Outcast

Chapter 3

I was now in my new bedroom, bored. I was instructed to stay here and wait for Lord Grayson. However, I was hell bound on everything around me. I wanted to pull my hair out. Being dubbed a fucking sex slave in a world full of fucking monsters is not okay. I'm terrified, and all by myself. What was the point of living? I was just going to be raped over and over again. That will all cause pain, emotionally and physically. I can end the suffering. I can end it all right now. There was no where to go, no where to hide. I knew nothing about this place.

I cried getting off my bed, ripping the sheets off as well. I quickly notted the sheets together making a strong rope. I cried harder thinking of what I was doing. I wiped my hard flowing tears and picked up the rope made of sheets. The chandelier looked pretty sterdy. That was where I was going to set it.

I grabbed the little chair in the corner of my room and put it right under the chandelier. I stretched up tying the rope, making it nice and steardy. I put my head through the hole of the sheets, I created. I took a deep breathe shaking my hands off. I was scared. Scared of death and what it brought. But I had to be brave, because the only way this hell would end is if I were dead.

I closed my eyes, still crying and breathing in control. This was it, the end of my life. I kicked the chair knocking it over. Automatically I hung struggling to gasp for air. Strangling finding nothing to pull me out. I was drifting. Slowly away from reality, and that's when it went black.

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Third Person

With Hunter's still body hanging in the air, the room was silent. Until the door knob started to twist. The door opened and Lord Grayson walked, following him were two of his body gaurds. For some odd reason he didn't seem shocked at all. Seeing Hunter's lifeless figure got no reaction from him. He simply looked annoyed.

"Fetch her body and bring her to my room." He instructed the guards, and they willingly obeyed him. Lord Grayson left the room leaving his gaurds to work.

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Grayson had been staring out the window, deep in thought. No matter what he was doing he always seemed so confident. Proud almost of his life. His perfect blue eyes turned to concentrate on the young lady laying on his bed. He marched over to the bed, sat on the edge located by Hunters feet. Due to his superb hearing his ear wiggled. He heard a heart beat increasing in speed. Suddenly Hunter bolted up breathing heavily. Her eyes were wondering around, trying to recognize where she was. But she had never been there before.

"Where am I?" Her eyes fixed on Grayson.

"I beg your pardon."Grayson looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Where the hell am I? I didn't stutter." She magnified her attitude.

"You will do your best to talk to me with respect. I am your Lord now." Grayson grabbed hold of her wrist with obvious rage in his tone. Hunter tried to wiggle out but Grayson tightened his grip.

"Let me go you bastard." Hunter spat. Grayson reluctantly removed his hand from Hunter standing up.

"Take off your clothes." He ordered her.

"Excuse me?" She jumped at the topic change.

"Take off your clothes. Did I stutter?" He was mocking me now.

"I will not take off my clothes for you." She spoke as Grayson stood from the bed and began pacing back and fourth.

"You are speaking like you have a choice." Grayson stopped moving and faced her. It was clear he was getting angrier. Hunter's lips parted as if she was going to say something, but Grayson cut her off. "I suggest you do as I say because I assure you that it will only take me half a minute to drain you of your blood."

"I already tried to kill myself, so you doing it won't make a difference." Hunter sassed back. Now that she thought about it why wasn't she dead?

"You don't die until I say you die, understood?" Grayson clenched his jaw. Hunter furrowed her eyebrows. "Now, take it off."

Hunter hesitated but then started to take the straps of her dress off. Shyly she stepped out of it. Now she stood, cautious of her body. Her black laced bra and matching black underwear, out there for Lord Grayson to see.

"Happy?" She managed to work up the courage to speak.

"Very." Grayson slowly moved forward to close the gap between them. He started circling her, looking her up and down. His plot to intimidate her was working.

"You know," he paused and stopped moving behind her. "You have really nice hair."

Grayson swept all of Hunters hair to one side of her neck. He then took hold of her neck, and tilted it to the side to reveal the bare skin on Hunter's neck. He was so close to Hunter that she was terrified of what he would do. She thought that maybe he would touch her; a part of her didn't wanted him too, but of course a part of her wanted him too. Hunter's heart rate increased, beating faster at the touch of Grayson's lips brushing her neck. Grayson opened his mouth revealing his fangs,making it seem like he was going to bite her.Hunter started to breathe rapidly, suddenly Grayson was playfully licking her neck. He burst out laughing. He was teasing her.

"I'm just playing around." He smiled victoriously, and slapped Hunter's bare butt. "Get out." He nodded to the door.

"You are a bastard. Fuck y..." Hunter started but a slap across her face knocked her on her bottom, and interrupted her sentence. She pulled her hand to her face,holding the side of her face that had been hit. She was crying but silently.

"That is the third time today, that you have disrespected me. That's not the way it works here." Grayson said, talking down to Hunter on the floor. Hunter was shocked by his actions. "Get up. You are sleeping in here tonight."

Grayson gave Hunter a smug look, then a sight of passion showed, but was gone instantly. He turned and walked out the room. Hunter let out the breathe she had been holding in, and sobbed holding her cheek. I made it worse. She thought. I can't do this. I can't.