Awaiting Hell

Chapter Three

I awoke in a large room, in a large masion, that I suspected belonged to the Surname. The room had dark colored wall, and lots of fancy furniture, all dark as well. Mostly shades of red, and Victorian.

That seriph. I growled to myself.

The Surname entered the room and I backed up, falling out of the large bed, onto the floor. I sucked in a sharp breath as my ass hit the floor. I was wearing a large t-shirt, that wasn't my own. Who had changed me without my permission? At least I still had my undergarments on, which were composed of burgundy lace. The t-shirt came down just past my mid thighs. I didn't bother to cover myself up, as I was not shy.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." He cooed. But there was always a dark tone to his voice.

"Don't come any closer." I growled, and his stare hardened.

"You are my Pet now. You will do as I say, love me, and accompany me. In return you will be treated highly. Does that not sound like a fair deal?"

"Not at all." I held my guard.

"Now, now. don't be like that. I'm sure you'll enjoy it." He smirked. Surname's were known for treating their Pets roughly, and cruelly. I guess that's how we got the name. I didn't want to be a slave. To any form of action.

"Just let me leave. I'm sure you can find a more cooperative Pet just as soon."

"But I can't. None can compare to your beauty." He moved closer. "I promise you'll be okay. I couldn't hurt you even if I wanted to. You're too special."

"And why am I so special?" I asked, and he just replied with a smirk. I stood up to face him. "Seriph!" I spat, and in an instant I was pinned to the bed, with him on top of me.

"You will call me Blake." He growled. I took adavantage of what he wasn't expecting, and flipped him over, stradding his waist, and holdig his arms down. Although he was strong, I was able to catch him by surprise.

All the sudden a searing pain ripped throughout my body. I collapsed onto his solid chest, and he sat up, holding me in his arms. He held one arm around my shoulders, and the other around my waist, in an effective attempt to comfort me. 

"I...might...be a li-little more....cooperat-ive..if you stopped tha-at." I stuttered, gasping for air, and choking on the blood in my mouth. I could feel my spine trying to rip itself out of my body. I cried out in pain, and the torture stopped. I relaxed into his arms, trying to catch my breath.

As soon as I realized what I was doing, I pulled myself away. I rubbed my side, which was still causing me quite a lot of pain. 

"Come here." He said softly.

"No."

"I said come here." He growled, pushing my knees back against the bedside table, forcing me to sit on top of it. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed both of my small wrists, with one strong hand.

"What's your name?"

"Alana."

"Let me see your side." He moved his hand under the shirt he had given me, and ran it up my side, pushing the shirt up as he went. His thumb brushed the back strap of my bra, and I sucked in a sharp breath.

He examined the awful black and purple bruise that ran from my hip up to my ribcage. 

"Does it hurt?" He asked. his voice was dark, but caring. I tried to scoot backwards, away from him, but he pulled me closer to his body. "Does it hurt?" He asked, a little firmer this time.

I pursed my lips and nodded. He droppped my arms, and moved his head down to my body. He slowly started to kiss up the bruise. I tried to push him away, but saw what he was doing. Another Surname gift, apparantly. The bruise was healing, and my pain was fading away.

I placed my hands on his shoulders, and leaned my head back. I bit my lip, trying to contain the moan that was threatening to escape from my lips. He was so hot. As soon as he pulled his head away, to look back at me, I dropped myslef of the table and looked away, trying to ignore the fact that all I wanted was more.

"That's a nice gift." I said sarcastically, as he exited the room. I didn't want him all over me like that. It was hot, but he was a bastard. A really hot bastard.

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