Slaughtered

17

Mira's P.O.V
My head felt fuzzy and a small tingle from my back and legs felt nice where Donovan carried me.

"How much did you drink Mira?" Donovan looked down at me in his arms. He looks so cute, I giggled slightly.

"You so pretty... Boop." I touched his nose and he gave me a small glance before stopping at our door.

"Alright, I'm going go need you to stand."

"I can do sir..." I lifted my arm to my forehead and threw it up like a salute before he set me down. As soon as Donovan let go my knees buckled and I could feel my legs give out before I fell to the floor. Everything got so dizzy and all I could do is laugh.

"Alright..." Donovan's hands wrapped around me and lifted me off the floor. "You can go get changed and then go to bed." The demand in his voice caught my attention, however, I don't want to go to bed.

"But Donovan pleaseeee" My plee had done pretty much nothing. I lifted my hand up to his neck, dear father did his hair look soft. Donovan looked at me, watching as I felt his hair. I laced my fingers in his hair, then let my hand drop before realizing I had pulled it.

Donovan let out a low growl, the soft purr of his chest felt nice. It felt like the same one when he had bitten me, the scare heated up with every second I thought about it.

"Woah-okay, I'm putting you down and you are going to change and get to bed." His hands left my body and my feet touched the soft ground, soon followed by the rest of my body.

"Please don't make me sir" I gripped his leg, all shame and fear were gone, I get amazing.

"I'll grab you close, then you have to get up." He moved and i let go, the heat from my body was almost unbearable. Donovan disappeared it the closet, i felt on fire, the tingling from where his hands had been sent me almost into a frenzy of sorts.

I pulled at my shirt, the cool air felt amazing against my stomach, eventually, i just pulled it off. I slowly started pulling at my skirt, the touch of my hand on my thigh felt cold as tingly. I moved to stand up and felt my hair sway against my back, the black lace on my chest felt warm but let the cool air pass through it. My back scratched against the carpet before i had lifted off it quickly.

"Oh my- Mira what are you doing?" Donovan's tone was surprising to hear, i had forgotten he was even here.

"It's hot sir." I was whinier then i had thought.

"It is." A small smirk crossed his face, I'm not sure why the temperature made him smile when i was about to cry from how hot it is. Looking at him made my stomach twist, i felt weird, but this time i knew i wasn't hungry. "If it's really that hot then you can wear one of my light shirts okay?"

I nodded wanting to feel something cold on my skin. Donovan left and came back much quicker this time tossing his cold t-shirt over me. I clutched it into my hands holding it close before sliding off my bra and pulling the shirt over my head.

After i pulled my hair from underneath i looked to Donovan only to see his wide eyes and a flushed face. He let out a cough before turning to the bathroom. I could hear his shuffling, his shoes were heavy on the tile floor.

I let my eyes fall shut before hearing the door open, Donovan stood over me just breathing heavily. "You don't have to stare" i let out a chuckle before a hand covered my mouth. This wasn't Donovan.

Donovan's P.O.V
The door slammed shut behind me. Panic slowly crept up my spine. She is definitely drunk, but im not sure how? Everyone should have had water, or did someone switch her drink? Should I really even leave her alone?

I turned on the water letting it run for a second before splashing some on my face. Who would even want her to be drunk at this hour?

The sounds of rushing water filled my ears, my panic started to calm and I felt like I could breathe again. I turned off the water and dabbed my face with a towel before opening the door.

"Alright, Mira-" She was no longer on the floor, the chair by my desk had been turned over to the floor. "Mira?" The closet door was closed, I rushed over to open it only to find it empty.

"Mira!, where are you?" No answer, my hands started to feel sweaty and cold. It felt like I was starting to shake with fear and anger. Where is she?

It finally hit me. Someone has her.

Mira P.O.V
"Come on up!" A hand came across my face making my eyes shoot open. "Stupid pet. Get up." My feet didn't want to work, I was trying to do what I was told, but the quick pace of movement was to much. I looked up at the deep voice, one I feel I've heard before.

"F-father?"