Jamaica

Chapter One

I stood among many girls my age, most if them were freaking out and others, like me, were as calm as ice. 
The auction house was a huge building furnished mostly in grays and blacks. People said it was eerie but I grew up here so I was used to the dull, suffocating colours.
I never even knew where I came from; if I had parents, what they looked like, if they loved me... I knew nothing, chances where, I never would. The dank poorly lit room we were placed in was filled with cries and plies to be set free, I however, remained silent. The other girls struggled against their restraints while I tried to get comfortable in them. My strong will power had long been consumed by my fear of the blood thirsty beasts that found pleasure in our sufferings. They sold us off as if we felt nothing; they thought we were as emotionless as them. We probably were but I still felt a burning hatred for those horrible creatures.
"Get up." A rough voice dragged me back to the present. I immediately got up and let the huge man with the foul smell undo my tight chains. I tried to pretend I was living in an alternative reality, living in another time - a happier time - as I followed behind the overly built vampire with my eyes fixed on the ground. The time we spent walking felt like hours but we soon entered a room which I recognised as the place where masters collect their slaves after the auction. The auction hadn't started yet so why was I there?
"Your Highness, here is our most well behaved slave; her name is Jamaica, a young, strong one, this one is. And she has the most experience working as a cleaner for all eight of her masters..." I stood frozen, I'll be serving the king? I can't do that, what if that prince is around? I had heard stories about how evil and ruthless he was and no one had ever been his slave and lived to tell the tale. Panic prickled at my bones, why me? Please don't choose me...
"She will do... Hopefully my son will keep this one..." The king said that last part more to himself but I still heard him, I could feel the blood rush away from my face as utter fear and panic consumed me whole. My fingers shook so much, I had to ball my fists, my heart was beating out of my chest. I was not ready to  face death yet, I was still too young. The King's thoughtful gaze lingered on my gangling frame as if to antagonise my already spiraling nerves.
"I understand why you feel scared, you have a right to be but don't worry, my son's love for power might just save your life." His deep and smooth voice leaked the same power and authority he had spoken of as he spoke to me as we approached the car. Even though he was trying to soothe me, he had no effect on me, I still shook and trembled uncontrollably in my torn clothes as I rubbed my sweaty palms over the worn material.
The trip to my master's house was never ending and all the suspense was eating me alive. An assistant of sorts of the king glanced once at me and then pressed a black handkerchief to my nose. Everything faded away just then.
 I then woke up in a plain room moderately furnished in all white, it was small yet homey, but I knew not to get too comfortable because it was definitely not my room. The white bed was nice and soft and warm, I never wanted to leave but I would have to. I was brought out of my daydream by loud bickering outside the room, I could vaguely pick out words like "human", "useless", "too small" I knew they were talking about me, it was always me... I hoped I wasn't in trouble. Just then, the door was flung open causing me to sit up and a tall, well built man with dark hair burst in.
He was perfection but his electric blue eyes were venomous. They held so much hatred and it was aimed solely at me.

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