The Vampire Council's Punishment

The Showing

Picture of stage above

Anarchy came to my cage unlocking it and picking up my leash he dragged me out. I got up following him down the corridor then we stopped at a wooden door Anarchy opened it. There was an older lady in the room standing by a vanity. It had a ton of makeup and hair things. Ugh I'm not a pretty girl, I rather stay in my hoodie with no makeup. Anarchy shoved me into the room.

"Showers to your right, have her ready in 25 minutes." He said as he shut and locked the door behind him. The maid came over to me undoing my metal collar and opening the bathroom door. It was a small bathroom darkly lit, tile on the floor and in the shower. I quickly stripped hissing as the jeans tugged at the glass in my legs. I stepped into the shower turning the warm water on full blast. I loved to see how hot I could get it. I looked down seeing the blood fresh and old swirl down the drain. I lathered shampoo in my hair and then repeated with conditioner. There was 3 different body washes to choose from Rose, Lavender, and candle-wood. Perfect I picked the last one maybe they'll make me look feminine but I certainly won't smell like it. About five minutes I stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel I went over to the sink. The glass was fogged up I took my hand wiping the condensation off so I could see my face it was bruised but not bloody. My neck bore a perfect bruise of where my collar had been. If Anarchy hadn't put it on so damn tight I wouldn't have the mark. My eyes had bags under them from lack of sleep or food I couldn't tell. I left the bathroom to be greeted by the maid who shoved a black lace bra and thong towards me.

"Put these on," I took the clothes from her putting them on waiting for her to hand me a dress or something but it never came.

"Where are the rest of my clothes?" The maid sighed looking me over.

"You don't get more than this, come sit down let's do your hair and makeup." I obeyed crossing my arms over my chest. She straightened my blonde hair and used makeup to cover up all my bruises; she must have to do that often. Then she lightly put eyeliner and mascara on me making my dark blue eyes more radiant. She finished by putting a deep shade of pink lipstick on me. I looked like a cheap slut, well maybe an expensive one my body not going to lie was a 10, or so I've been told. The door opened and Anarchy walked in he had a black and red collar it was cute and lace so it shouldn't hurt my neck. I couldn't tell what his expression was since he was wearing his stupid shades.

The maid walked over to him, "I can't cover up the open wounds she's got a small gash on her forehead it's hidden by her hair. But the ones on her leg have glass in them. Do try to be gentle with her you're bringing down her beauty." Anarchy came over and put the collar around my neck fastening it, it wasn't as tight but my neck was still sore. He attached a leash to the collar, and then he gently pulled on it. We walked in silence out the door down a hall straight to a double door, he opened the door and I saw all the other girls who were in some sort of lingerie. They all had been done up to look like cheap sluts too. He left me in the room with the girls as one by one a handler came in and guided a girl through a door on the other side of the room. One by one they disappeared until it was just I. Anarchy appeared at the other door.

"Come Crimson it's your turn." I walked over to Anarchy, rolling my eyes at him. "Careful or you'll walk out there in nothing." I wanted to puke; I bet he'd like to see me in nothing. We walked along and I could hear an announcer speaking.

"Next up we have someone new to the system Crimson. Her blood type is O- she's never been a blood donor," We got up on stage and I stood looking out into the crowd it was hard to see because of the bright lights on me. However I knew the crowd was full of vampires some women, others men still all vermin. The announcer continued talking.

"She has a tattoo of a wolf on her hip and around her ankle is a tattoo of a dream catcher. She's blonde, with an identifying red streak, her eyes a dark blue. She's 18 years old and can be a maid or pet it's up to the buyer. She'll be in the shop for a couple months so please come stop by for a look." Once the announcer finished Anarchy pulled on my leash and we walked off the stage. We made our way back to the store cage room. He shoved me in the extra small cage hooking me back up.

"If nobody picks you I will Crimson." I couldn't tell if he was being sweet or a pervert, probably both. Something was bothering me and I had to ask.

"Why did they use Crimson and not Adeline?" Anarchy stopped in his tracks.

"We were told not to use your real name, now quite." I was grateful he didn't hit me I'm sure I could've taken it but after seeing what I looked like in the mirror it wasn't worth it.

I should be happy they don't use my real name but it still kind of bothered me. Hell for all I know my name could've been Crimson before I was adopted. Which was still a loud of crap but would explain the guilt in my adoptive mothers face. I looked down at my legs they had pretty much healed there was only two wounds with glass in them. I hugged my legs to my chest deciding sleep was the only option.