My Companion

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I wasn't expecting to wake up, I kind of hope that I wouldn't, but I did. I couldn't tell what time it was because my windows were blacked out. I tried to move but I hurt everywhere. When I tried to move my arms I realized I was tied to something. I could barely move at all. I managed to roll over slightly and I saw him there next to me. Sleeping like he didn't just drink my fucking blood. I wish I could kick him. If I had a stake or something I would jam it right up in his freaking skull. I don't have any of these things. I am going to die, and no one will know. I feel helpless and completely hopeless. Nothing I can do now. It's too late. Guess I will cry myself back to sleep. Please don't let me die.

"MM..Hello my beautiful girl. I hope you slept well. I have never felt better personally. You are so amazing." Clay said, stroking my cheek lovingly when I woke back up again. I wanted to vomit. He still had my dry crusty blood on his face, neck, and chest. I just stared at him. Picturing him exploding into flames or something painful. Whatever happens to these dickheads when they die. "Oh, Let me untie your hands my love."

"Don't! Ever! Call! Me! That!" He untied me and I couldn't move my arms. He took my arms holding them tenderly. I glared at him as he massaged and kissed my arms. I hate him. He grabbed me and pulled me close to him. I started to feel dizzy, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

"Sorry I got a little carried away last night, but I will fix you." I couldn't focus, everything was blurry. I felt something touch my lips. Ugh...it tastes gross. I try to move my face so he can't put it in my mouth. I start choking and gagging. I can see again just in time to see him lick his wrist where the blood was coming from. "You are going to have to swallow, Kay" He winked at me like this was a great time to make a dirty joke. I tried to not swallow the blood but he forced me too.

"I think I am going to throw up. I need to go to the bathroom please. I feel sick." He smiled down at me. He got out of my bed, and carried me to the bathroom. He turned on the shower, and laid me in the tub. I feel weak and sick. He washes my body, and gets all the dried blood off me. He sets me up and washes my hair. He moves my hair out of my face. "You are so beautiful. I will take care of you forever.

He talks to me about stupid shit that I don't pay attention to. Something about people using too much fragrance and it hides a person's natural scent. It makes finding people more difficult. I just stare at the wall. He goes and gets my toothbrush and toothpaste. The ass brushes my teeth. He got water in his hands and held it so I could rinse my mouth.

"Now you're all clean. Do you feel better?" He moves my head to face him. "Do you feel better?" He moved my head up and down like I was nodding yes. "Let me get you a towel, and then we will get you dressed." He towel dried my hair and then wrapped me up and carried me back into my room. He dressed me and soon I was able to sit up without falling. "There, look at you sitting all by yourself." He actually sounded proud of me.

"I could sit just fine yesterday, and I was even able to walk!" My voice was dripping with sarcasm and rage. He gave me a warning look.

"Well soon you'll be able to do even more than that. You should be thanking me for giving you this gift. You will be with me forever, and then we won't even have to worry about that stupid mutt taking you from me. Soon he won't want anything to do with you. Then you will be all mine." I don't know what he is talking about, and I don't care either. "See if you can move your arms and hands now." I could move them all now, but I was still really weak. He continues to talk nonstop as I come up with a plan. It is risky, and if Peter isn't home it won't work.

"Can I smoke?" He gave me a disappointed look. "What you know I smoked?" I am really hoping Peter is home and looks out his door. I think Clay is why he was yelling at me at the store now, but he just scared me. He didn't warn me, he just yelled at me.

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