Bloodlines - Book One - COMPLETE

Chapter 7

I've lost track of days. I think it's been...five day.

All I do is eat, bath, and sleep. Desmond won't let me out of the room. He won't untie me from the floor when I'm not eating. And he's never here.

Everyday I'm given bulky clothing that I assume is Desmond's. They completely cover me from head to toe.

Besides that, being thrown clothes and being taken for food, it's just me in this room...till he comes to bed.

I try to talk, I try to be friendly? Or less threatening. I try to bed convincing. But he just rolls over and ignores me.

My back is starting to hurt.

So either yesterday or a couple days ago, I started to untie myself and walk around the room. I would take baths and lay on Desmond's bed. And it is heavenly.

But I'm anxious, well more than normal. So today is the day. I and leaving this room and exploring. I need to find an escape. I need ...a breather.

I've been playing their games. But I need out. I need to risk it.

Unclipping my leash I stand up. Tip toeing to the door I touch the handle. And surprise, it was unlocked. They must really trust me….

Peaking out of the doorway I saw no one in sight. I know to my left and down the stairs is where we easy. Looking to my right it just seem to have a bend.

Following the right wall I quietly walk around the mansion.

Round and round I went looking for something leading outside besides a window three floors of the ground.

And i was lost that didn't take long. With the multiple set of stairs and mossy of the hallways look the same I am not surprise I manage this long without losing myself.

Coming to a four way intersection and I panic. Running my fingers threw my sweaty hair I spun around and around trying to figure out where to go.

Voices came from one of the hallways. "Im so excited for this ball!" A female voice giggles.

Shit, shit, shit!

Running away from the voices I try to hide.

"Ya, Royal Hathor should be pleased with all this prep." Some says dryly.

Looking for a place to hide all these doors are locked. Crap. 

Panic I stop and look around, back and forth from the 3 way intersection. Ummm did i come from the left or right?

The hair on the back of my neck began to raise, and this pull telling me to go left. And without thinking about it I followed it, praying it was my instincts.

This pull was weird...it was a sense of urgency, and a pang of pain shot through my spine the closer I got.

The pull jerks me to a door on the right and I go in swiftly and quietly.

Slowly and quietly I close the door and press my forehead to the door frame, panting from all the running, and from my fear of being caught.

That was so close.

Closing my eyes I try to relax and listen for the chance to try to find my room.

The sounds of...moaning eoched threw the room. I went rigid as I slowly turned around to find a horrifying sight.

Lorna is in the arms of someone, some very blonde man. A thick arm Between her breast grasping the front of her neck. The head full of blonde hair firmly pressed again the nape of her neck.

Lorna's back pressed against the mans broad chest, wiggling a little under his grasp, swerving in his arms. Her flesh is slightly pink as a blush fills her. Lorna moves her head to the side, away from the man and moans again.

Immediately fingers went into her mouth and she started to suck them. Moaning more.

A deep low growl came from the man and Lorna suddenly jerked and moan in pain.

The head moved a bit and Lorna shutters under him and when the fingers remove from her mouth she sighed in pleasure.

A thin like of blood trickles down her chest, but the head, nods? And stops the flow.

The man sat up and red eyes pierce my being. Desmond stood there staring down at me blood dripping out of his mouth. "What are you doing here, little kitten."

My hand went to my neck. Pain filled me, starting with my neck making it impossible to speak. I go to speak and my throat felt closed shut. Dry. Unresponsive.

He starts to walk forward and I back away. "Why did you leave the room?" He bark wiping his mouth with his hand and keeps walking forward.

I kept walking, following the wall. Looking down at my hand it was covered in blood. I really began to panic. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. I just froze and stared at my hand.

"Little kitten!" Looking up Desmond is right in front of me, towering me. I step back and stumble over the rug in the room following backward. Hitting my head on the way down. And I was out.

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Sorry for the super short chapter. Buttttttt, next chapter is gonna be in Desmonds POV. And its just a "recap" you'll see.