Lucy The Luna

Chapter Eight (Lucys Pov)

"Well, he treats me like a princess!" I exclaimed. This man was getting on my nerves! "Hah, your the opposite of a princess." He said, using a monophonic tone in his dark, husky voice. "Your an ass, you know that right!" I started tearing up again, I ran out of the dining room and started for the front door, if I could find it. It was huge inside.

I finally found a gigantic door, so a ran to it. "Guards!" I heard Liam behind me. Two huge men grabbed both of my hands, and made me turn around and then they dragged me inside the room I was before and locked it.

I took off the hurting dress and untied the tight bun, letting my hair go free. The dress flew to the floor, covering up my feet, but I hopped out of it. I now was in a tank top and underwear. Hopping into the bed, I couldn't help but wonder what my first captor, I'm guessing his name is Calvin, is doing. Is he looking for me? Most importantly, how was my father, or my mother?

*Flashback right before when the book started*

"Mother? Father? Where are you?" I asked, but no reply was to be heard. Searching, I went up stairs and looked around, nothing. I then went into the basement, and there they were, hung. 'Did they give up on me?' I asked myself?

Suddenly, a hand snaked around my waist, pulling me into a stone hard chest. "Mine" He called. His? I'm not owned! I tried to run away, I went up the stairs and darted for the door. He grabbed me again, leaning down and kissing my neck. He then looked like we was about to bite down, and so I kicked him where the sun didn't shine at all. He let me go and I sprinted for the woods.