Love Bitten: The Revamp

Chapter 6 - Confronting Her Gone Wrong

I watched my mistress pick up the bottle of soap liquid before she poured a little into the tub. I then watched her climb in. "Come on, my little mate. Remove your clothes and climb in." she said to me in that sweet and gentle tone she used in my dream. I can't believe that this has happened to me and only me. 

I remained where I was, not moving at all. I just stared at Terry. Is Terry even her real name? So many stupid questions to be answered. 

Terry then frowned at me, finally realising that I was not okay with this. She then leaned against the tub, her eyes staring right at my shaking body. "Why are you so afraid of me, my little mate?" she asked me. That word wants to make me scream. 

"Why have you brought me here with you?" I asked her as a reply. "I wanted to bring you here with me so we could share wonderful moments together as a couple. I want no harm to come to you. That boyfriend of yours is dangerous."  she replied to me. 

"Are you being honest? Or do you not understand that word?" I asked her. There we go. 

Terry then sat up again, her eyes glowing a darker purple. She has realised that I snapped out of her spell, whatever it is. Compulsion? 

"You are more stronger than I thought. Undress from your clothes. Now." she ordered me, before I immediately started to do so. Not again...I am so tired of this already...

After I got undressed, I climbed into the tub with Terry. I got a strong feeling that she was a vampire. Who the fuck am I kidding, of course she was a vampire!

"Good girl. Now, get clean." she then ordered me. I once again followed her stupid order. I need to escape somehow. I want to be with Clark. Not with her, even though 'fate' put us together.

Around half an hour later, I was doing some chores around the castle as my punishment for speaking rudely to my mistress. I cleaned the shelves, tables, and kitchen counters. I didn't know what I was doing. This wasn't me. I was someone else, doing ugly chores for someone that I hate. My stomach growled aggressively, alerting me that I was starving. But, my body wanted the counters to be wiped down well. All of my muscles felt tense. I hated it. My legs ache, my arms ache, everything aches. 

"Zoe! Zoe!" I heard someone call my name. I recognise the voice, but I couldn't register who it was. "Zoe!!" I heard the voice yell again. Who was it? Whoever it was, I am sorry. Zoe can't come to you right now. 

Then, I heard a loud...male scream. Male? I lifted my head up from the counter, looking out of the window. I saw a young male with short brown hair and tanned skin. I couldn't see his eyes, because they were covered by a blindfold. How did he know my name? Then, I watched his neck get snapped by something. A power of some kind. I still don't know my mistress well. Whoever he was, rest in peace.