turned and walked over to the wall, which Angela realized, was covered in knives and other, much scarier, weapons that could only be called 'torture devices'. "You are concerned about your friends when you should be much, much more concerned about yourself." He walked back toward her with a knife shining in the candlelight from the chandelier above their head and Angela felt pure terror fill her.

"What are you going to do?" she demanded and he shook his head.

"Don't ask me questions you already know the answer to." he replied. "I always love the ones with extra meat on their bones." he added as he reached his hand out and ran his fingers gently over her stomach. "It give me so much more meat to cut through."

"My mate will kill you!" Angela said, fighting desperately against the metal chains on her arms and legs.

"Your mate does not scare me, nor does he concern me." Rotan replied as he ran his knife blade along his arm, leaving a thin line of blood. Angela watched in horror as his eyes rolled back with lust and a bulge appeared in the front of his pants. This guy was a freak!

"Jake Collins is my mate you sick bastard and he'll be more than happy to rip your head right off your scrawny shoulders!"

"Are you insulting me?" Rotan asked coldly. "Tsk. Tsk. Not a smart move when you are the one chained to a table and I am the one holding a knife. Your mate will never know that you are here. Try calling for help and you will find that you cannot. My father has safeguards in place so that we can have our fun and not have to worry about interference."

"Go fuck yourself." Angela spat. Rotan held the knife up and then brought the tip down and pressed it against the pale skin of her stomach. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as the tip of the blade pierced her skin.

"I find sex to be both primitive and unenjoyable. I get my pleasures in a much more fulfilling way." he replied with a sneer and then Angela forgot all about being strong as he began carving patterns into her skin with the knife blade and she screamed in pain.