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my week alone

For 7 days after the wake up, type didn't see the vampire at all, but everyday to his tray there would be the 2 containers filled to the brim with his blood, with a note, "you can only drink from me."
At first type was extatic, that he didn't see nor hear from the vampire, oddly that only lasted for one day.
By the 2nd, he didn't know why but the pull started to increase a bit. Type though fought against it.
The 3rd day, he started to get very irritated with himself and the corpse, not understanding why he didn't come. The one thing that got to type the most was the fact he was starting to miss the vampire, but being him he fought against it.
The next 4 days, he started to keep himself busy by taking the napkins from the tray to dust and clean the room, he was trying to keep physically and mentally distracted, it worked during the night, but when he dreamed, there would be long fingers, those hands and also him, he would whisper sweet things to type bickening.
Type though, always woke up alone, it started to really get to him.
The 8th day, waking up slowly, he opened his eyes to dart, looking to the ceiling.
Turning his head, he took a deep breathe in, to turn to his side, to pat the bed.
Your....... Losing it type..... Why are you missing your rapist?
Type turned to his back to take a very long breathe.
He isn't that though...... You started it...... Didn't tell him no........I highly doubt he would listen.....
Getting up, he placed his hands behind him, to look around the familiar, darkened room, to sign.
What is going on? Why hasn't he.....
Type peered his eyes down to grit his teeth in anger, hating himself that he missed that vampire and was wanting him to come back.
Shaking his head, type got off, to fix the bed, then did some light excerise. This started to become his routine, he also did it to keep his mind occupied.
Done, he turned to stand before the tray, looking over the food with a sullen deamoner, to then eye the containers.
Why...... Are you doing this? Why am I still here? If your not going to come back....... Then can't you let me go.....
Feeling cold arms, type looked down, they darted, to slightly turn his head.
"You are mine. Remember that, you are not going anywhere."
Turning his head fully, type signed.
It was all in his head.
Darting his eyes to the emptiness behind, he turned his head to grab the container filled with blood, to eye.
Why...... Are you doing this to me...... You take my first kiss and virginity...... Then you lock me up in this room and don't come back...... What the hell is wrong with this vampire...... And when I started to think you were...... Different....... Your nothing but the same......
Signing and deeply, he placed the container back, to consume the food instead.
Your...... Just going to lock me in this room, then go fuck yourself...... I'm not going to fed from the containers anymore......
Eating the full tray, downing every liquid, he turned to place his hand to his stomach it hurt, but un clenched.
No...... I'm not...... Give me your worst stomach......I don't give a shit!
Going to the dresser, he grabbed some clothes, to look to his ankle, to then look to the door nob.
3 days ago, a vampire guard came in to take off the chain, while another replaced the nob. Instantly when they left type tried to open the door, he burned his hand and needed to drink all the blood from the container to make it better.
Type shook his head.
Fucking asshole corpse!
Then his face fell.
When...... When will you come back?
Types eyes widen to shake his head.
My God...... This is Stockholm syndrome!
Turning he went to the bathroom, to close the door to then place his clothes to the table to then turn the shower on.
Warm, he went in to hang his head, with a hand to his stomach, it started to hurt.
Nope...... Not going to drink! I'm sick of this arrangement, if you want me to fed, take reasonability and come here so I can from your body.
Turning his head, type gritted his teeth has flashes of there sex came across. The moans, the feeling, the emotions, the cold pressed to the warmth.
Type started to breathe heavily, he had never had sex before but what they started was electric.
Taking his head up, the water hit his chest, he bit into his lip remembering the sensation, his brows furrowed when he started to feel good.
Opening his eyes a bit confused, he looked down to see he was masterbating.
Making a face, he shook his head, to take his hand up to clean under the water to look Angerly at it.
What the hell am I doing! What the fuck is the matter with me! Why am I like this! Hate him type! God just because he told you a story, which might not even be true, you are forgetting everything else.
You are a damn fool. Have you've forgotten, you are not in a relationship with him, he is your captor, you need to be finding a way to get out of this fucking room and run....... And just keep running.
After the shower, he got out, to dry then dress. Brushing his teeth, he relieved himself, to then go to the doorway.
Clutching his stomach, he fell to one knee, the pain was too much to bare.
Wincing, he lifted his head to eye the containers.
"Damn you!"
Up, he couldn't stop himself, he went straight too them to down one, getting his fill.
Once it emptied, he looked to it to sign.
Are you happy now..... You won again....
Placing it to the tray, he stepped to the glass to look, eyeing the outside.
Wrapping his arms around, he indulged in his thoughts.
Where..... Are you? Where have you been? Maybe...... He got what he wanted...... That's why he doesn't come here anymore...... If so..... Why won't he let me go..... Could it be, what he did to me, turning me without consent, it is illegal? Could he get in trouble for this? Would serve him right!
I highly doubt that though, he is rich, has a very powerful family name.
Type cocked his head to the side, to shake.
Why won't you let me go? Why am I still here? Why won't you let me leave this disgusting room where we.....
Turning his head he eyed the bed, his eyes darted.
"I love you."
Type shook his head, remembering.
Don't be stupid type, you told the vampire to say it, rather he tried to tell you, they feel deeper when they are in love, he is not for you.
Only See's you has his property, to do what he will with it. Your only his blood bank, even though since you've turned he hasn't taken any, don't know why, probably now only See's you has a whore, even though he hasn't come back.
Type turned his head to look out the window, to take a deep breath.
I..... Need to find a way out of here...... This is..... Probably nothing but a game to them..... Make you miss them then.....
"Ugh! I don't fucking miss him!"
I've just..... Been in here for too long..... It's all physical, he has not touched my heart, that is the one thing he can never take.
Never......I will never give that son of a bitch my heart! No vampire well ever get it.....
I hate you tharn! I fucking despise you! I'm hoping you died! Maybe that's why..... You.... Haven't.....
Turning his head, he heard a click, breathing heavily, he's eye brows furrowed in anger.
Tharn made his appereance, to close the door, to lock, wearing a glove, to turn eyeing type with no expression.
Type looked him over to scoff to turn his head to look out the window.
Damn it heart! Stop fucking racing! What the hell is the matter with you!
Tharn smirked, looking him over.
Mmm, knew he would be mad from my absence, however type......I knew you needed to be alone.
Letting his smirk slowly go away, he stepped to the half breed, they needed to talk.