Vampired | BTS

Chapter 1

You were sleeping peacefully until you felt a sharp sting on your left leg, quickly shooting from your position and sitting properly you see your mother with a dark black whip in her hand.

"What the fuck?"

"A new way to wake up my slave, now go on I need to eat breakfast."

This is how most of your mornings started, you cursed her under your breath for being extra annoying this morning.

Your mother wasn't just a normal mother, she dressed like a slut, always in a neon pink outfit that hurts your eyes, revealing most of her cleavage. You were surprised how her boobs never went out of place because the shirt looked like it was missing it's top half. But then again, the plastic of her breasts could've melted and got stuck to the outfit. You watched her as she skipped her way out of the room. Humming to herself.

For an abusive mother she was pretty positive, mostly because she gets her happiness from other's pain.

You raised your ruined pillow and held your gun in your palm. Smirking at it you quickly hid it in your back pocket, terrified that your mother would see you with it. You pulled the hem of your shirt down covering the rest of the gun as you stood up, but then found yourself on the floor hissing in pain.

"Fuck." You said as your stares at the deep cut the was bleeding at your ankle.

"Did she really have to whip me there?" You asked dragging yourself across the floor trying to reach your the place where most of your clothes were at. The corner of the room.

As you reached the pile of clothes, the door swung open as it hit the wall.

"What's taking you so long?" Your mother asked hinting a bit of annoyance in her voice.

"Well maybe if someone hadn't whipped me on my ankle making it bleed, I could've not taken so long." You gave her a sarcastic smile.

Clearly, you had pushed her buttons since she walked towards you preparing the whip in her hand. You know what would come next.

Harsh, hard, skin cutting whips came hammering your back. Surprisingly enough not one noise came out of your mouth. Although, tears had been rolling down.

After she was satisfied with the amount of torture you've received, she giggled innocently.

"Are you coming now?" She asked with a smirk. Seeing her this happy after she has just made you bleed out of your back, shows you how much of a bad mother she is. Hell, she can't even be called a mother.

"I don't seem to remember anything, but if I did remember something I'm sure it'll be how good you were in the past. Actually, remind me, have you ever been good?" Saying those words made her smirk slide right off her face.

"What? I've always been good to you." She said with an innocent grin on her face.

"Yeah right...slut." You muttered the last part, but apparently she heard it, your mother continued your torture by kicking you in the stomach.

"I'm not a slut." She said fixing her bra, which for some reason was strong enough to hold up her plastic blobs.

Walking out of the room calmly she hummed to herself. You were there lying by the corner of the room trying your breath.