Lyn’s POV
Several days later (about a week)
Over the next couple of days Master hit me whenever he saw me like it was some sort of greeting, I rarely got any blood to drink and even when I did it was just donations, nothing fresh. Master would find ways to trick me into things I wasn’t supposed to do.
Flashback
“Mutt how did you break that window?” Master asked, while cooking something.
“…” I sat on the floor and said nothing.
“Dog! I asked you a question.”
“I threw myself into it Master.” I said quickly. A malicious smile spread across Master’s face.
“Mutt, what did I say about talking?”
“But Master-”
I was cut off when Master grabbed a handful of my raven hair and dragged me outside towards the beating posts.
“Master please!” I begged through tears.
“Shut up Mutt, you’re only making things harder on yourself.”
Master tied me up and beat me for the fourth time ever. The whip’s silver ripping open my back and stinging my flesh, reopening wounds that had barely finished healing.
I wish everything would just go away, I wish I could be the strong vampire that I was so many years ago, I wish I could just die, I wish I were never born. But wishing isn’t going to get me anywhere; I’ll need to make him believe that he’s damaged me not just physically, but mentally.
When Master had finally finished beating me, he approached me with the evil grin on his face, as he untied my restraints.
“…” I said nothing as I was dragged back inside.
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Silver Shackles, Silver Whip
VampireI hate him, he leaves me to die, he beats me, he drugs me, he makes me wish I were never born. Help me, free me from these silver shackles and take away this silver whip...
