Angel and Demon, Princess and Prince, Slave and Master (FINISHED)

Making Friends

I woke up to someone shaking me awake.

“GET UP YOU FILTHY SLAVE!” Damon yelled. I tried to but the chains kept me down. He took out a small key out oh his pocket and unlocked my wrists. They felt numb and they were bloody from the wounds that were on them. He tossed a bundle of clothes at me and pointed towards the bathroom. I understood, immediately.

“Don’t try any funny business” he said when I was about to close the door. “You don’t stand a chance” he added. I closed and locked the wooden door. I untangled the bundle he threw to me. Apparently it was a maid’s outfit and a black lacy matching underwear and bra. I stripped down and slipped on the undergarments, it was too ... revealing.  I slipped on the fish net stockings that were there and strapped up the red stilettos. I then passed the dress over my head and fixed it up. It was VERY short, lacy and showed way too much cleavage.

“Oh HELL NO!” I yelled

“Got a problem?” Damon asked from his room.

“Umm, yeah, YOU ARE SUCH A PERVERT!” I yelled.

Everything was silent and then the door was thrown open. He slapped me on the right cheek causing me head to swift to the left and falling on the floor. I brought my hand to my face and started to cry silently.

“What did you say?” he asked though clenched teeth.

“Nothing m-master” I stutter.

“Keep getting dressed!” he ordered and left. I slowly got up to my feet and walked towards the rest of the accessories. There was a little red apron that I tied around my waist with a small bow. I tied my hair up in a bun with a red ribbon and slipped on my red lacy headpiece. I tucked my heart locket inside the dress after looking at the picture of my family inside. I washed the blood off my wrists, the best I could and walked out into Damon’s hell hole. He was laying down on his bed his hands under his head, eyes closed, with his iPod plugged into his ears. When he saw me, he let out a perverted grin and pulled out his earphones.

“Get me something to eat!” he ordered. I turned around and left the room, randomly walking down the hallways, hoping to find the kitchen on the way. As I walked down a dimly lit hallway admiring the portraits on the walls. Somehow I ended up in the kitchen, where there were four other servants talking. When they saw me enter they just stopped talking. They all had red hair? But different colour eyes.

“Umm … hi?” I said a little nervous. The three females smiled while the male still examined me.

“Hi” The girl with green eyes greeted.

“You need anything?” the guy asked in an irritated tone.

“I’m supposed to fetch some food for Damon” I said

“Coming up!” the maid with brown eyes said and stepped behind the stove and pulled out some ingredients that she would be using to cook the meal.

“Did he tell you what he wants to eat?” she asked

“No” I answered. She then proceeded to the cooking.

“So you’re the new slave huh?” the last slave asked who had blue eyes.

“Yeah, I guess, my name is Angela Grace” I said while extending my arm towards her. Everyone stopped doing what they were doing and looked at me, their mouths hanging open.

“Angela Grace? As in Princess Angela Grace, Princess of the Angel’s realm?” the girl with blue eyes asked.

“Yeah… I guess not anymore” I said with a small sad smile.

“Well I’m Katherine”, the brown eyed girl said then pointed at the girl with green eyes, “that’s Alexandra, the girl with blue eyes is Maria and the dude is Aaron” At the sound of his name tears threatened to leave my eyes. Just by hearing my brother’s name brought me to tears.

“What’s wrong?” Maria asked with a sad, concerned face.

“M-my b-b-brother’s name i-is A-A-Aaron” he said in between sobs.

“I’m sorry” she said,” I know how you feel”

“You were separated from your brother too?” I asked.

 She nodded. We taked for about another five minutes, we all become good friends, except Aaron, he didn’t talk much.  I grabbed the silver tray that had a bloody steak and a jar full of a red substance. Oh my god BLOOD! I walked down the hallway but I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was walking. I bumped right into someone and the tray flew from my hand and hit the person. I looked up to see a very angry Damon. The bloody steak was in his hair and the jar of blood stained his pure white shirt. He pulled his hand back and was ready to slap me. I closed my eyes ready for the pain, but it never came. I opened my eyes a little to get a peek. I was facing Damian’s back and he was holding Damon’s wrist.

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