Bondage- (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Bondage- (A Harry Styles FanFic)/Chapter 1

Living in a world of fear; that's what it's like for me, Clara.

Days like this, are unbearable. The vampires, those of brutal, wouldn't give two shits about us. Unless, we get lucky.

Clara, living in a world of fear, where when you turn 18, you are forcibly sent to the vampire district, where you're claimed by the someone who typically owns you.

Each and every being is born with a tattoo on their wrist- lord's commands. What Clara didn't know was that one of the five lords had an interest for her..

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*Clara's POV*

The day. It's almost here. Not yet, please. I didn't want my freedom to surrender yet. Not yet. I've heard the stories of the past victims, and it's not pleasurable.

"Ara! Ara! You look really pretty!" Hadley, my 4-year old sister squeaked. I couldn't give the effort to tell her where I was gonna be going. It just breaks my heart to see her sad. Her crystal blue eyes, her long brown hair. She's just too innocent, yet too young. While me, with long, long dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, I've just encountered more than she has.

"Thank you, you look quite lovely yourself" I smiled. Hadley giggled and walked out of the room while I did my makeup. My family was known for not affording what most have these days. Living is hard after what's happened to be created 100 years ago. Those dreadful vampire shits- I mean "lords", really do give me a nerve.

Life isn't fair. Not fair for anyone. They have control over us, and we can't do anything about it.

"You're growing up so fast, Clara." My mum sniffed. "Yeah, I just wish it would last." I sighed to myself. "Your hair looks beautiful. Quite a gift your auntie has with skills like that" My grandmother replied. I looked into the mirror, and I did look pretty. My hair was brought down curled below my breasts, while a white ribbon was tied in the back. "Here, it's a sign of luck." My auntie whispered while clipping something small to the middle of the ribbon. I looked through the mirror to see a beautifully designed golden pin with an image of a fox on it. In my family, the fox is a sign for intelligence, genuity, cleverness, and luck.

"Honey, it is time." I heard my mum talk through from the door.

"Give me luck, fox. I'll need it."

I whispered to myself whilst walking slowly out of my bedroom.