THIS IS SECRET UNTIL WHENEVER

sorry for being a dick...

sorry for being a dick...

Isabella:

I shyly stubble behind the boy in front of me, clutching on to Bevs as hard as I can for comfort. "Pick up the pace!" He snapped. I quicken my steps, stumbling still. He's dragging me causing me to go slow.

Third time here and they hate you. My first master was LORD GUMTHOR! That's how he spelled and said it, tons of enthusiasm.

Then Maylee. She bought me after LORD GUMTHOR lost me in a bet. She was 12, I was 14... it was weird.

Then, Trevor. He beat me if I stepped out of place, or if I messed up the symmetry of the house... but Idk what symmetry is.

We slaves are poorly educated, if educated at all. He pushes me down on a chair. I'm 16, and have been a slave for 11 years. That's only because the youngest slave they sell is 5 year olds.

I was with LORD GUMLORD for 8 years, spent a year locked up til they could sell me, the went with Maylee for half a year, then with Trevor til last week, he was killed for treason to the royal vampire crown.

He grabs my arm, sticks a needle in it, and draws blood. I bite my lip trying not to tense or jerk. I HATE needles. "J-j-jeremy, w-w-why are you m-mad at me?" I say, with a dry scratchy throat.

He sighs. "I'm sorry Bells, I'm not. The boss is giving me Shit, every time a slave returns. We had three returned this morning." Jeremy is my best friend. Every time I get sold, he visits... well if my master allows. The only one that didn't was Trevor.

"Is it foolish girls thinking they can handle rebellious boy slaves?" I chuckle and he nods chuckling with me.

"You have no health issues, no diseases, and Looky there... you're still AB positive, like every other time," he smiles putting a kitty bandaid on my arm.

Bevs, is a stuffed kitty, Jeremy got it for me when I was five. Back then I had a massive crush on the Blonde haired, striking blue eyes guy in front of me.

He's 1799 years old. His birthday is coming up soon! To vampires he's only 17, and to unknowing humans.

"Ready to 'be sold? I got several friends out there who wouldn't mind buying you for me," he smiles before walking toward the curtain. I grab the chain hanging from his pants.

"Jer?" He looks back at me with a questioning look. "Are they nice?" He smiles and let's out a chuckle.

"Of course silly, they're my friends!" And with that I'm on the stage.

"Isabella, 5'2, 16, AB positive, very obedient, comes from a high ranked human family, name not included, boob size, 36 B, add alongs, a teddy bear," said a deep voice," bidding starts at... 200$"

The slave laws have passed allowing slaves to posses one item. Slaves can go to court or see lawyers to stop or get rid of overly abusive masters. Although must judges and jury members in the vamp court are abusive slave owners.

Slaves also have a right to shop at certain stores that have actually cute clothes. But they must use their own money. Which they never have.

300, 500, 650, 850, 1555, 2760, 2770.

The amount gets higher and higher. Then my eyes lock on a beautiful green pair out in the crowd. I can't tell what he looks like, because everyone is wearing masks. But his green eyes. He raises his hand up coolly.

"3,900," his voice is sweet to the ears. He's like the perfect guy! The eyes say a lot about a person and his are screaming something!

"Sold for 3,900!" The green eyes man walks casually over to the stage. I lift my shackled hand and place it into his standing up and jumping off stage. The shackles on my ankles pinching my skin as they bounce.