Untamed Slave

Chapter 2

7 years later

I've dreaded this day for years now. This is the year I will turn eighteen. That means I'm done with Madam Fiona's slave academy. It's really frightening. I've heard stories of what happens when you are a real slave. Hell, I've seen the girls that had been sent to Madam Fiona by their Master and Mistresses. Subsequent to taking Bridget in, the news spread, and the vampires, who weren't embarrassed to admit that they can't control their slaves, brought them to her and she trained the slaves for an unreasonable price. Sure, life at the academy wasn't all that nice, but there weren't guys that manage to successfully rape you and you don't get beaten to a pulp on a daily basis. The worst thing at the academy was the biting, them feeding off you. I remember that first time when miss Fiona had bitten me, it kept me in check most of the time -okay rarely, but she told us we had to get use to being bitten, so we were divided under her vampire slaves as blood bags. I was one of her blood bags. She had taken an interest in me from the start. I was going to bring her in a lot of money -that is also why she is so excited that I’m almost eighteen. Back to the biting- my one wrist looks heavily scarred. Miss Fiona has three girls she drinks from; dividing the week, each girl has 2 days and those who she gets mad at get the extra day. That is 2-3 times a week, I mostly got the extra day. Which comes down to between 728 and 1092 bites my wrist has endured without counting my punishment bites, but the worst punishment I have endured started when Bridget turned eighteen. I had a huge fit. I didn't want her to go, she was my friend and they wanted to take her away from me. She was there for me, protected me and cared for me. My tantrum was rewarded with me being locked in the basement for four days without food. Sure, I felt like dying of hunger, but the sadness I felt about having my friend taken away was way worse. I've never felt so alone. Now here I am. My things were packed for me, my files had been organized and the car was waiting outside. I've been pleading, no begging Madam Fiona not to sell me. I could stay with her and be her slave, but she didn't want to hear any of it, all she could think about was cash. These last seven years, I never stopped hearing about it.

'Your flawless transparent skin will be like a drug for the vampires, your rosy cheeks just adding more to the allure.' She described me like I was a dessert and the hunger in her eyes was always clear. Then she'll go on by saying, 'Your plumb pink lips are begging to be kissed.' The first time she said that, I covered my lips with my hand 'And then there is your gorgeous hair and blue eyes. You, my dear, are the total package.' Years later, she started with my body. I do have curves in all the right places and with the workouts she forced upon me, my body would work against me. I have average-sized breasts, but with my small middle and flat stomach, they look rather big and then I have a curvy butt and legs for days. No matter what I wear, it always draws your attention to a part of my body. I sighed and looked in the mirror. My tight curls were hanging loose today- my hair came down to the middle of my back. I just love my hair. It's unique and has never been tampered with or damaged by any coloring. My eyes are circled with black eyeliner, making them stand out. It would be the first thing you see about me - well, not if you're a guy. My outfit consists of a sleeveless sweetheart cut, skin tight black dress that Miss Fiona got me. It makes me look like a total slut, but she just wanted to increase any chance there was to get the bids higher. Just saying that makes my stomach churn.

"Come on Kaitlinn, I don't have all day!" I heard her yelling from outside my door. I rushed out before she had to come in and get me.

"Please, Mistress, I'm begging you! Please let me stay. I won't cause any trouble and I'll do chores and be your blood donor until the day I die, please!"

"You are driving me insane; I would have killed you by now if you weren't such a great investment!" She hissed at me before grabbing my arm and pulling me along with her. When we got outside, she forced me into the car.

"Please let me stay!"

"You can stop begging, because it's not going to happen. What good would you be to me? I'm not particularly fond of your blood; I drank it, because the other vampires could kill anyone at any given moment. It just takes that one slip of control." She sighed before continuing.

"And what use would you be in my house? I hardly trained you in most respects, because who would I be kidding? No one will buy you for cleaning...No, you will be bought to be a s*x slave, a little trinket for their amusement and pleasure." That shut me up. I don't want to be a s*x slave; I want to stay a virgin, until it's my choice. I want to have s*x in an act of love, not because my Master orders me to. A tear slipped from my eye and I quickly wiped it away. Madam Fiona hates crying and I hate crying in front of her or anyone, for that matter. It makes you seem weak and that just gives them pleasure. The last time I really cried was the day they took Bridget.

I felt the car slowing down. I looked out the window to see an old building. It looked as if there was no one there -it seemed totally abandoned. It was big and made out of grey bricks that started crumbling in a few spots. On the walls was graffiti and on the ground there were papers and other rubbish. It looked like a total dump. She got out of the car and quickly grabbed my arm, pulling me out. I grabbed on to the seat-belt, but she just ripped it right out.

"Please, please don't sell me!" She just rolled her eyes and kept pulling me along with her. She didn't go through the front door as I expected, we walked around back to a smaller door. She knocked until a big guy opened the door. He looked scary as hell. He had scars on his face, arms and chest, three face piercings and shaven patterns on the side of his head. The rest of him was clothed.

"Fiona, I was wondering when you would be showing up?" When he talked I could see he had a tongue piercing too.

"And you have brought an interesting one. I haven't seen anyone this beautiful and tempting in a while."

"And let me guess you killed that one."

"Not without having fun with her first." His eyes roamed over me, giving me the chills.

"Maybe I'll just keep her all to myself." He winked at me and everything in me went ice cold.

"No you won't, Rufus; you won't be able to afford her. Now let me in!"

"Too bad I would have loved to explore that body of hers." He talked as if I wasn't even there. He stepped to the side and let us pass. Just as I stepped through, the door slammed shut. He was suddenly right behind me. To close for comfort. I could feel his coldness radiating onto my body. He inhaled my scent and groaned approvingly.

"It's too bad I can't afford you, we could have had so much fun, but maybe if you don't get sold today we still could." The chills were back as he whispered it into my ear.

"Stop pestering my human, Rufus. If she doesn't sell, I'll take her home and bring her back tomorrow. No way are you soiling my precious possession." I felt better and yet offended at her words .We stopped at a desk.

"Madam Fiona, he'll see you right away, you don't have to wait." The girl seemed oddly nervous, did people really fear Fiona this much? She grabbed my arm and pulled me to the door. She flashed us inside before closing it quickly.

"Hello my dear and what have you brought me today?" He looked up at me and smiled.

"Well, you have out done yourself!" like she had any real influence on how I look. that is thanks to my parents genetics.

"Matt!“ I jumped a little as he yelled for the other person.

"Do you have a file for her?" Fiona handed my file to him just as another guy came in.

"You called?" More like summoned very loudly.

"Take this girl through the usual assessment."

"Come with me!" He didn't leave room to argue, so I followed him through another interlinked door.

Fiona's POV

"Well, she's definitely a prize. I see you haven't had her trained as hard as some of your others, but I understand why, with her looking how she does, she wouldn't do a lot of thing of her back."

"Yes, I'm hoping to get a lot for her, so we still have the agreement on 50/50, right?"

"Yes, we still do. Fiona the girl.She doesn't look like someone that could just disappear without anyone noticing."

"You have no idea how right you are! She's been a tough case. The night she was taken, her friends had heard her yelling and they came for her! They took on the vampire!"

"How old was she?"

"Everything is in her file."

"You know I don't like reading, it's just for her next owner."

"She was 11."

"So a bunch of kids around her age attacked a vampire." I nodded.

"That's not all. They had a good look at the guy, so the police had a great description and, of course, to make things worse, her father is rich, her mother is rich, and her mother's fiance is a self-proclaimed billionaire. They funded the police as best they could. They found the guy, but he took his own life, because he was afraid of being exposed. I had to lock her up for three years. She wasn't allowed outside or near windows. I had her on vitamin D supplements, because she wasn't getting any sun. The first year ended and so did the police and her mother's efforts. Her father kept going at it for another year. Her photo was on the internet, every television screen, posters and even billboards. He hosted events for missing children in her name. He even hired a few private detectives, but after that year he couldn't live with not finding her, so they finally had her funeral. The place she was kidnapped is now a park named after her. At the entrance, people of the town leave flowers and stuffed animals. That's why I kept her in for that third year just to be safe."

"And has it been safe? There weren't any other difficulties?" He asked. He doesn't like selling high-risk slaves. He does it, he just doesn't like it.

"No, not a problem, since, and it's good that we are so far away from her hometown."

"Yes it really is." I smirked at him.

Kaitlinn POV

I could hear everything Fiona and the old guy were talking about, but it wasn't anything new to me. I had felt so bad about my dad, I had judged him completely wrong. He did care for me, he cared the most.I had gotten my hands on a newspaper article when I was missing for about a year. I can still remember what it said. Alex - our eligible bachelor - finally tied the knot with Karen. Photo on the side is of Karen with her loving stepson, happy as can be. Is this young boy replacing the daughter she lost or is the poor girl forgotten all together? I stopped reading after that. I couldn't believe my mom replaced me with that little brat.

"Okay, give me your arm, it won't hurt, I promise." I handed him my left arm. He frowned at my wrist and I quickly pulled away, giving him my other arm.

"It's what happens when you stay with a vampire for 7 years and get fed on almost on a daily basis in the exact same place." I stated it softly, afraid I might offend him since he is a vampire. He pressed the needle into my arm and pulled out some of my blood. He handed me a cotton ball to press on the small hole.

"You don't want to be bleeding in this place." He smiled slightly at me.

"Why do you need my blood?"

"I have to run some tests to make sure that you don't have any illnesses that can be transferred through your blood when someone feeds on you."

"I thought vampires didn't get sick?"

"We don't, but the illness acts as a poison and contaminates our blood, in turn making us unable to feed for a long period of time. It makes us weak and vulnerable. Now stop asking questions." I nodded and looked down at my fingers.

"Is that scar the only one you have on your body? Please be honest, if you don't, I'll have you undress so that I can make sure."

"Yes, it's the only scar."

"What about blemishes?"

"Only my birth mark is on my..."

"On your what? You need to be precise."

"On my lower right backside, almost on my butt." Precise enough? I thought sarcastically.

"Okay, do you have any disabilities I should know of before hand, like blindness?"

"No!"

"Age?"

"18."

"Virgin?" I looked at him shocked.

"Come on, answer me. I have others that need my attention."

"Yes." I blushed red hot; I can't believe he actually asked me that. After the questions, he tested my eyes, hearing and took my fingerprints. When he was done, he took me back to where Fiona was and handed the old guy two papers before leaving again.

"Okay, almost done. All that is left to do is for you to relinquish your ownership. You'll have to fill in this form and sign it. When her new owner signs for her, you'll sign again for your share of the money."

"Yes I know I've done this before." She rolled her eyes while he just laughed at her in return.

"Rufus!" The door opened to reveal the scary guy again.

"Escort Fionas to the slave cells please." He nodded and gestured for us to follow him. We walked down the narrow halls until we came to a door. He opened it and led us down some stairs. As we came to the bottom, my eyes fell on the cells. It looked like a real jail cell. He opened the gate and told me to get in.

"Please Madam Fiona, don't do this, please just take me back with you. I can learn the stuff you never taught me. I will work hard. Just don't let them sell me please!" The guy grabbed me and threw me into the cell.

"No can do dear." She said, her voice void of any sympathy for me. As they left, I stared after them, even long after they were gone.

"What did you do?" A girl asked, coming to stand next to me. I could hear other girls crying from behind me, but I hadn't had the heart to look.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"What did you do wrong? Why is she selling you?" I looked over to her and then back at the steps.

"I didn't do anything wrong. She is Madam Fiona. She buys young girls, trains them to become great slaves and then, when you turn eighteen, she sells you for a profit."

"So you want to stay with her? I heard you mentioning that you are willing to learn. Haven't you been there for long or something?" I looked over at the girl again. Her brown hair was greasy and her skin filthy, her clothes torn. She has been a slave for awhile and she hasn't been in the best of circumstances, from what I can see.

"I've been with her for seven years. She didn't really train me that hard, because she knows that no one will buy me for anything other than being a s*x slave."

"Oh, now I get why you want her to keep you so badly."

"Yes, I don't want to be used sexually or in any other way," I explained.

"Maybe you'll get a nice Master that will not rape you, but ask for consent, but don't get your hopes up though." She actually laughed at me, I felt my head and hope fall. This can't be happening. I stood there resting my head on the cold bar. The only time I lifted it was when they came down. One by one they took the girls up, not one of them coming back. I was next and it was my last chance I had to talk to Fiona. I heard the door opening and then I heard Rufus' footsteps on the stairs. He appeared in front of me smirking.

"It's your turn, I honestly hope you don't get sold and if the bid is low enough I'll get you for myself." He opened the gate, grabbing my arm and dragging me with him. He was way too close. As I got outside the door I saw Fiona.

"Please Madam Fiona don't do this, don't sell me please! I don't want this please! You can't let them do this! You know what will happen to me if someone buys me!" She just stared at me doing nothing. Rufus started pulling me away in the opposite direction with my free hand. I hit him with my fist. He didn't expect it and let go of my arm. He quickly caught me again, this time picking me up. I thought he would throw me over his shoulder, but he held me against his chest like you would hold a teddy bear in a hug. Yes, he is that big compared to me. He is about 6.2 feet tall, and where I’m 5.1 there's a gigantic gap.

"Struggle all you want, it only adds to my pleasure with that sexy body of yours rubbing up against mine." I stopped moving immediately and he only laughed. He sat me down outside the door. He stood behind me, almost pressing me against it. I could hear what was being said on the other side.

"Next we have a human girl." Rufus opened the door, pushing me through it. I stood on a stage facing hundreds of people.

Unknown POV

"Come on, just one girl." He's been nagging me the whole morning. Since we got in the car and came here.

"I'm not buying a girl, forget it."

"The pack needs a new slave. The guys have used up our former one. Not to mention that the pack girls aren't into the whole sleeping around thing. They prefer waiting for their mates and it's hard concealing our inner beast when we are with a human, so a slave makes the most sense. What am I to do with all this testosterone?" He gestured to all of him.

"Become acquainted with your hand! And there is nothing wrong with our slave."

"She doesn't even feel any pleasure anymore, she just lays there, it takes the fun out of it." Urg this constant nagging!

"I said no!" I growled at him. He took a step back immediately.

"Sorry Alpha." I hate using my alpha tone on him, he is my Beta after all, but I can only take that much.

"What if we just go and look at them, we don't even have to buy them. You already bought all the wolves that they were going to sell. Come on man."

"Won't that make you hornier than you already are?" I asked, not wanting to spend the entire drive back home being able to smell the lust rolling of him in waves,

"Yeah probably, but at least I won't be nagging you anymore."

"Okay pervert, let's go." We walked over to the girls' side and received our pamphlets -with all the girls' information on them. The girl handling them showed us that they were auctioning the fourth girl from last now. We took two of the seats at the back. The girl on the stage was overly skinny. Her last Master clearly didn't feed her enough. The bets started and she got sold quickly for a nice price too. I looked down at my pamphlet. Next would be another human girl.

"Next we have a human girl." The door opened and the girl got pushed out. She stood there looking out at us. I was mesmerized. She looked exactly like... I had to have her. She is mine! I could feel the growl building in my chest as every hot-blooded male started betting on her.

"Whoa calm down. I know she looks like Candice, but Candice is dead. That isn't your mate up there, it's an 18-year-old virgin girl." I grabbed him by the throat.

"Stop looking at her. She is mine!" He winced at my voice. My nails started to elongate into his flesh.

"10 000! Do I hear 12 000?"

"12 000!" Some guy yelled and a loud growl erupted from me.

"25 000!" I yelled out above everyone.

"25 000 going once, going twice ..."

"27 000!" That same guy yelled. The next thing I knew, I was at his side. Without flinching, I snapped his neck.

"27 000!" I growled.

"27 000 going once, going twice, sold to the nice werewolf over there." Her skin had gone paler. She was staring at the guys’ body at my feet. A guy came on the stage and pulled her with him. I quickly went to collections. She was standing there waiting for me and only me. That little black dress of hers hugging her figure made my whole body tense. Her blue eyes met mine and they grew bigger.

"Here you go, Dillan, just sign here and place the money there to be counted and then she is all yours."

"No, please just send me back to Miss Fiona. I don't want to go with him, please!" A growl slipped from me. She didn't want me? No! That is a lie; someone is making her say that! I signed and gave the money. I could have bought 10 wolves at her price, but she is worth it. She is my second chance to be my one true love.

"Thank you for your business. Here is her file. Please go and enjoy her and if you so ever want to sell her you know where to come."

"I'll never sell her; she is mine and will always be!"