Yes, Master

Chapter 5: Sold

I sat in a chair studying myself in the bathroom mirror. My brown hair was tied up in an intricate bun and my plain brown eyes stared back at me. Freckles danced across my cheeks and a scar from a sledding accident lingered just below my hairline. Behind me Haley poked and prodded at my hair with what felt like iron needles. As she dug down once again I yelped and jumped away in pain. Giving her a stern look, I attempted to protest.

“Haley!” I exclaimed, a sharp edge to my voice. She simply looked back at me and smiled while responding. “Sammy. Your hair is being more difficult than my algebra class! It's not my fault you have to endure pain for beauty.” She spoke dramatically, waving her arms around for good measure. I smiled to myself at her spunky behavior. 

“Are you excited for tonight?” Haley was starting to put the finishing touches on my now smoothed out hair. 

“I guess.” I sighed. I had never been the party type, and now I was going to a prom. My sister was more excited for me than I was. “I’m just nervous, that’s all.”

Haley stopped working on my hair, satisfied with her creation. “Well, don’t be. You look beautiful! Plus you got a hot date! This will be a night to remember!” She looked away dreamily and I couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. 

I awoke from my dream as cold water splashed on my face.

“Time to get up, sunshine. You've got a crowd waiting.”

I took in my surroundings. I was in what seemed to be a backstage area with girls all around me. They ranged from small children, to women that looked like mothers. All were dressed in similar outfits as I, a simple and plain black dress. To everyone's left, a black curtain hung menacingly. I watched the girls around me momentarily as they all eyed the curtain with disdain and apprehension. 

Just as soon as I was able to take in my surroundings and wipe the cold water from my face, an arm gripped mine. It lifted me up off the ground and shoved a dirty old rag into my hands.

“Wipe yourself off.” The voice demanded. As soon as I did I looked up only to come face to face with a smirking Derek. I scowled up at his towering frame and spit once again in his face, angry that he had knocked me out once again. His hand twitched like he was about to slap me, but stopped himself. “Just another 5 minutes and you will be out of my hair. Then you may finally learn your place, slave.”

At his words, anger courses through me. “For the last time, I am not a slave!” I practically screamed this into his face. At my words, other girls turned to me to stare. Their looks varied from threatening glares to terrified expressions for my and their own safety. With an exasperated sigh Derek left my side, while mumbling something under his breath.

Soon enough the activity behind the stage got more and more hectic, and girls were dragged out in front of the curtain. I watched as a few of the girls attempted to run for an exit, but they never made it far. Guards were standing only feet apart, watching us like prey. You'd think that there would have been some sort of organization, but girls were scattered around backstage, simply awaiting someone to pick them up and haul them in front of the curtain. 

Everything in my body was screaming at me to find a way out of this place. But as I watched more and more girls being stopped by guards, I felt a wave of hopelessness come over me. I could attempt to hide in this tiny room, but there was no guarantee I wouldn't be found. In fact, I probably would be found and beaten for stepping out of line. 

Not another minute had passed before an all too familiar hand gripped my upper arm. “Don’t you try anything stupid, doll.” Derek roughly took my arm and lifted me off the ground, not waiting for me to catch my footing. I stumbled alongside him for a minute, before he paused at the edge of the curtain. “If you do something stupid, and no one wants you, well lucky me I get to take you home and finally have a taste of you.” He whispered the words in my ear, sending chills up my spine. I considered making a run for it right then, but before I could take another breath I was being carted on stage. 

I don’t know what I was expecting the stage or the crowd to look like, but it was nothing like this. I was on a beaten down old wooden platform, hardly something you could call a stage. The audience in front of me was a variety of men and women with vacant and amused stares. There was no screaming or cheering coming from my audience, only the occasional whisper.

By the time I was in the middle of the beaten down platform, all eyes were on me. I cringed at the hungry expressions that bore into me. Each set of their eyes bore into my soul, seeming to extract the fear and desperation I was feeling. Derek must have seen the hunger in the audience's eyes, for he proceeded to introduce me with great enthusiasm.

“Here we have lovely Samantha! As I’m sure you can probably all smell, her blood is some of the sweetest around. This girl has no family and no friends, which means you won’t have to hide her too carefully, and she doesn't have much to fight for." Derek stated matter of factly. I bent my head low at his words, taking them to heart. It was true. I didn't have anything to fight for. Despite the horror I was feeling, Derek continued on without hesitations. "And lastly, don’t let this girl fool you, she can be quite feisty at times. She is new in this trade, and needs a strong master to tame her! Let’s start the bidding, shall we?” I cringed again at the word 'bidding.' I really was no more than a piece of meat, now. 

Calm voices started to ring out around me. There were no shouts, just raised hands and steel voices barely above a whisper. At the raise of a hand, they spoke their price and left it at that. As far as I could tell, there wasn't even any arguing. 

I think it would have been better if they were shouting.

Their calm demeanor scared me witless. Maybe it was because I was searching for some sign of humanity in this place. Maybe it was because I wanted some sort of mercy from these animals. But all my eyes beheld were a ruthless and sadistic crowd, who couldn't wait to get their hands on me. As I stared into the eyes of each of the creatures before me, fear completely overcame me. Despite my best efforts, tears started to flow from my eyes. Because my hands were held behind my back, I couldn't cover my face or the tears that were now falling freely. I settled to bow my head to my chest, and try to drown out the steel voices around me. 

After a little while Derek roughly raised my arm and led me offstage. Since I had lost the will to walk, he dragged me across the floor. We made our way through a few hallways, before he opened the door to a lone and beaten down room. “Congratulations, doll. Your new master will be here to pick you up shortly.” Without a word of comfort, he left me in the dark and wet room.

I couldn't help his words replay in my head, over and over again. Your new master will be here to pick you up.

So it was true. There really was nothing I could do about it. My freedom was just sold for who knows how much, and my fragile and pathetic life was now placed in the hands of some monster.

I tried to stifle a sob as the real name of what these creatures were crossed my mind. The word was lurking in the back of my mind, but I couldn't bring myself to say what they were. I still held on to some sort of sick hope that I was dreaming about that part.

After a few minutes, I moved to the corner of my new cell. I brought my knees up to my chest, hugging myself tightly. I tried to breathe long and deep breaths, attempting to soothe myself. I tried as hard as I could to stay strong, but I knew it was pointless. Eventually,  I let the tears flow. 

They came for my dead sister who I never got to say goodbye to, my wonderful parents who I missed every day of my life, and for myself. If I was lucky, I would last a week in this man’s care. Sobs echoed through my body and tears stained my red cheeks. I couldn't do this anymore. I had tried to put on a brave and fighting face but that just wasn't me. I couldn't handle the tortured life of being a slave. I would much rather die here and now. The weight of the past two days had finally come down upon me and I couldn't take it anymore. The only thing I hoped now, was that my new master killed me fast.

The longer I sat in that corner, the more I thought about Haley. I had promised my parents I would take care of her. It seemed now the universe was punishing me for letting her die. 

I didn't doubt it, either. I probably did deserve this. I didn't watch out for my sister like I should, and I wasn't fast enough to rescue her. 

A little voice emerged from the back of my mind, attempting to calm me. 

You did the best you could do. They said they wouldn't hurt her. 

Tears came for the thoughts. I should have been able to do more. I should have tried to call the police. I should have never let her date Derek. I should have seen through him. I should have given the men more leverage so they wouldn't kill Haley. 

Sobs came through my lips without end. They filled the room around me and you could probably hear me crying in the halls, but I didn't care. All I cared about was my sister. 

Eventually, my sobs died down and I was left with the aching emptiness now taking over. Each time I thought of Haley, physical pain ran through my body and my heart broke just a little bit more. My body started reacting to the trauma, and eventually I couldn't feel anything. Every inch of me was numb, inside and out. Thoughts and memories tried to enter my mind, but the only thing my brain allowed me to think about was the chasm of desperation inside my dead but beating heart. Tears still flowed silently from my eyes, but I paid them no attention anymore. I felt exactly like the room around me. Cold, dark, and useless. I sat in the corner of the room, trying to melt into what I felt inside. 

After what seemed like an eternity, the door to my rusty old room opened. As it opened, I attempted to stop crying and face whoever it was that bought me. As I watched the figure emerge from the door, a handsome man in his late twenties stepped inside. He had hair as black as the night itself that contrasted to his milky skin color. He was well built with wide shoulders and a towering frame that had to be at least 6 foot tall. 

“My my, what do we have here?” The man’s voice was smooth and toxic. I watched in horror as his monstrous frame advanced towards me. The closer he drew to me, the further I buried myself into my corner. It was the only sanctuary I had, and I wasn't planning on leaving it by will. 

The man before me had other plans. In less than a second, I was whipped out of my corner and forced to stand before my new master. He held both of my wrists in one of his hands, using the other to push me against the hard wall. I felt his push against my shoulder skyrocket me backwards, with my head hitting painfully on the concrete wall. At his ferocious touch, all the pain I'd pushed away from my mind came rushing back to me. I gasped aloud as tears streamed once again.

Once he had me trapped, he took his free hand and lifted my chin upwards to look into his eyes. As I stared into his deep burgundy eyes, I felt a hatred and disgust towards me like I had never felt in my life. Just from his stare I felt worthless and defeated. Despite all my protests tears started once again to stream down my face. As one slid across my cheek my master dropped my wrists and wiped it away with his thumb. I flinched at his cold hand against my cheek and he laughed. It was a smooth and deadly sound. “Let us leave, slave. There is a long drive home and I’m quite thirsty.” With those words he grabbed my wrists and tied them with rope. The rough texture dug into my skin, and I knew there would be bruising and cuts when- if the rope was removed. I had no choice but to walk behind my master, as he carted me behind him like a newly bought horse.

I sat in the seats of an expensive car, rope binding my wrists behind my back. I could tell by feeling that I wasn't sitting next to the door and window, but instead next to an icy cold body. As if this wasn't enough discomfort for me, my new master's solid hands kept caressing my hair. With each touch from his hand I flinched and tried to hold back a gasp.

I don’t know what it was about this man, but he terrified me. I'm sure he knew it too, and that was why he wouldn't leave me be. He chuckled every time I gasped, taking some sort of sick pleasure from my angst. 

I was holding back another flinch, when his voice broke the silence. “Well I was going to wait until we reached home, but smelling you I’ve realized that is just impossible." His tone was light and teasing, with an underlying ferociousness. 

Realization of what he was saying hit me, and I tried in vain to struggle out of his iron grasp. Despite my efforts his arms held me close next to him. I felt his large and muscular arms wrap around my body, holding me steady. I started to hyperventilate, and he laughed his toxic laugh once again. Bending down, he tilted my head to the side to expose my bare neck to his mouth. I could feel his breath against my skin and it sent involuntary chills down my spine.

Now whimpering, tears started to escape my eyes once more. Instead of wiping them away this time, the monster that held me in his arms let them flow. 

"Please. Please, don't do this." I begged the monster that held me in his arms. As a response, he brought his lips to touch my neck, and not a second later fangs started to emerge and pierce my skin. 

The minute they pierced my flesh, it felt as if two hot iron rods had been forced into my skin. They dug deeper and deeper into my neck, causing the feeling to intensify by the second. A scream escaped my lips and a last thought ran through my mind before I blacked out.

I am a vampire's slave and there is nothing I can do about it.