"Let's go, we're running late!" Adrian ordered, swinging the whip in his hand impatiently.
He carefully counted the amount of women that exited the van and looked over the six slaves that instinctual lined up before him, waiting for further command. Adrian paused at the end of the line, sharply turning around on the backs of his boots, causing the gravel below him to crunch. He pointed a finger in the slave's face with a glare.
A pair of green eyes stared back at him with anger and he smirked. He grabbed her face and directed her gaze to the right. Adrian can feel the contraction of the slave's muscle as she cringed.
"You know better than to make eye-contact." Adrian hissed. "I'm warning you Lauren, if you don't behave I'll whip you so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month."
Lauren jerked her head free and stared to the ground, peeking from the corner of her eye to look back at Adrian with the same devilish grin in place. He made his way to the front of the line, examining each girl one last time.
He normally had his slaves dressed when they were sent to attend parties, but having them naked seemed suitable for this ball. As it was full of demons who would want nothing else, but to sleep with these women and clothes would be useless if they were going to tear them apart.
"I will only say this once!" Adrian announced. "No one here will turn down any of the guest and will do everything that is told of them and do not speak to anyone unless spoken to."
He turned around, tucking his hands behind his back with one hand grabbing his wrist and the whip lightly tapping the back of his thigh. A group of four men placed collars around the slaves' neck and attached a chain at the end.
Once securely bound, Adrian made his way up the stairs, leading to the main entrance of the mansion, and stepped into the foyer. The lively Victorian mansion was packed with hundreds of demons in richly colorful suits and gowns followed by the smell of cigars and cigarettes. Lauren felt her ears clog from the booming bass of the music that blared through the speakers mounted in the corners of the ceiling.
She scanned the crowd to see humans among the mix, some were as naked as she was, others were clothed, but all were chained around the neck with a leash. Many had much more decorative leashes than Lauren, which had been a plain silver, heavy, worn down chain.
The majority of humans were clearly pets as demons of high status bought them for show. Some had been purchased for entertainment and Lauren has seen a few who sung beautifully. Others were bought just for sex, but Lauren could accept that if she was given the option to have extravagant clothing without the gems and obnoxiously brightly colored feathers attached. At least the heels were sensible. Those humans covered in designer clothing were mostly smothered in wealth, but that didn't make them any happier.
Lauren had never felt so out of place with her own race. She was naked with scars around her body on full display and was too thin for her liking with little muscle because Adrian refused to feed his slaves daily, and what is given were merely scraps. She was a lot more appealing than the other girls though.
Lauren's frail body didn't turn away potential clients, as they only cared about being able to get off. Lauren did the job, too good. The humans at this party were plump, had a healthier glow, but lacked muscle as the food they were given had done nothing, but fatten them up. It reminded Lauren a lot like the slaves selected for food. It gave her the chills to picture the factories that held the humans that were raised and overfed to be distributed to demons that had a craving of human flesh.
Drawing near the grand stairs in the center of the foyer, Lauren mistakenly made eye-contact with a demon and quickly turned away as he growled. She fixed her gaze to the floor, keeping her head forward to stop herself from being taken away by her curiosity. She's never been in a mansion this spacious. It resembled a castle more than a house.
