Blood Pet

Chapter Twenty

A/N: Hey! Sorry about this late update! I had the WORST writer’s block EVER. Seriously, it was just downright awful.  Even though I’m not exactly happy with some parts of this chapter, overall I think it’s okay.

 I graduate from Graduate school in less than a month and I've been a bit busy with school and really should be working on a project at the moment, but I'm sitting here updating this story instead of working on it like I should (so you people BETTER be grateful! :)).

Thank you once again to everyone who has commented, voted, fanned and added this story to their library!! You have no idea how much I appreciate and how much I love each one of you for doing it!! :)

WARNING: If this story has not earned its R rating then this chapter will sure make it earn that rating. There is a bit of torture in this chapter, but I tried to rush through it because this isn’t a horror story.

Song Choice: Take Me Away by Avril Lavigne

I felt his presence suddenly leave mine, but I didn’t have time to wonder where he had gone because he was back as fast as he disappeared. This time he had something in his hand. This was made clear when the smooth and cool touch of a blade touched my skin. I jerked slightly at the sudden touch; he promptly tsked my movements, “I would be very careful if I were you, Jessica, this is a very sharp blade. I wouldn’t want to accidentally cut you. At least, not before I actually want to cause you pain.

“We’re going to play a little game… you like games, don’t you, Jessica?”

I was a bit shocked by the question, so I didn’t respond. I gasped as he yanked hard on my hair, “I asked you a fucking question, bitch, I expect an answer.” he growled, his mouth inches from my ear.

I didn’t know how the hell to respond to a question like that, but I decided that there was probably one answer he wanted to hear, so I would give it to him.

“Yes,” I spat.

I hissed in pain when the sharp point of the knife made contact with my skin and traced a thin line down the center of my back. I knew it was deep enough to draw blood since I could feel the liquid running down my back.

 “I don’t like your tone, Jessica.” he muttered, his mouth still only inches away from my ear.

It took all my will power not to say something smart to him. Not only because the guy had a knife and really wasn’t afraid to use it, but also because he wasn’t Tristan and I knew he probably wouldn’t let it slide. He would probably cut me again with that damn knife. Though, I had a feeling he was going to cut me again anyway, but at least it wouldn’t be because of my mouth.

“Now, this little game we’re going to partake in is probably one that you’re not going to enjoy all that much, Jessica, but I sure as hell will; and that’s really all that matters,” he chuckled, “The rules are simple really… don’t interrupt and don’t lie when I ask something of you. I can tell when you’re lying and it’ll really do nothing, but piss me off. Do you understand?”

Remembering that he liked a verbal answer, I gave him one, but I attempted to remedy the tone I had used the first time so that it didn’t piss him off.  I didn’t want to piss off a crazy person when he had a knife only inches away from my exposed back. I may have my moments but I wasn’t a complete idiot and I certainly didn’t have a death wish.

"You are a fast learner,” he commented, running the flat side of the knife slowly down my back; it took all my willpower not to shiver from the contact. If he noticed my action, he didn’t say anything, he just kept talking, “Even if I can’t fathom why my brother is attracted to feisty girls like you, at least he knows how to pick the ones that aren’t complete idiots.”