"NO! OH MY GOD! SOMEONE HELP ME!! PLEASE HELP ME!"
That was my cry for help to save my life.
To live normally.
Although, I wasn't unfamiliar with nobody listening to my cries for help.
When I told my parents I'd broken my wrist in 7th grade, they didn't believe me When I told my boss that I'd gotten mugged on the way to work, reasoning why I was late. The biggest though, was when I turned 17 and was raped by my ex boyfriend whom, sadly to say, was a police officer, and yep. You guessed it.
The police didn't believe me.
I should probably introduce myself. I do warn you though, I am nothing spectacular.
My name is Esmeralda Elizabeth Collins, I have deep blue eyes that carry my haunted soul, I'm only 5'6, I have blond hair that cascades down my back in a heap of curls, I have high cheek bones and a "pixie" nose, the one thing I adore about myself is my skin. It is a milky white, sounds sickening, but it is soft as silk and beautiful, and the only thing I worship of myself, I, fortunately, was blessed with straight white teeth. Nothing spectacular, as I'd said before.
Just plain Jane Esmeralda .
Life, for others it's all about love, figuring out your purpose in the world, and accomplishments. For me though, ha, for me it's about two things, knowing I will never fit in, and watching others struggle. I don't find pity in thoughs whom try and try yet, never succeed. I merely feed on there sorrow, I'm a bit of a sadist. Oh yes, any who back to me calling out for help.
"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" I scream awaiting to be killed. Then it hits me.
Why do I care if this man kills me. Not like I have much to live for. My cat is about all I have.
"Actually," I say in a smooth calm voice, "Kill me." I say a smile covering my face, but I know it isn't one of happiness, it's one of pure evil. I wish to die. There would be nothing more pleasing for myself. Put an end to my foolish ways, maybe I'll go to Heaven, maybe even hell, anything is better than this traitorous place.
"Are you stoned?"
There it was. My drug, my lifeline, the only thing that is making me want to stay. Him. I don't know him, never have laid eyes on him in the daylight. His voice, is deep, calming and alluring. He is now my reason to live. Even with his impolite words, and audacious assumptions, I lust over him which is something I have never done before.
"It's quite possible, given our day and age, but rest assured, no. I just have no reason to go on. So, continue on. Have your wicked ways with me, and kill me."
And even though I can't see him I can feel his eyes attempting to search mine.
"Well? Go on make do of it quickly." I say, teasing him at this point.
Then he does the unexpected. He places his hand over my mouth and nose, but in his hand a rag and before I can even manage to protest, I am swept up into his arms and daze off, into elicit fantasies of my mystery kidnapper.
Cain's P.O.V
I swept her up into my arms after knocking her out with a rag cloaked in various chemicals. I can feel my body pulsing at the need to have her body forever etched into my mind. She is the most divine creature my eyes have had the blessing to lay upon.She lays sprawled out on the seats in front of me, her blond locks splayed perfectly underneath her delicate body, her lashes rest upon the apples of her cheeks, her hallowed cheek bones giving her a sinful look, her body that is meant to be worshipped, is cloaked in a satin dress in the deepest shade of emerald green. Looking at her I feel my member tighten, and quickly look away. Never has a women in my one million life expectancies effected me by just the mere presence of a weak human. I scoff at myself for how foolish I am being, once I take her to the castle, I will take her as many times as I must in order to get rid of her wondrous features out of my mind. I must control myself, before my poor member burst with pure ecstasy.
Esmeralda's P.O.V
I feel him. The man that's taken me away from the horror. I breath in, taking in as much of his scent, getting high on it. He smells like mahogany with a musky tent to it, alluring...captivating.
I grow more and more in my confidence and finally open my eyes, and my god, the world stopped at that moment.
He's perfect. Not a flaw in sight.
His perfect milky skin, that is screaming for me to reach out and touch, his hair is brown deeper than dark chocolate, his prominent facial features, the way his shirt bulges at the biceps shows he has a toned and defined body.
I can't help myself as I reach out and touch his perfect body.
I jerk my hand away, as soon as I make contact. Stone cold, his body temperature so low, it isn't possible for him to have a pulse. Too caught up in my mind rambling, I hadn't noticed how he stiffened until I heard a moan of what seems to be pleasure escape his mouth. I look up with wide eyes only to be mesmerized by pools of caramel. His eyes...the richest caramel color, you can practically see his eyes dancing with amusement.
"What is your name darling?" At that moment I felt my insides melt and my core burst, I couldn't help what happened next.
"Esmeralda." I breathed out in a breathy tone.
"Es-Esmeralda, I can only warn you once, I'm on the edge of ravishing you, so do please watch how you speak."
The car was silent until we came to a halt.
"If you don't mind my asking, what is your name?" I say my curiosity blooming by the second.
His lips turn up into a sly smirk.
"Cain, but you will address me as master. Welcome to Vander Woods. Goodnight my love."
Before I can respond I am struck upon the back of the head, and lost in a sea of dreams filled with caramel eyes.
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