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

Chapter 2 - Weakened

This was the first time I screamed during our playtime, it was the first time I even let the thought of pleading for him to stop cross my mind.

I didn't though.

I lost the count after fifty, my conscious was beginning to fade. My head was hanging low and my eyes focused on the puddle of blood I was kneeling in. My blood.

Fuck this was unbearable.

I'm sure I'll get stronger if I survive this, I never really minded the thought of death but I need to continue. I can't give up, not on staying strong and not on life. One day I'll escape and I'll be tougher than ever before.

I was allowed to rest a little before he would return and whip me again, he even went for my front, arms, and legs this time. He allowed me to rest so I would stay conscious during the punishment and so I suffered as much as possible.

This continued throughout the night, and all this time I remained bound. My arms were completely numb by now. "Riley... Stay with me? Are you ready to continue? Or is there something you'd like to say to me?" Caleb was taunting me, thinking I was even close to giving in.

No way.

"Eat dog shit, I'm ready, hurry the fuck up." I spat at him, almost using all my energy to do so.

Caleb sighed. He walked up to the closet to choose a whip for this session, a plain one, or maybe a barbed one. I didn't see what he had chosen but just as he was to land the first strike, we were interrupted by one of his lackeys.

"Sir, Lord Devonshire is here to buy a new slave."

I saw Caleb raise his eyebrows up high, "already? He bought one last week!" Caleb was visibly annoyed that our session was ruined but he was excited for his new consumer.

A Lord.

The most powerful vampires of all, and one was here. I was quite curious as to what he would look like. Would it be an older man? Maybe finally one that would be considered ugly?

My movements remained completely still as I watched him place the whip back in its holder. Now I saw it, it had tiny hooks on it. That would've been hell. Wouldn't I have died?

I felt his hand come up onto my head and lightly pet it, which made me almost throw up already. "Be good, Riley, I'll be back for playtime in a little. The Lord is not that picky."

Right now I didn't have the strength to shrug his hand of my head so all I could do was talk. "Don't forget to kiss his ass!" I yelled after them.

I had the most horrible taste in my mouth from all my blood. Also, the stench of it was awful. I was sitting in my own pool of blood, my whole body was covered in lashes that were oozing it.

I felt drowsy and lightheaded because of it. 

My skin lost its healthy color from all the loss of blood. Though you barely saw it for I was covered in wounds and bruises.

Strangely I was hearing voices approach the cells of the dungeons, it hadn't even been fifteen minutes and he was already back? That man really wasn't picky then.

Caleb was the first one to enter, I say first because I saw a shadow following him closely behind. "So as I stated before Lord, she was a huntress but completely untrained as a pet. She hasn't even fulfilled the basic training." And then I saw who Caleb was informing about me.

That man could only be described as gorgeous, the darkest raven hair and deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. His features were sharp and neatly proportioned, almost godlike. Or the cliche saying of as if he was sculpted by the gods.