[Completed] Riley Hayes | A Vampire Novel - Book I

Chapter 1 - Chained

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The eerie sound of chains rattling was heard above my head where my wrists were chained up with iron shackles. My wrists surely were red and irritated from the tightness of them.

My arms were completely numb from holding them up straight above my head for hours and my knees were roughly scraped from being in this painful kneeling position on stone flooring.

My body was only covered by a thin material of the lingerie they provided for us here. It was a dull grey color and because of the lack of clothing, my body was shivering from the cold.

My long straight blond hair reached my waist, though having lost its healthy shine. It was all tangled up and knotty, dirty as well. My green eyes were once ablaze and sparkling but now my lids felt heavy.

To top that all of, my back was still bleeding from the punishment I had just received. Whipping. It was hurting so bad, everything was aching and it was hard for me to stay conscious.

The reason for my punishment?

Spitting in the slave masters' face when he was demanding I'd call him master and beg for some scraps of food. I had laughed of course, in his face.

He had forcefully grabbed my hair and tugged it roughly to direct my gaze to the brick wall of this dungeon so I wasn't looking him right in the eyes, they truly hated that for it was sort of challenging them.

I hadn't eaten in a few days and I was severely dehydrated but I still would never beg one of them for anything, it was against my morals. So instead I had rounded up a nice, juicy, and fat gob of spit and painted his face with it.

And I can already inform you that he did not appreciate it, probably not an art fan. I was dragged out of my cage and placed in the dungeon where I received my punishment. Twenty-five lashes to be exact.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard the steel door opening so I raised my head as I ignored the pain shooting through my body as I did to glare once again in those dark blue eyes of the slave master. His hair was a brownish color, his facial features were sharp and manly. His body posture screams dominance and the muscles under his shirt portrayed it as well. "Have you learned your lesson, slave?"

I huffed out loud, slave. "Are you still sleeping? It seems to me like you're dreaming." I replied to him.

The moment the last word had left my mouth I was hardly slapped across my right cheek, a burning sensation was left there as he retreated his hand and did the same on my other cheek. It only made me laugh harder as I again challenged him by staring him in his eyes. "Was that really necessary, Caleb? How about going to an anger management course?" Also using his name was just to piss him off a little bit more, not sure if it was possible but let's see.

He angrily hissed in my face and at the same time, one of his hands reached behind my back to claw at the fresh wounds he just had created. A soft whimper left my mouth and tears were threatening to spill, I desperately held them in to avoid giving him the satisfaction.

"Riley, Riley, Riley..." My name rolled off his clicking tongue as he disappointingly moved his finger in front of my face. "Is all this pain worth it? To show as much disobedience as possible? To anger me to no extent? When are you going to learn?"