I felt awake for hours. It dealt like judgement day somehow. Being given. As if you weren't even considered a human. Today was the day I was no longer to be claimed as a person. Only claimed as property.
Madam Rosa walked into the room, folded gowns in her arms and a few accessories. I was stripped from my clothes.
She handed me black underwear. The next minute I knew was her hands wrapping a blood red corset. The only thing that made it weird was no bra.
"It's better to not make him wait," Rosa sighed as she began to tie the back laces.
I didn't say a word to her reason. She placed a black and blood red skirt by my feet. Hint that I needed to step into it. I felt the silk drag across my skin, then set upon my hip.
"Sit now," Rosa had brought a chair to me.
She begun to brush my hair. Made the bird nest of bed head turn to silk shine.
"Your hair is better down. Looks more lovely with a natural look. Now hold still for a moment."
I did, but only because I felt my soul leave my body. I didn't know what she was looking for but I heard her move items around. Then I felt something on my neck.
"What's that?"
"It's a collar, Caramel," Rosa spoke as I felt a leash hang down my back.
"Are you done."
"Just making you look presentable."
Madam Rosa stood before me then took hold of my hands. The action made me stand as well.
"You look perfect. Just like sweet caramel if it could be a person."
I ignored her compliment. It wouldn't have mattered anyhow, in a few minutes I'd become a sex slave. She brought at least two piles of clothes for me to wear once I get to Vlad. She had this suitcase prepared then began to pack.
"You'll have everything you'll need darling. Oh, he will never want any other once he has you. Trust me."
"What do you mean by that. He's had others by the sound of that," I said with no emotion.
"Oh, don't worry. He won't need another after you. You'll be his sanctuary once you arrive. You'll be his reason...to protect."
She patted my head then lead me out of the room. We walked down the halls. Pass the other rooms that each held a girl once. After staying here, I still couldn't figure out why they were so excited about becoming slaves.
Once we reached the front of the building outside, I saw a metal cage opened with bars outside to carry.
"It's how we deliver the pets," I heard Chauncey. "Shows that the girls are tamed."
"But then there's me," I told him. "I wasn't supposed to be tamed."
"Which is what makes you better," he hugged me. "You fight no matter what. And I only hope that he can see that you will never surrender."
I smiled at his confidence for me, it was a spark of hope that I can be gone from this Hell. He held on to the leash as I crawled into the cage. I felt a slight tug of him tying it to a bar so it doesn't drag on the dirt. I sat on my knees so that I don't get diamonds on my legs.
The door closed with a screech, then a slam that it was locked. I heard more footsteps and looked back. Bruce and Nikoli. Both wore black. Both wore a sadden look on their faces. I guess it was sad for them to see me leave. Or, then carry me to a being that would probably be responsible for my death. The cage shook of movement when it was lifted.
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His Favorite Pet
WerewolfHumans no longer live in their paradise of freedom. Werewolves track them down, every last women, men and children and use them as servants. Pets. Slaves. The most favored and now close to rate Human, is the woman. They used to bloom like the marigo...