The Vampire's Pet

Chapter 11

Warning: This contains a scene of domestic violence. If some readers are uncomfortable or disturbed towards these kinds of scenes, then don't read. You've been warned.

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Pain

Numbness

Rage

Deception

Regret

I felt these five emotions when I slowly woke up, my head throbbing terribly with pain and I didn't even feel my body at all. I felt like I was numb. That bastard had beaten me to the pulp and had left me there, on the floor, half-dead.

My body was soaked in my own blood and I was covered of lots of long marks on my skin. My mouth felt like sandpaper and my throat was dry like the desert, I wonder since when I've had had water.

Those metal spikes bruised my skin everywhere, so much more easily than a normal whip. That very first stroke felt like being whipped by a normal one for ten times. I had been so painful that my body couldn't take it and I had blacked out.

I had screamed, I had cried. I showed him that he had won by showing weakness. My promise......I broke it. I was unable to keep it. I had lost to this filthy blood sucker. I'm sure that at this very moment, he was beaming with joy and celebrating that. F*cking bastard!!

Anyway, I took in my surroundings to find myself into another room. It was dark, I was tied up in a metal chair with ropes on my wrists around the arms of the chair and my ankles in the same way. Then, there was a lightbulb over my head; the only source of light illuminating the room.

Ohh and I was still in my underwear, of course they were not in their best state but it hid my private parts. Well, I wonder where I am, maybe another torture room? Wait, there's more punishment? Ohh, I think that it's mental torture now, I suppose...

"You've guessed it right, kitten." I heard a husky, scary voice saying as it echoed in the room, so I looked infront of me, from where I heard it. I squinted my eyes to be able to see a figure into the dark, walking slowly towards me. And needless to say that it was only him.

When his face finally came into view, I could see him with a sadistic expression on his face, like he was going to make me suffer more and enjoy it. But it won't happen, I was determined that this time, I won't cry nor scream; not showing any kind of weakness.

I watched him as he approached me with small steps, his eyes focused into mine, enjoying to see me in that position; tied and restrained to the chair while he could do anything he wanted to do to me.

His hand extended to his left, towards a metal chair as he grabbed its arm. He brought it nearer, the legs of it scraping on the floor, producing a screeching sound which made my headache worse. He brought it just infront of me and sat on it, his legs wide open as he observed me.

I groaned animalistically and gritted my teeth as he caressed the side of my cheek with the back of his hand. His fingers touched an opened wound onto my cheek and got blood on them. I jerked my face away as he chuckled at me and looked at his bloody fingers.

He looked at them with a grin, examining them. He approached them to his mouth and started to lick them clean, which made me want to puke out of disgust, but my stomach was empty.

"Delicious." he mumbled as he finished licking away all the blood and licked his fingers. He looked back at me, my face cringing at his action as he chuckled at me, out of amusement. He knew that it made me uncomfortable and yet he did it just for his entertainment.

"Let's dig in that pretty head of yours, shall we?" he said, rather than asked. This is going to be okay, I just have to let him dig in my past, make me revive a memory and show no emotions at all; I just have to keep a blank face and no weakness at all.