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Dedicated to Dee’s wild ass dreams. Here you go.

In Memory of

Princess Balina Elsya Strawberry

Gone but never forgotten.

Part One:

Elsa had lost track of how long she’d been in the captor’s custody. Since the moment she’d been snatched from the comforting embrace of her family and dropped in this hellish enclave, her only thought was that of survival. Kill or be killed was the name of the game, and Elsa had no intention of losing.

Huddled in the small darkened area of her enclosure the jailers had provided for sleep, Elsa cautiously inspected her prison, suspicious of the unnatural silence. Her fellow captives had been rowdy the previous night and inevitably, a fight had ensued. Knowing better than to become involved in matters that did not involve her, Elsa had managed to escape notice and hide from the scuffle. She had not, however, been able to hide from the sound. The violent screeching and pained cries had permeated through the shelter she had found sanctuary behind, and she’d had to stay on guard throughout the night least the violence find her. She had prayed for a cease in the aggressions of her cohabitants but knew from past experience no mercy would be found. 

Sensing no movement from the others, she slowly made her way out into the open. Evidence of the night’s misdeeds stained the floor in a splash of dark that raised the hairs on the back of her neck. By the amount saturating the ground, Elsa could only assume their numbers had decreased. As there was no body to be seen, she guessed the jailers had removed it sometime after the brawl but hadn’t bothered to clean up any further. Dread began to form in the pit of her stomach: A new hostage would arrive in the days to come. The pattern never deviated. When one of their numbers perished, the jailers would remove the lifeless body before replacing their ranks with another captive. These times proved the most dangerous she had found. 

Wary of each other, but willing to cohabitate in peace, a truce of sorts had been forged between hostages. That treaty was threatened any time a newcomer was added to their ranks. Elsa shuddered at the memory of the last addition to the group of prisoners and the horror that had ensued. The big brute had been wild-eyed and rambunctious from the start. Angry at his capture, he’d raged long and hard that first day before accepting his fate. 

At the time, their numbers had comprised entirely of small females so the addition of the big brute had stirred anxiety almost immediately, causing the group to give the newcomer a wide berth. Their apprehension had been justified as it turned out, as he’d bullied the group from the start. He’d restricted their access to the small amount of food and water provided by their captors; only allowing others to feed after he’d taken his fill. He’d claimed the most comfortable of cots as his own, effectively kicking out the previous occupant. 

Objecting to his behavior, one of the older captives had stood up to him and subsequently ended up being assaulted for her troubles. A shiver raced down her spine at the memory of the attack. The brute had objected to what he felt was a slight to him and had unleashed the full power of his fury on the poor soul until the life had almost left her frightened eyes. Covered in her blood, the monster had then mounted the poor beaten female for all to see. Her pained whimpers would be forever etched in Elsa’s brain. Each thrust of the brute’s hard cock in the bloodied female’s body had caused a visible shudder throughout the watching crowd, and more than one female captive had turned away in their horror. When he’d cum, spurting himself into the near-comatose body that lay battered on the floor, he’d leisurely pulled himself free, and strolled over to his cot. He’d then fallen asleep with a satisfied air that set her back teeth on edge. 

Life in their cage had only gotten worse at that point, the brute’s bullying only increasing in frequency. Belatedly, their captors had taken note of the brute’s aggression and removed him from the enclosure, but the damage had been done. The memory of his reign of terror staying with the group even after all this time.

Sighing at the memory, Elsa shook her head in an effort to bring herself back to the present as she skirted around the stained ground. Inattention could get a girl killed, and despite her present circumstances, Elsa had no intention of giving up on life just yet. With a quick look around to ensure she was alone, she made her way over to the large fountain housed along the periphery of her current home. The large cylindrical storage unit that held the only source of water in this place was bolted to one side of the prison’s walls, strapped high enough so the inhabitants could access the life-sustaining fluid, but not utilize the structure in any escape. As she neared, the scent of the stale water wrinkled her nose. The captors had not bothered to replenish their meager supply this week, and the little water left in the structure was beginning to sour. Making quick work of her morning routine, Elsa quickly made her way over to the small stockpile of rations the captors had left for them this week. As with the water, their food was running low. The already dry rations had taken on a hardened quality that made eating difficult. Knowing she needed to feed quickly before the others made their way over, she hastily devoured enough to satiate her hunger, before making her way back to the area she had claimed as her own. 

Part Two:

The days were long in her prison. With only the harsh light of fluorescent bulbs illuminating the enclosure and no natural light filtering in, she’d long ago stopped attempting to keep track of the progression of time. The only indication of days passing was the diminishing supply of food and water. The atmosphere had been tense since the bloody fight and tensions had only gotten worse when the captors had introduced the newcomer to their chamber. Everyone had been on edge at the size of this unknown in their midst. The only saving grace had been the replenishment of supplies the jailers had provided along with the new captive’s arrival. Elsa knew the male’s presence meant trouble. She recognized the dangerous glint in his eyes for what it was and went out of her way to avoid him. Unlike the brute before him, this newcomer didn’t bully the other captives. He didn’t have to. Memories of the brute before him left the others wary from the first. They left him a wide berth as he went about his day, whether it be going for his daily rations, or exercising in the small area provided by the jailers, the others huddled away. 

As time passed, so did their food and water supply. Already on edge, the diminishing amount of provisions had everyone jumpy. The air was thick with fearful anticipation. Already lethargic from lack of nourishment, she decided to avoid even her minimal contact with her fellow captives. Elsa had spent most of the following days conserving her energy and dozing on and off in her claimed area. Something was brewing, and she was determined to avoid the oncoming storm.

Heart pounding, Elsa awoke with a start. Screeching sounded from all around, cries of pain and rage echoed against the prison’s walls. Unthinkingly, Elsa jumped up from her huddled nap and ran from the safety of her hidey-hole to see where the threat had emanated from: And came face to face with the large newcomer. Dark eyes glinting with malice, the large fellow approached her with ill intent. Fear invaded her at his stalking approach and she fervently prayed for intervention, either from the jailers or one of her fellow captives. With a sinking feeling, she knew no such help would arrive. 

Backing away slowly from the beast advancing on her, Elsa took her gaze from the approaching threat in order to find an escape. With a sinking in her gut, she realized she was effectively trapped. The area she had claimed as her own, the spot she’d felt most protected, would now be her undoing. The beast in front of her blocked the only escape route and with the blood already matted in his hair, she knew she was not going to escape this unscathed.

His attack was quick when it came. One moment he was standing ominously, then next he was on her, pinning her smaller figure to the ground. Elsa struggled to remove his bulk from atop her, but he outweighed her slight form. With screams of fear, she thrashed from side to side, desperately bringing her limbs up to scratch at his eye. Swiping blindly, she managed a hit. The feel of flesh rending under her nails gave her a much-needed boost, and the fight in her increased in its intensity. The vigor of her attack was short-lived as her energy waned. The beast on top of her had monopolized what little supplies that had been available to them in the absence of their captors and the lack of proper nourishment had taken its toll on her energy levels. As hard as she struggles, the beast still held the upper hand. On her belly, Elsa was pinned to the floor with the beast on her back. His hot breath puffed angrily in her ears and with dawning horror, she realized his intent. 

The beast was planning on raping her. Already she felt his hard cock aiming for her unprotected center, just looking for the opportunity to invade her smaller body. With one last desperate rush, she managed to push out from under his weight and roll out away from him. Surprised from the sudden burst of motion from his intended victim, her attacker held still for a moment before, with renewed vigor, coming after her. Elsa had managed to make it to the center of her prison before the beast had managed to catch up with her. Screaming for help, desperation stole into her as the eyes of her cellmates refused to meet her own. Deliberately avoiding her. They were leaving her to her fate. Just as she’d left the others to theirs. She was truly alone. 

Without warning, the beast plowed into her from behind, causing her feet to fall out from under her. With nowhere to run, Elsa was effectively pinned to the floor, the beast’s considerable weight laying fully against her. Ignoring the grunts of effort from above, Elsa search desperately in the crowd for help. Any sign she wouldn’t have to endure the coming violation. 

The air wooshed from her lungs as, with a mighty shove, his large dick invaded her unprepared body. As he began to thrust, she stared around at the crowd, looking at the averted faces around hers. It wasn’t until she caught the gaze of the older female, the one who’d been violated last time that the desolation that had caused her paralysis lifted. That soulful gaze held her own as the beast continued to thrust again and again into her body. Something snapped inside of Elsa at that moment. All the anger and fear of her incarceration, the hunger from her jailer’s neglect, everything. A red haze fell over her in that one moment of eye contact. 

With a strength she would never have credited herself with, Elsa rolled away from her attacker as he withdrew for his next thrust. Without giving him a chance to react, she used the only weapon at her disposal. Her own body. Scratching at his thick skin, Elsa leaned into his neck and bit deeply, not stopping until she tore through flesh. 

Elsa was blind to all other sensations, not the blood gushing from his throat into her mouth, not the feeling of his skin as her teeth gnawed through, not even feeling the limbs that clawed at her. Scratching and grabbing, she held deep and bit again and again. Elsa was lost to everything but the feel of his warm blood saturating her body. Again and again, she bit deep. She wasn’t sure when it happened, but suddenly she was swallowing after each bite. Her starved body relished the feeling of incoming nourishment, despite the source. As her small teeth ripped into the still struggling body, she became aware of the others who’d joined her in her cannibalistic feast. 

Time had no meaning; right and wrong didn’t exist. Only feeding the hunger his attack had triggered. The all-encompassing hunger and the desperate need for survival were all that remained. The captives fed and fed, glutting themselves on the fresh meat after an eternity of hunger until only remnants lay where the predator once stood. 

Epilogue:

Several months later

Whistling a jaunty tune, Ethan let himself into the shop. Sundays were usually slow at The Pet Emporium, and if he finished cleaning out the cages and feeding the animals early, he would probably be able to make a dent into his homework before the customers started coming in. He had an English assignment due this Tuesday and he’d been so busy trying to get into Melissa Heath’s pants, he’d totally neglected his studies. Bringing his right hand up to his nose, he inhaled deeply and smiled. Worth it. After opening up the window shades and turning on the overhead lights, he made his way over to the service desk. The owner, Mr. Rodgers, usually left a to-do list for him when he covered on Sundays. Since the store was closed on Mondays, the list was usually insignificant and he could knock it out quickly.

Ethan, 

 Nothing new to add to the list, but 

make sure you clean out the hamster

and gerbil cages. I know they are scheduled 

for Saturdays, but we needed to close up 

early yesterday and I wasn’t able to get to 

them. 

Also, I might need to stay out of town until

Tuesday, so if that happens, I’ll need you to

come on Monday to check on the animals. 

I’ll call you and let you know for sure.

Thanks again

R Rodgers

Ugh, Ethan thought in disgust. He hated cleaning out the rodent cages. Cute as those fuckers might be, they smelled awful and could be vicious as hell. At least he had the chance for some overtime tomorrow he comforted himself bracingly. 

Making his way over to the glass structure that housed the small animals sold at the Pet Emporium, Ethan frowned at the smell. These things really need to be maintained daily, or the odor really started to overwhelm. The spot of red on the wood chips lining the structure had him frowning. As he leaned in closer he noted the half-eaten body of another hamster. 

“Fuck, not another one,” Ethan muttered under his breath. “Princess Elsa strikes again I see.” Heading back to the cash register, he grabbed a couple of plastic bags and a small kitty litter scoop they used for such occasions. As he carefully lifted the enclosure’s lid, he kept an eye out for the vicious little thing that kept killing her roommates. 

He kept telling Mr. Rodgers she needed to be separated from the others, but his boss wasn’t convinced the small white haired rodent was the one at fault, never mind the blood staining the furry creature’s coat. 

His boss had often said “Once they make a kill, the entire gang will jump in on the action. Princess Elsa just has the misfortune to be light-colored, so the blood stands out against her pale coloring.” Ethan wasn’t so sure. Ever since the new hire had accidentally placed an adult male in the female enclosure some months back, the once standoffish animal had become aggressive. The damn thing had even tried to bite him when he’d gone to replace their bedding. If it were up to him, he’d just snap the little rodent’s neck and be done with it. 

Sighing, he scooped up the body and dropped it into his bag. Picking up the blood-stained wood chips as well, Ethan kept an eye out for the little menace. As he suspected, the creature was hiding under the plastic hutch they’d left in there to brighten up the small area. And of course, the object of his suspicions was nestled quietly in her nook, covered in blood. 

The End

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Nadia Michelle is the pseudonym for a serious fangirl who is looking for new ways to stalk her favs. She writes cheesy stories that vary from over the top ooey-gooey romance, to dark little tales that might leave you wondering if she is going unmedicated… again. She likes her stories, so who knows? You might too.

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