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

Official Slave

*ANGELA POV*

When I woke up I stretched and tried to rub my eyes, but something prevented me. I opened my eyes and fear overtook me. I was chained on the couch in Damon’s room! I struggled to get free but it was useless. Damian lied to me! How could he! I kept pulling on the chains I have to get out of here!

Eventually I calmed down; my wrists were red and sore. I just laid there and tried to calm down my breathing. From the corner of my eye, I saw a movement. My head snapped towards the shadows and saw a silhouette of a man staring at me. Damon...

He stepped out of the shadows and walked towards me. Fear was probably visible in my eyes. He roughly grabbed my arms unchained me, then grabbed a handful of my blonde hair and threw me on the solid ground.

“Fetch me my breakfast, slave!” he commanded and I scurried out of the room in tears.

*DAMON POV*

I can’t let her know about it just yet. I stood in the shadows and watch her struggle in the heavy metal. She gave up and tried to calm down I stood up from the chair I was sitting on and her head snapped to me. I walked towards her and unlocked the shackles. I grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground while commanding her to get me some breakfast. She quickly ran out of the room. I sat down on my bed and called my friend Philip. He is in charge of dying and cutting EVERY slaves hair and making a tattoo on their arms. The tattoo is a black rose with a black pedicel spinning around the arm, silver spikes and dark green leaves decorating it.

“Hello, Mister Damon, how may I assist you?” Philip asked.

“I have two slaves who need the makeover” I said into the phone.

“I’ll be there in five” he said and hung up

“CHRISTINE!” I yelled. A young black haired slave came into my room looking nervous.

“Y-yes master?” she stuttered. Christine is a slave I bought a week ago, three days before Angela.

“Clean my closet” I commanded. She nodded and got to work. Minutes later Angela walked in carrying a tray of food. She slowly walked towards my bed being careful not to trip on anything and gently put it on my bed and stood there.

Philip walked in carrying a big cubic box. I nodded to him and he walked into the bathroom.

“Christine” I said. Her head shot up and looked at me waiting for my command.

“Follow Philip.” She did as she was told. I watched as the door closed and the lock was placed.

“Clean my closet” I commanded Angela who quickly started to work.

Suddenly, screams were heard and sobbing.

“NO! PLEASE! AGHHHHHHHH!!!!” Christine yelled from the bathroom. I looked at Angela and her eyes were filled with fear. I don’t want to do this to Angela but I must all of this family’s slaves have the same treatment.

*ANGELA POV*

I stopped cleaning and listened to the screams coming from the bathroom. What on earth is that man doing to the poor girl? Whatever it was, I’m pretty sure the same fate awaited me. Now, I started to freak out. The door of the bathroom suddenly opened and a completely new person stepped out. Christine’s long black hair was cut short and dyed red she covered her face and ran out of the room. I looked at Philip who had an evil grin on his face and then to Damon who’s face held pity. WAIT! What? Pity???

I slowly walked towards my faith and once I was in the bathroom the door was locked at I was made to sit on a chair. The man grabbed a handful of my hair and cut it. I let out a little cry which he found amusing. He kept cutting and cutting until it stopped just above my neck. When he finished cutting, I hesitantly brought my hand to my hair. My long blond hair was now a very ugly, short ... THING!!! I would never call myself normal with this haircut. It didn’t stop there with my hair! NO! He dyed it red! He restrained me to the chair so of course I couldn’t fight him but I screamed the whole time.

Just when I thought that the torture was over. He opened the big cube box and took out some tattoo ink and the needle. Dark red, black, green and silver were the colours he was going to use.

“Please don’t!” I said struggling in the restraints. He grabbed the needle poured the permanent ink and walked towards me. By now tears were running freely down my cheeks.

“PLEASE!” I yelled. He just ignored me and brought the needle down to my arm and started to work on the tattoo.

“AAAGGHHHHHHHH!” I yelled it was so painful.

“NO! PLEASE! STOP!” I kept yelling again and again. The pain was so intense I felt like my soul was being ripped apart. I kept screaming and struggling for what felt like hours but it was probably only five minutes.

Eventually he stopped the horrible torture and put his things away. He then walked towards me and untied me from the chair. I got off and took a handful of my golden and electric blue hair from the floor.

“M-my h-hair” I said in tears. I jumped up and ran to the mirror over the porcelain sink. The woman in the mirror was not me! My long, golden, hair was dyed a horrible blood red colour and it was cut so short that the vampires have limited access to my neck. On my arm there was a tattoo, it was a red rose with a black pedicel spinning around, down my arm and silver spikes and dark green leaves on the pedicel. I dropped to the ground and sobbed. The last thing I saw before drifting into the darkness was a dark figure picking me up.

“I’m sorry” he said and I closed my eyes letting the darkness consume me.