Captive

Party time

"Both her Radial and Ulna bones are broken. Did you want me to heal her?" The lady says, staring at Kayn.
    "No. Cast her up and have her deal with it. No medication either."
    "She won't be able to do much for six to eight weeks."
    "It is fine." He growls out at her.
    "Why even bother calling me for a measly human?" A smirk spreads over her thin lips.
    "That is none of your concern, Adriana." He side eyes her.
    "Oh come one K." She pouts. "Here I was, thinking that you liked me."
    I look between the two holding my arm. It throbs, pain shooting through me every other second. I clamp my jaw tightly trying not to scream at them from the pain.
    "Whatever." She feigns hurt, a smile quickly washing over her face.
    She grabs some supplies from her tote and skips over to me. Her short curly blonde hair bouncing with the childish movements. She starts to handle my arm, pain shoots through me and I cry out. Her round hazel eyes peer up at me beneath thick lashes. A frown pulling at her lips.
    "Sorry dear this'll be painful since the monster won't let me give you meds or anything for the pain."
    Kayn growls a warning behind her. She doesn't even flinch at his tone, continuing to wrap my injured appendage. He called her right after the events in his office took place. Stating that an x-ray needed to be done and that she needed to come and treat me. Adriana came within the hour halling in a portable x-ray machine and a tote of medical supplies. She got to work immediately. Kayn snapped both of the bones in my arm with a squeeze of his hand. Why did I have to open my mouth? What did I think would happen? A sharp pain shoots through me and I yelp.
    "Ow." I grit through my teeth
    "Sorry, we're almost done sweet thing."
    She finishes up the casting process, putting my arm in a sling. Looking at her completed work, she nods her head in approval. She gathers up the supplies and walks back to the tote where she throws the stuff in and closes it. She sits on the lid and crosses her legs to look at Kayn. He doesn't give her a side glance. His eyes fixated solely on me.
    "Anything else master?"
    He looks at her with disgust causing her to bend over laughing. He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms at the absurdity. All I can do is gawk at the scene before me. I have never seen anyone act this way around Kayn. Eventually she is able to collect herself, wiping away tears from laughing so hard.
    "Come on K, don't look at me like that. It's too easy to mess with you." She beams at him. "With her healing, she needs to be in the sling for at least five days. When she sleeps her arm needs to be elevated by pillows. Here are some pain meds if you change your mind about it" She hands him a pill bottle.
    I lean back on the couch looking at the ceiling. My body is drained. The physical pain has taken its toll on me and I have no energy for anything. It's excruciating having this pain coursing through me the whole time. Him forcing me to go through this without medication is cruel. I shouldn't expect anything less of him, afterall he seems to love seeing me in pain. It's a fight trying to keep my eyelids open, they feel so heavy. Pulling closed against my wishes.

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    Restless sleep. Tossing and turning, waking periodically in a dazed state, pain coursing through me before darkness pulls me back under. Eternity of darkness, pain and exhaustion. Blurred visions of Kayn haunting me, never pulling into focus but always looming. He feels so close, like he is taunting me. A nightmare to be chased away. If only I had someone to chase my monsters away for me.
    My eyes flitter open, my vision unfocused. I groan, sitting up rubbing my eye with my right hand. Groggy is an understatement of how I feel. The pain in my left arm pulls me to reality, looking down at the pile of pillows below my casted arm. I'm in my room, stark naked with the blanket and sheet piling around my hips. How'd I get here? The last thing I remember is being on the couch. I must've fallen asleep from the exhaustion of the night.
I run my hand over my face before getting up. My arm aches, throbbing with my heartbeat. I walk over to the closet and slide it open, my uniform is nowhere to be seen. There is absolutely no clothing. I furrow my brows trying to figure out what to do. My eye catches on my sling hanging on the handle of the door. A note tucked into the fabric, I pull it out reading the contents.
Come to my room, my little pet.
I grimace, crumpling the paper up and tossing it in the trash. A his off pain pulls from me as I adjust my arm in the sling. My feet drag as I make my way to his room. Alex looks at me in disgust before climbing the stairs. I roll my eyes before knocking on Kayns door.
"Enter." His deep voice is buffered by the door.
Deep breath, I push the door open revealing Kayn sitting at his desk. He has a glass of red liquid swirling in his grasp. His focus on papers spewn about the dark wood surface. I close the door behind me and stare at my toes. Seconds pass, stretching uncomfortably as I bite the insides of my cheeks. He turns to face me finally, the feeling of his eyes roaming my body makes my skin crawl. Without a word he gets up walking towards me. He grabs my right hand and pulls me to follow him. Approaching the bed there lies a simple black dress, a lace piece of underwear, a black and red bra, and a red leather piece. A collar.
He lifts the straps of the sling and pulls them over my head, my hair rising and falling with the motions. Grabbing the underwear he motions me to step into it. The soft material slides over my calves and up my thighs. Fingers skim my hips as he pulls them over my ass. I look at the floor as he grabs the bra. He guides my arms through the straps before fastening it at my back. The dress is next, he holds the bunched dress at my knees, a silent order I obey. Slipping the fabric up my thighs and to my stomach where I push my arms through the short sleeves. Once the fabric is sitting on my shoulders he turns me around and zips up the back of the dress. Metal hitting metal jingles in my ears. The leather presses against my throat as he notches the collar, rotating it to be in position. He grabs my shoulders and turns me around to face his chest. An intricate purple vest over a black button up shirt greets my vision. He loops the sling over my head pulling my hair from beneath the straps. His figure moves from me, footsteps retreating before coming toward me again. Hand wrapping around my calf, he pushes my foot into a black leather boot, zipping it up and repeating the process before standing. Fingers press under my chin pulling my gaze to his emerald eyes.
"Guests will start arriving soon. You will go down to the basement and help Stella prepare blood for them. Then you will return to my side."
"Yes master."
He releases me and I leave the room. As I close the door behind me I hear faint weeping coming from the basement. I furrow my eyebrows taking the steps down. Light seeps from the room I was kept in, internally I cringe. Knocking on the door I wait. Stella opens the door, blood splattered across her face and dripping down her cheeks. I bristle at the sight, shock washing over me. Behind her I see some naked women chained against the wall and one on the table that is elevated at a harsh angle. The woman is hung upside down, her eyes dull and lifeless as blood cascades down her face from her slashed neck.
My eyes widen, breath catching in my throat at the gruesome sight. I feel the blood drain from my face. Kayns words repeating in my mind, 'help Stella prepare blood for them.'. I didn't give them a second thought. My hand slaps over my mouth as bile threatens to spill, it brings me to my knees. Clutching my stomach, my breathing becomes ragged, vision blurring. Hands grab at my shoulders, shaking me. The blood stains my mind as it races and spins, pulling in different directions. Gentle fingers caress my cheeks, soothing in a way that slowly pulls me from my spiraling state. I look up into golden brown eyes. They are overtaken with worry.
"Rose.. Rose, concentrate on me. Breath."
    She inhales through her nose then out through her mouth. Repeating, until I finally follow her lead. My breathing is shaky and I still feel nauseous. Her head swings looking up the stairs. Eyes drifting to the stairs I see Kayn standing at the top peering down at me. He leans against the wall, a mischievous smile plucking at the corners of his lips.
"I knew you would not be able to handle it. Surely was entertaining though." He pushes off the wall gliding down the stairs. "Get back to work Stella."
She obediently nods her head, disappearing back into the room. Kayn grabs my hair pulling me up with a hiss of pain coming from me. Grabbing the loop of my collar, he guides me back upstairs and into the living room. He plops onto the couch pulling me onto his lap. His chest presses against my back causing me to stiffen slightly. My hair slides through his fingers, swirling the ends before letting them go. A knock at the door turns my head to the foyer. Celeste pulls the door open greeting the guests in a low curtsy before moving to the side.
Three figures push through the doorway. A tall man with blonde hair that cascades down his broad shoulders. His suit jacket a deep blue that compliments his dark orange button up shirt, a black bowtie wrapped around his collar. His pants match his suit jacket, pulling down his long legs to his shiny, obsidian dress shoes. To his right is a shorter woman with long pin straight, black hair that reaches her shoulders. She slithers from her leather jacket, shoving it into Celeste's chest without a single word. Her shirt has long sleeves with a very revealing chest area. Three straps are buckled, keeping the shirt together. One at her neck. One across the middle of her busty chest that is covered by a black bra. The final one at the bottom of her ribs. Two straps come from under the shirt to cross over each other, wrapping around her waist and disappearing under her skirt. It is a high waisted skirt that has a zipper going up the middle of it. She has fishnet stocking covering her thick thighs going down into her platform, leather boots. She pulls on a leather strap connected to the collar of the third figure. He stumbles forward, his shorter brown hair covering his face that is lowered. His shirt is a plain white button up tucked into some black pants. They make their way over to us.
"Kayn!" The man greets.
"Dominic."
They sit down on the couch either side of Kayn. The woman guides the man with the collar onto the floor in front of her. She runs her fingers through his hair, pulling at the ends as she looks around the room. I stare at the ground trying not to focus on the pain emanating from my broken arm. It throbs and I just want the pain to go away. This healing journey will feel like an eternity at this rate. My thoughts drown out the conversation Kayn and the other two have focusing on the floor. The patterns of the wood tiles are intricately cut and put together, flowing over the floor and under the various furniture pieces.
A hand snakes over my bare thigh pulling my attention to the left. Near black iris' stare back at me. They lack emotion, a contradiction to the beaming smile tugging at her lips.
"And who might you be?"
I blink at her anxiety building. What should I do? Can I speak to her? Kayn pushes her hand off of me.
"Her name is Roselyn, but you can keep her name off of your tongue because you need not talk to her."
Her eyes drift up to Kayn. "Harsh."
"A new play thing?" Chimes in Dominic.
"A pet he's taken a liking to? How unusual." The woman taunts.
"What can I say? With blood as sweet as hers, I want her by my side so I can take a sip whenever."
"You must give me a taste if it is that delectable." The woman tilts her head looking at me.
"I do not share. You, of all people, should know this Kate."
"That was when we were little though."
"Nothing has changed. What is mine is just that, mine."
"Didn't he take your jaw for trying to snack on his prey?" Humor laces Dominic's tone. My eyes widening at the info.
"He did, but I say he got what was coming to him after his dad found out." She leans back, placing her legs over her mutts shoulders. "How long did he starve you for?"
"Three weeks." Kayn says casually.
His fingers brush the skin of my neck, causing a shiver to play down my spine. My gaze falls to my lap, zoning out again. Guest after guest arrive, each wearing their own unique style. Few wear bright colors but the majority wear dark clothing. Some of the purebloods drag along their personal mutt, clothed in simple garments or very skimpy clothing, all being dragged around by leashes. Other vampires show up with a human as a party gift, and some show up alone. I watch as one after another come to greet Kayn, wishing him well and making small talk before wandering about the mansion conversing with others. The dining room acts as a dance floor for the vampires, instrumental music plays as they elegantly sway to the rhythm. Dancing with the fluidity of a court dance. Switching partners throughout the songs. The purebloods indulge themselves on the blood liquor and the fresh blood procured by Stella. Others feed upon the humans brought as food items.
Throughout the time I've been sitting on Kayn's lap my mind has wandered back to what I witnessed in the basement. Remembering the splatters blood across the delicate skin of Stella's face. Each time I have to force my thoughts away from those images, filing them into the recesses of my mind.
I look from side to side, taking in the creatures around me. On the couch are various women surrounding Kayn and I, trying to get chummy with him. Throughout his greets he shifted me to face him, making me straddle his lap. My uncomfortability skyrockets with the close proximity and his hand resting on my thigh. The woman to our right runs her hand over his thigh. Fingertips brushing the skin of my thigh. They skim past my ass, I stiffen at the contact. She presses close to him wrapping her arms around his neck, whispering into his ear. Her full lips moving with her hushed words, pale skin glowing in the dim light. Long strands of hair are coiled into two evenly parted buns with wispy bangs falling just above her eyebrows. The laced collar of her dress fits snuggly around her neck plunging down to meet the bust, which covers her modest chest. The lace covers the majority of her shoulders meeting the sleek black fabric of her long sleeves that drape at her wrists. The dress itself molds to her body, accentuating her curves. The slit in the dress at her upper thigh exposes her long leg that presses against mine.
The hand on my thigh tightens, pulling my attention to the smirk on Kayns lips. The woman presses her lips to his neck before whispering in his ear again, nipping at it. He stands. My legs instinctively wrap around him, my arm shooting to his back to stop my fall. He grabs my waste prying me from him. He turns back to the woman holding out his hand.
"Join me for a dance then."
She gladly takes his hand standing to follow him.
"Stay." He commands, looking at me.
I nod my head sitting on the ground in front of the couch. I lean against the tv stand looking down into my lap. Chatter feels my ears along with the instrumental music that swirls in the air. The tempo of the music slow, violins painting the forefront while a harp plucks its cords accompanied by various other stringed instruments. It sounds like a lover calling to someone lost to time, broken and crying to the world. I lose myself to the music drifting to a place far from here. Thinking of my time in school, blue eyes, blonde flowy hair that I'd die to run my fingers through. The freckles that dotted her cheeks in mesmerizing chaotic patterns. Her smile, her laugh, always pulling me in. Forbidden, now to be forgotten. Harley had been on my mind for years, I sat on the sidelines watching her grow as a person. Tonight's the first night since being sold that my mind has wandered to her. I will never see her again.
Something pulls at my collar, snatching me back to reality. Emerald eyes look down at me, his hand tugging me to stand. As I stand, something wet slides down my cheek.
"Why are you crying, you pathetic thing." He huffs.
"My arm hurts, master." My lie comes quickly.
He rolls his eyes pulling my collar for me to follow him. We leave the living room taking the steps upstairs. He pushes the door to his office open, walking to his desk and grabbing a pill bottle off the desk. Spinning around he opens the top and grabs a pill, handing it to me. He looks at me expectantly and I look down at the white medicine in my palm.
"Master, I need water to take it."
"Forget the water, go fetch some tequila. Come find me when you get back up here."
I nod leaving the room. Laughter and chatter come from the game room three doors down from his office as I close the door. My boots strike the wood with each step I take down the stairs. Music plays as the people dance. There is a vampire in the hallway feeding from one of the humans, pressing her against the wall. I pass them entering the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of blood tequila from the liquor cabinet that's placed by the fridge. As I close the door there's a figure to the right of me.
"Mmmm a meal has delivered itself to me I see." The feminine voice comes out a bit slurred.
She takes a clumsy step closer to me. I back up a bit, my grip tightening around the bottle trying to prepare myself. She halts, a look of disappointment flitting across her face as she looks at my neck.
"My mistake, you are someone's plaything."
She bumbles her way away from me, her words spark anger in me. She's right, I am just a plaything to be used and abused. As I reach Kayns office I knock on the door. No answer. I walk to the next door cracking it open to see purebloods lounging on couches talking, drinking and watching tv. No Kayn. I move farther down the hallway, passing the half bathroom and arriving at the open game room door. There are some vampires on the couch talking while the tv casts light on them. Behind them are 4 purebloods surrounding a pool table. Kayn bends over the table and strikes the cue ball with his pool stick, pocketing a solid green ball at the center right. His eyes catching mine before pocketing a solid red ball at the back left corner. I walk over to his side, holding the bottle of liquor to my side. He grabs it, twisting off the cap.
"Take the pill."
I pop the pill into my mouth without hesitation. He pushes the lip of the bottle to my mouth, tipping it. My brows furrow.
"Drink."
The putrid liquid glides over my tongue coating my throat. I take a few swallows before he lowers the bottle. I grimace at the taste. The punch of alcohol causes me to close my eyes, a shudder racking my body. I open my eyes to see Kayn looking at my lips. Fingers brush them, collecting the tequila still on my bottom lip. I swallow trying to rid my tongue of the taste, looking to the pool table. He brings the bottle to his lips taking long swigs of the red liquid. Handing me the bottle he continues his match of pool. After what feels like ten minutes my head starts to feel a bit fuzzy, the world shifting a bit. I wet my lips, filling my lungs with a deep breath. Pool balls hitting draws my eyes to see black ball rolling into the bottom left corner pocket.
"Damn." One of the men playing pool groans.
"Bring the paperwork within the week, I want to go explore my new win." Kayn smirks.
Kayn puts the pool stick up before venturing to the card table to the left of the room. He sits down at the table, I stand behind him lowering my head. Snapping fingers catches my attention and I walk forward, the bottle is grabbed from my hands. The lip of the bottle presses against his lips, Adam's apple bobbing with gulps before he places it on the table. He grabs the cards that have been dealt to him, leaning back in his chair. I watch as game after game the vampires bet, fold and lose. Kayn never loses when he bets, he is very smart about how he plays, either that or he's cheating somehow. My mind swirls from the alcohol and trying to figure out how the game is played. After multiple games I am still as clueless as when I first began to watch.
Through the games he has called Alexandrea multiple different times to grab more alcohol for him. He's finished three bottles by himself and still drinks from the fourth one. He places his cards down on the table looking at the last one playing.
"If you win you can have this one." He points to me.
She contemplates eyeing me up and down, a smile stretching across her lips.
"And if you win, what would you like?"
"I want some of the profit coming out of one of your casinos."
"How much is some?"
"Ten percent."
"Ten percent for a human?"
"She's a virgin, and a descendent of Adeline Lockhart."
The woman raises her brow. "Deal."
She shows her hand and he shows his, she places her head in her hands in defeat.
"I will procure the paperwork and bring it over." Her words come out quietly.
"Don't keep me waiting too long."
All eyes are on the table watching the scene that had just unfolded. Kayn pushes himself up out of his chair.
"Come pet, let us go to the pool."
He grabs the half emptied bottle and walks out of the room, I follow behind him. I watch his movements, they are more sluggish and sloppy than his usual elegance. We make it down the stairs and he walks through the parting sea of vampires to the sliding glass doors. Stella is pouring some blood into a guest's cup when she sees us walking over. She bows to Kayn and opens the sliding door for us. The August air kisses my skin as I walk onto the patio. There are some vampires around the pool talking, enjoying the fresh air. The pool is empty, its water still and unprovoked. I look up into the night sky, stars dance along its surface with the full moon hanging high.
The pull of my dress's zipper stiffens my body. Fingers glide over the skin of my back to the sling at my neck. A sharp pain has me hissing, my sling falls to the ground at my feet, straps cut. Blood trickles down the back of my neck. Seconds later Kayn runs his tongue along my skin to catch the liquid. He pushes the material off of my shoulders and down my legs. I step out of the dress reluctantly as his hands turn me. He lifts me, throwing me into the pool. I scream as my body flies into the cold water. My head breaches the water, gasping for air. I push the sopping wet strands of hair out of my face and swim to the more shallow end, feet touching the floor of the pool. I watch him unbutton the last button on his shirt, pushing the fabric off of his shoulders. He throws it to the ground before taking his boots off, ditching his socks as well and unbuckling his pants. Shimmying out of the black jeans, he tosses them.
Left in just his boxers he walks into the pool and towards me. My heart starts to race as the water moves with him, my body refusing to move. As his figure looms over me the water ripples at his belly button, stirring just under my breasts. He pushes me until my back is pressed against the wall of the pool, molding his body against mine. His breath at my neck makes me shiver, lips kissing at the skin above my collar. Sharp pain shoots through me with his fangs sink deep into my flesh. I let out a pained cry. His fingers snake into my wet hair while his other hand presses at my back, pushing me closer to him. My face pushes into his shoulder, the night sky dancing in my vision. With arms coming up to his sides, my fingers dig into his skin. He grinds against me, his hard dick pushing against my stomach through his boxers. My breaths come quickly as my heart pounds in my ears. I try to push at him, but my efforts are fruitless as ever.
My head becomes dizzy, vision fading in and out. My body slackens and I fade away into darkness.