Sold to the Devil Himself

The Loathed Word

"Raven!" Cold hands enveloped me, swinging my body over there shoulder. "You can't even be in a room without causing some form of trouble." knowing who the voice belonged to, I let my weight drop and stopped struggling.

"Well, you have to admit the look on her face was worth it." I countered. he didn't answer for a short time before speaking.

"As much as I liked her mouth shut, you were out of place. I'm bringing you to the cellar. Not even worthy of watching us eat. Filthy human." He muttered.

"I'm actually squeaky clean, just had a shower you know." I pointed out. He breathed out an agitated sigh. Feeling wind flow through strands of my hair I looked around. We were now in the cellar. By the look on my face Halen answered my question.

"Speed, it's a key quality for vampires."

"It must have been boring for vampires at school, in gym? Did it feel like you were part of a snail race?" I questioned.

"We are off topic." He grabbed my wrists ignoring my previous question, roughly tugging me to one of the three cells that were down in the basement. Stepping into the right room I took in its..appliances.

Along the walls hung different varieties of..weapons? Torturous weapons by the looks of it. On the other side two chains hung loosely down the wall connecting to a pair of hand cuffs.

"W-why, why is there so many," I gulped, "weapons."

Cold hands landed on my hips, as warm breath danced on my neck, "Do they scare you? Tell me Raven, are you nervous?" my breath came out in pants, not only from the uncertainty of all the killing gadgets, but also from the small circular motions Halen made on my waist.

"N-no." I stuttered.

"Really?" He replied smirking, "Lets see then." My back hit the cold cement wall as the sound of chains clanging met my ears. Glancing up I saw Halen strapping my hands around the cuffs.

He stood up giving me a devilish smile. He walked to the wall filled with weapons. "Hmmmm, what should I use." he said while tapping his chin. "A knife perhaps?" Before I could blink a sharp blade came in contact with the wall left of me, giving my ear a small cut, only noticing it when a small trail of blood ran down my neck. "Whoops, looks like I missed. Should I try again?" He turned back facing the wall.

Pulling out a slightly bigger knife he chucked it to the right side of my body just below my waist. Ripping my dress.

"Please," I wheezed. "S-stop." he waited a second before turning around.

"Do you get it now? I have been more then generous with you. Next time I won't miss." not replying I look down at the ground.

Foot steps echoed through the basement until shoes came into my sight of vision. Bending over Halen pulled my hair back flicking his tongue along my neck clearing up the blood that was on my ear all the way down to my shoulder.

Cringing, I still didn't look up.

"I need to go back and have my dinner." he said staying where he is. Not looking up I was caught off guard as my chin was roughly forced up, meeting a pair of emerald eyes. "What do you say." He grit out. I looked up at him confused. " don't make me repeat myself." Not knowing how to reply, but seeing the anger start to build up in him, I started stuttering.

"U-uh, abracadabra! Um, hocus-pocus! U-h um holy sesame!" I was visibly panicking. Seeing my distraught expression he chuckled, inching forward whispering In my ear,

"Say, yes master." The dreaded word came back again. When I still didn't say anything he looked back at the rack of torturous tools and started to get up slowly. Not wanting a repeat of earlier I uttered the one word I loathed and despised,

"Yes master."

*•*Authors Note*•*

What? A new chapter? Yes! Yes it is.

So, after writing this snid-bit I was thinking of having Halen's POV. I've been thinking about doing that for the next chapter, so tell me what you guys think about it!

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~Emma