The Right Kind of Bite

II

The car halted at the end of a curved gravel road in front of a semi large, two story house. It's outer walls were painted a dark green, and the door a humble brown. The walls were covered in a light brown lattice structure laced with Jasmine. Surrounding it was a large field of grass that seemed to be miles long, rimmed with a thick tree line and a few black berry bushes creeping it's way against the sides. The house looked modern, a few old features here and there, such as the patio and the over hang, along with thin, dark brown, wooden collums to hold it up. The house didn't look like it was owned by anyone who would associate with my Master's drug cartel, but that's only a quick judgement, they could be a murderer for all I know (which by the way, is very little). The house kinda of reminded me of Forest Gump's in a way. All it was missing was a porch swing.

"Get out. I'm on a tight time schedule, Princess. I don't have time for this," Master demanded, shoving my bag into me. Seeing how he was already in a fucked up mood I quickly obeyed and grabbed my bag, stepping out of the truck and on the dirt road. Master closed the door behind me and made a U turn, driving back onto the unpaved road, leaving a thick trail of dust in my face.

I took a deep breath and made my way up the steps to the patio and knocked lighting on the door. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and stuffed my hand into my pockets as I waited for someone to answer, trying to look casual and not a sweaty ball of anxiety. My instinct was to run away from the house before anyone answered, but knowing Master, there would be extreme consequences and he would definitely find me.

The door opened only to reveal a tall, muscular, middle aged man. He looked at me in confussion before realization hit him and he justured me inside. "Ah, you must be his girlfriend. Jace is upstairs. If your gonna fuck, do it quietly," the man said with a bored expression and retreated from the door.

"Oh-uh n-no, my name's Alex, I'm supposed to be staying here for a little bit. I-um-," quickly explained, eyes widened.

The man through his head back and let out a laugh. "Ah, my bad. Your room is upstairs, third door on the right. You could go there now if you'd like." I nodded and and found my way up the stairs and into the hallway. I took hold of doorknob and pulled the door open, only to be met with a face full of smoke and an earful of The Sex Pistols, Anarchy in the UK.

The smell of marijuana hit my nostrils and my eyes fell upon a boy my age smoking from a light purple bong. He let the smoke out of his nose and raised an eyebrow.

"Who the fuck are you?"he ask, and I instantly recognized him as the guy I sat next to in English today. He wore a black pair sweatpants, no shirt, along with the same bracelets and black gauges. His hair went it every direction in a sexy way and his eyes were slightly pink do to the weed.

"I-um, I was told th-this was my-uh r-room?," I stuttered, making it sound like a question.

"That doesn't answer my question," he stubbornly says looking amused. "Who. Are. You?"

"Oh-um Alex, my name is Alex,"

"Okay Alex, what are you doing in my house?"

"I-um I-I have to stay here a few days. My Mas-uh dad is friends with yours," I caught myself, not wanting to have to explain my depressing story.

"That man down there is my uncle," the boy corrected me. "And by the way I'm Jace."

"Jace," I whisper to myself. The name felt familiar on my tongue. I couldn't put a finger on it but it felt like the name meant something deep down. I'm sure I was just being a little dramatic, I move around a lot, there's lots of Jace's in the world. "Right, um, he must have meant the other room then," I say and quickly shut the door behind me.

I climb back down the stairs and find Jace's Uncle on the bottom step, making his way up. He looked up at me in confusion as if asking why I wasn't in my assigned room before realization struck. "Sorry, I forgot, you'll actually be staying in the guest house around back," he said and motioned me to follow him. "Come." He began his way down the few steps and out the large front door. When he disappeared from my sight I quickly began to follow him, but when I tried to run down the stairs I tripped over my own left foot and fell in the damp, muddy grass. I groaned in embarrassment and stood up, attempting to clean the mud off my clothes. Deep chuckles could be heard next to me before the voice asked, "You alright or what?"

I grunted in response and picked up my bag from the soggy dirt.

Great, that's just fucking great. Way to go Alex!

The man chuckles again before motioning me to continue following him. We walked past the side wall of black berry bushes and made our way to the back. In front of us was a tiny, two story house that looked to be the size of two large hotel rooms stacked on top of each other.

The house was a simple white color with a light brown door and the same lattice structure as the main house. It looked a bit older than the main one.

"Here you go , Alex, it's all yours," the man said and handed me a small gold key. "Don't wreck the place and if you want to take a shower the only working on right now is in Jaces room, we're renovating the others."

I nodded a polite thanks to the man and easily unlocked the door. The house smelt of vanilla and was decorated head to toe with decorations and furniture. It had a small kitchen, living room, downstairs bathroom, 3 rooms upstairs (two of which are covered in plastic), and an upstairs half bathroom. The house was beautiful and elegant.

I dropped my backpack on the bed and pull out a pair of dark maroon skinny jeans, a black zip- up hoodie, and since the mud soaked through my clothes, a black bra and a partly see through pink lace thong. I quickly strip from my dirty clothes and threw them in a pile on the floor, but before I could grab my clean ones, my bag tumbles to the floor and everything spills out, including the gun. I groun and quickly slipped on at least the panties and bend over to pick everything up from the floor.

"Fuck..." I hear a deep voice behind me mumble quietly.

I drop my belongings back onto the floor and turn around in a panic, only to see that Jace guy looking at me through the window with his lustful eyes and biting of the lip. I gasped and quickly covered myself with me arms, hoping to spare at least some of my dignity, but he doesn't look elsewhere and I couldn't get away.

"S-stop looking at me," I stuttered, utterly humiliated. I had big; perky boobs, curvy waste, thick thighs, and a semi big butt, what most girls would kill for but I was still deprived of self esteem and confidence. I was getting VERY uncomfortable under his stare and I could tell he knew but wouldn't stop.

After a few more minutes of this he finally gives me a sexy wink and goes back into his room.

I don't wanna be here...