Yes, Mistress ?

Auction

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~Lacey's POV~

I'm pushed onto the stage, too scared to move.

"okay, so here we have Lacey Gray, aged 18, healthy body. bid starts at $10,000." the short man says.

"15,000." one tall man with red eyes raises his card.

wait... red?

"20,000." this short, fat man with purple eyes says.

"25,000." the tall man says

"30,00."

"35,000"

"40,000"

"45,000"

"50,000" the short man grins. The tall man sighs and slumps back in his seat.

"Going once..." The auctioneer declares. The short man smirks at me.

"Going twice..." The auctioneer raises his hammer.

"$1,000,000." A voice from the back echoes. Everyone turns around and tries to spot the owner of that voice. A blonde lady stands up, trench coat draped down her skinny body and large dark sunglasses dominating her face.

"Going once... Going twice... Sold, to Countess Taylor Momsen." The voice of the auctioneer breaks my trance. I have just enough time to glance over at him before I'm taken in the grasp of the men in black yet again, my body being dragged towards my new 'owner', or whatever. She looks at me, nods at the men and we all make our way to a large black car, kinda in the style of a herse.I sit in the middle, two men in black beside me, Taylor in the front and another man in black beside her, driving.

"h-hello." i manage, trying to make conversation.

"Shut up." A feminine voice from the front orders. i immediately shut my mouth and keep quiet. "Let me go through some of the rules. You will be my slave, therefore you do what i tell you, when i tell you. You will not have any contact with the outside world. Your belongings have been packed and already brought to my home. You will serve my brother and his wife as well, although he only visits on occasion. You will also allow me to feed from you."

"f-feed from m-me? What-t?" i stutter, leaning forward like I'd misheard something.

"Yes. Feed from you. You know what I am, don't you? What we are?" She says, pulling her big sunglasses down enough to allow me to see her eyes. They're the brightest shade of blue i have ever seen, almost photoshopped. Purple dots appear in the irises, suddenly.

"What are the dots?" I ask quietly.

"Ah, they appear only when I'm hungry." She flashes me a quick smirk and pushes her sunglasses back up, her entrancing gaze hidden from me. I sit back.

"And that's where I come in." I mutter quietly.

"Oh, and another rule. You will only speak when spoken to, otherwise you will receive a punishment."

"What kind of punishment?" I ask curiously. Taylor turns around sharply and glares at me, her eyes seemingly boaring into my soul.

"Are you stupid?! I just said only speak when you're goddamn spoken to, stupid little girl."

"I'm not a little girl, I'm 18." I mutter when she turns back to face the windscreen. She hears me, and flashes me a poisonous glare in the mirror.

Finally, we arrive outside a big Gothic castle. I'm escorted roughly into the castle and up to a room in the attic. I find my luggage already up there, so i get changed into a Misfits shirt, ripped black jeans and a plain black hoody. I take my hair out of its bun and put it into braids. i put my piercings back in and lay down on my bed rock hard bed. It isn't long before my door is swung open and Taylor barges in.

"Yes?" I ask her, scratching my head.

"It's 'Yes Mistress' to you, girl, and I've brought a list of today's chores. You will get one daily, at 7am precisely.You will not rest until I personally find everything up to my standard." She says, tossing a scrunched up ball of paper at me. It hits me in the face. She smirks and leaves, chuckling to herself.

"Great. Just like fucking high school, only worse." I grimace, as I unscrunch the paper and take a look at what I have to do. The first thing on the list is to clean Taylor's bedroom. I sigh, hoping she wouldn't be there. I go downstairs and find a basket, sponges, sprays, clothes, new bedsheets etc outside her closed door. I twist the handle and push open the door.

The first thing I see is the massive four poster bed, red satin sheets and white silk pillow cases atop a mattress. Painted pictures of country landscapes hang on her wall. A big oak closet leans up one of the walls and straight ahead of me there's a large window displaying the grounds of the castle.

Being as tired as I am, the first thing I do is lay down on her bed. Everything is so, so soft. I don't even have time to take in the large chandelier hanging from the ceiling before my eyes close and I slip into a heavenly, peaceful darkness.

I'm awoken rudely by a harsh slap to the face.

"Get up already, you goddamn lazy bitch." I hear down my ear. I sit up straight, my eyes wide open and my hand caressing my stinging cheek.

"Ow! What the fuck?!" I whine.

"You're supposed to be working, not sleeping. You're a slave, you sleep, when I say you can, in you're own fucking room, not mine." Taylor hisses at me.

"Chill, it was a one off." I argue. She glares at me.

"You don't talk to me like that, you worthless cunt. Get off." She glares, coming towards me. Her irises still have violet dots, which reminds me of her capabilities. I begin to back off of the bed and towards the door.

"L-look, I'm sorry. It won' happen again-n."

She grins "that's what I thought."

I twist the door knob and run back up the stairs. She was already at the top.

"What's up?" She pouts, cocking her head in mock confusion. "You seem scared."

I begin backing away again. She grins again, bearing all her teeth and pulls me to her chest by the front of my shirt. She pushes my hair back and I feel a sharp stinging sensation as her teeth pierce my neck. I scream out in pain as I feel blood leave my body rapidly. Black dots cloud my vision, and the last thing I remember is the feeling of my head being thrown against the cold, stone walls.