Savage's Secret

22. Sacrifice 3

The rest of the night passed by without any disturbances. Accept of Sofia who would bring me some food and clean the rooms.

Maybe this was his way of keeping me alive. Locking me up in a room.

But when the next night came I was summoned again for the joint breakfast.

Sofia had brought me a new pair of revealing clothes and waited for me outside of the door.

I took a shower with the new conditioner than Sofia had given me and braided my long wet hair after wearing the small black shorts and crop top.
I wiped the mirror clean in the bathroom to look at myself while brushing my teeth.

My red and puffy eyes staring back at me from crying so many hours. Surrounded by black, caused by my lack of sleep.

I need to get out of here and fast or I will die from the sadness and darkness that is slowly taking over my mind.

"Dawn, hurry up! We'll be late!"

I quickly brushed my teeth and met with Sofia. Who quickly took my hand, dragging me along the hallway.

She left me in the same spot like the last time, which she had now told me was Savage's office.

I waited for him, fumbling with his bracelet. Remembering the way he had given it to me. His words resonating in my mind: "Mine."

A small shiver ran through my body. A warm and welcoming feeling.

I have to try something. Maybe I can get him into liking me and helping me to find my sister.

Pff, as if. Who am I fooling? This man has absolutely no feelings or mercy whatsoever. But I can't just stay here and let him play me for a fool.

The door opened slowly. Revealing Savage wearing black trousers and a dark grey button up shirt. His hair wasn't neatly combed but tousled around his face. He ran his fingers through them, which didn't help a lot in containing his locks. But it did show his expression of being in deep thoughts.

When his eyes met mine he released a deep sigh and said: "Follow me, slave."

This time I could keep up with ease. His strides were a normal slow pace. He still seemed to be in deep thoughts while talking to himself in an unknown language.

We arrived at the dining hall and took our places like the night before. He sat next to his brother at the end of the table while I stood behind him.

His brother started the conversation while looking me over. "Oh wow, I'm impressed! She survived so far."

I felt his eyes rooming my body and stood up. In the same second I was roughly held in his hands. Still looking at the floor, trying to escape his prying gaze.

One of his hands lifted my face upwards as he inspected my neck area from up close. Moving down to my wrists.
That's when I saw his eyes. Red! Like the ones I had seen in my dreams. He couldn't possibly be?!
"You didn't take her blood yet! Trying to outsmart me little brother? Anyway, doesn't matter... You'll have to soon enough."

"Don't touch what doesn't belong to you." Savage had already started eating, showing that he couldn't care less about his brothers opinions and statements.

I don't belong to anyone.

"Pff, whatever." He sat back down on his chair and started eating too.
"Maybe if you would bring her to The Midnight Club she would loosen up a little. And yourself for that matter."

"I might if you're not around, you always make me lose my appetite." With those words he stood up and sighed deeply.

Something is definitely bothering him tonight.

Savage started walking in big paces towards the doors. Leaving me, again!, speed walking like a maniac behind him. Too afraid to lose him and end up dwelling these eerie hallways alone.

Damn you and your speed! How can someone possibly be such a pain in the ass, without even talking to me?!

We walked down a few stairs and hallways until we reached two very large wooden doors. His hand rested on the doorknob for some seconds until he spoke: "Don't try to be funny and run, just stay close. I'm not in a mood to try and test me."

"Um, okay?" I answered doubtfully.

Why would I think it would be a funny idea to run? And are you ever in a good mood?
I rolled my eyes by just the thought of his moods.

The doors opened inwards. Bringing in a cold breeze of wind. Brushing against my skin leaving a trail of goosebumps.

•••

We had walked for what seemed like more than half an hour into the woods. At first I had felt somehow a little free. Breathing in the air, watching the world outside of their weird ancient castle.

The calmness that nature always brought to me. It brought me new strength and courage.

But after what seemed like at least half an hour walking into the dark night, my body started to feel numb and walking became harder and harder. Although even the nights were still warm, the cold wind was starting to take its toll on my body.

"Master?" My voice was shaky and soft. I wasn't even sure if he had heard me.
But I had to try something or I might just freeze to death.

"We're close." Was all I got as an answer and we continued walking.

After maybe two more minutes we arrived at a small clearing, where he stood still in the center. He turned around and watched my shivering frame under the moonlight.

"Come here." His eyes looked into mine intently. Watching me walk into the open space.

As I stood in the center I noticed big stones were placed all around like platforms and one bigger than all underneath our own feet.

His voice startled me. He was closer than I had realized, standing behind me. "In the past, this is where they brought their sacrifices."
He appeared on one of the higher platforms. "I have seen it a couple of times myself. Quite impressive it was."

"Witches." He was in front of me, his hot breath fanned my frozen face.

I couldn't move. Maybe out of fear or my freezing body being stuck to the ground.

"Wh-what?" Is all I could bring out shakily.

His arms wrapped around my back. Pushing my body suddenly into his. It was strangely pleasant and heated me up unsuspectedly.

"Ahh" the sound left my lips without my approval.

Damn it, I've got to keep myself together.

His lips traced my neck downwards. "You know, I could warm you up in ways you wouldn't have held possible."

"I... I'm not... I... ahh!" Words had left my mind all together. Making it so much worse when he traced his tongue along the soft spot next to my neck, sucking on the skin and scraping his sharp teeth over the same spot.

"Something is different about you and I'm going to find out what. Obviously you're not a witch or the stones would've lightened up by magic." He whispered in my ear. Heat went down my body, pooling at the center between my legs.

A growling sound vibrated from deep within his chest. "Your scent drives me insane..."

His touch suddenly left my body and he walked back a few steps with speed I couldn't follow with my eyes.

"Your blood will show me your deepest secrets, soon. I will find out. You're lucky that I'm unsure of my restraints when it would come to tasting you. Or I would've taken you right here." A smile crept unto his face, his eyes twinkled devilishly under the fragile light of the moon. Making him look all the more scary.

But for some reason my body still longed for his touch. It was wrong and I mentally fought against it like my life depended on it, taking up all of my last energy.

My vision slowly blurred while the low temperature together with these ridiculously revealing clothes and my still wet hair started to take its toll on my body. My knees gave in, but unfortunately my mind did not.
When I reached out with my hand and pleaded: "Pl-please Savage...?" Right before I passed out, hitting the cold stone platform hard with my head.