Yes, Master

Chapter 11: Intoxicating

Leonardo sat alone in his room talking to himself and watching the minutes pass by. He always wished time went by faster so there would be less waiting around. If things could run on his time and not their own it would make living forever much more bearable.

He really needed a hobby. With so much free time, he often reflected on his past, which he wasn't particularly fond of. Sure, he was proud of the person he had become. A small and frightened orphan child now the most powerful and influential vampire around? Not bad.

With his new identity he had chosen a new name that he thought suited him excellently. No longer was he a scared child with a pitiful name, but now a strong vampire with a name as ferocious as he looked. Laughing at the thought of those who tormented him, he recalled his early years as a vampire. After that wonderful night of revenge Leonardo raged from town to town killing everyone in sight. He had a craving for death for centuries. It was only recently that he calmed down and purchased the mansion he now called home, along with a few slaves to amuse him.

He smiled wickedly at the thought of his slaves. He loved the way they cowered in fear before him, and submitted to his every desire. It was a new take, living this way, and it was suiting Leonardo quite well. He always was a fan of people bowing down to his every will. Plus, with the new additions he wouldn't have curious human maids lurking around his home. That always ended disastrous.

He recalled the latest incident with the maid, and how he found the old woman searching through files in his study. In rage, he killed her and left her to rot in a dumpster. Local human police were parading around his home for weeks. It was after that, that he decided he didn't want to pay people to annoy him anymore. He visited the slave trade that very same day and bought Bridgit. She was a beautiful and strong thing, refusing command from Leonardo. He only thrived on her stubbornness and soon enough broke her. He tried to use her for blood, so as not to waste another town, but she tasted quite bitter. Because of this, he settled to use her as a maid. She still gave Leonardo trouble every now and then, but he enjoyed putting her in her place.

After a few more years of Leonard lurking in the shadows and feeding off helpless people, he had an idea to buy another slave. That day he brought home lovely Jemma. She was a child just over the age of 9 at the time. He smirked as he remembered her small and frightened frame cowering before him. She had been quite easy to break, almost too easy. Plus, he hated the way she tasted, it was worse than Bridgit. She was frail and tiny and tasted as such. Everytime he fed off her, he felt weak and vulnerable, and that just wouldn't do. He became so angry with the small slave for making him feel that way, that he went a little overboard and gave her a concussion that caused her memory to be wiped. Once Leonardo realized this, he relished in the fact that he could practically create her. He told the little girl she was nothing, and had no family, friends, not even a name. She believed him without a second thought, and was the most obedient from then on.

However, he soon grew tired of having slaves that were so obedient. He needed a challenge, and killing entire civilizations just wasn't as fun as it used to be. That's when he found Samantha. Beautiful, young, and courageous girl. She was the toughest one to break yet, and the most enjoyable. On top of that, her blood was intoxicating. The first time he tasted her, he nearly drained her by accident. It was sweet and strong, and he needed more of it.

Leonardo was becoming quite impatient with her healing process. Everyday when he went to go get the other slaves out of their pen to do their daily work, he would watch her. Sometimes she would be asleep, and sometimes she would stare right back at him. Everyday he wanted to become drunk with her blood, but he had to practice patience. If he fed off of her now, she would probably die, and that would not be good. No, no, he needed her to be healthy and strong. It was because of this that he had Jemma fix her up, and he fed her. He had to make sure she was well, nothing could happen to her.

Samantha’s POV:

I woke up to sunlight shining in my face, and the sound of a girl screaming. The sound was excruciatingly loud and sent chills up my spine. Above the screaming, I could hear Master's voice shouting. I couldn't make out the words, but he sounded furious and excited. The screaming continued for about another minute, until it slowly died down. The entire time this was happening, I sat cowering in the corner of my stall, fearing I would be next to be screaming like that. 

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard a door slam and footsteps coming my way. I cringed back in fear and huddled against the wall. The freshly stitched wounds on my stomach reminded me of Master's brutality, and I didn't want to see what he was like when he was mad. 

My door was pushed open to reveal- of course- an infuriated Master. He looked at my small frame huddled in the corner farthest from him, and smiled. I felt no comfort from his expression, only more fear. He stepped forward and shut the door behind him. He then advanced towards me in long and purposeful strides. Once in front of me, he sat down. This confused me, and I tried cowering back even more. Of course there was nowhere to go, so I settled for hugging my knees and burying my face. After a few minutes of silence, I grew curious and peeked my head through my greasy and matted hair. He was sitting criss-crossed on the dirt in front of me, wearing what looked like an expensive suit. His head sat tilted on his shoulders, and his burning red eyes stared back at me. Once I caught sight of those eyes, I yelped in surprise and buried my head once more. I hated when he was this close to me, and when all he did was stare. It left all the possibilities of what was going to happen up in the air, and suspense grew heavier with every minute passed. 

I heard him move in front of me, and hoping that he was getting up to leave, I lifted my head. Instead, he had moved closer to me and was now an inch away from my face. I averted my gaze from him and buried my head once more. If he was going to kill me, I wish he would just do it already.

His harsh voice echoed through my stall. "Now, that's no way to be thinking, Samantha."

I slowly lifted my head in response. Had he just heard what I was thinking?

"To answer your question, yes." His face held a smirk as he continued toying with me. "Now, it seems you've been a good little slave this past week. That is why I gave you food last night. Now, don't think that will happen very often. Only when you have earned it." 

I continued to hide my face from his, trying not to think very much. I didn't want him near me, much less in my head. I felt his gaze burn into me, expecting me to look up and answer him. 

I wanted to look up. I didn't want to get punished. I knew I needed to obey him. So why didn't I look up? No, why couldn't I look up? Perhaps it was out of fear, maybe it was out of desperation. Maybe in the back of my mind I hoped he would punish me so I would have another chance at death. 

Master growled in anger and annoyance. In his fury, he grabbed hold of my hair and lifted my head to face him. Tears etched into my red and swollen eyes as I was forced to face my captor. His lips parted to reveal horrifying fangs that came inching towards me. He stopped right before my neck, and whispered into my ear. 

"If you think you're dying anytime soon, you are sorely mistaken. I will get my money's worth out of you. And if I hear one more thought about you wanting to be dead, you will be wishing I was as merciful as I'm being now."

He threw my head against the brick wall behind me, then let me crumple to the ground. I whimpered in fear and desperation as I tried to control my thoughts. As I was struggling to calm down, he took my wrist in his and lifted me to my knees. With his other hand he took my chin and made me look at him. For someone who doesn't want me looking at him, he sure does make me face him a lot. 

Oh crap.

After the thought passed through my mind I knew I was in for it. I gazed up at his tall frame with fear in my pleading eyes. His expression only held amusement and satisfaction. Before I knew it he was squeezing my wrist tighter and tighter. Pain started to ease into it rapidly. I tried struggling to move away, but that only motivated him more. With each movement I made his grip get tighter and tighter, to the point that I was practically screaming in pain. I could feel where each of his fingers were gripping my small and fragile wrist, and where each of the bones he touched threatened to shatter. My knees buckled beneath me, and I was being held up by my wrist in Master's monstrous hand. Still, the grip became tighter and tighter until I couldn't take it anymore, so I tried to drown out the pain with my screams. 

"Please! Please! Just stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" 

Each word that escaped my lips was accompanied with another shot of pain through my wrist. I looked up into his cruel face, which seemed to be relishing in my pain.

"Please, Master! I'm sorry! Please just stop!" 

The pain was more than unbearable now, and I just wished it would end. All of it. Life, death, I didn't even want to exist anymore. 

With that thought a large and gruesome c***k sounded through the barn. A new wave of pain was sent through me as I collapsed to the ground, finally out of Master's hands. I held my wrist close to my body and moved as far away from Master as I could. Through tear soaked eyes I peered down at the harrowing pain in my wrist. A sickly and large bump was protruding from my skin, where my wrist bone was. With each movement I made another agonizing shot of pain was sent through me. Before I could even process what had happened, Master was in front of me, lifting me up by my broken wrist once again. He held me high in the air, so my feet barely scraped the dirt beneath me. I screamed in agony and begged him to stop. 

His terrifyingly loud shouts echoed above my screams. "Didn't I tell you?! Didn't I? Aren't you wishing I was as nice as I was just a few seconds ago?! Answer me, slave!"

Between sobs that were racketing through my body, I managed to scream back my responses. "Yes! Yes, Master! I'm so sorry! Please! I'm so sorry, Master!" 

With another tug on my wrist, I felt myself being thrown across my stall. I hit the fence wall by the door and fell to the ground, unable to catch myself. I couldn't control anything in me anymore, and tears streamed endlessly down my face. My screams were now replaced with loud sobs that made my lungs ache. I looked up in fear as I heard Master advancing towards me. He took a deep breath through his nose, and a wide smile spread across his face. Slowly, he walked towards me with deliberate and smooth steps. With each step he took, the malicious grin on his face got wider. I had scooted myself into a corner to try and escape his gaze and ferocity, and as he came to stand in front of me I tried pleading once more. 

"Please. I am begging you. Just leave me alone. You don't have to do this!" My words came out as sobs. 

"Oh, my dear, dear, Samantha. I want to do this." With another deep breath through his nose, he crouched down next to me and pulled me into his lap. His arms were like an iron grip around me, threatening to break every bone in my body if I moved. I stayed perfectly still, petrified, as he moved his head to my neck. He continued breathing in my scent and adjusting me in his arms. 

Then, with a sudden growl, he viciously turned my head to the side and sunk his teeth into my weak and powerless neck.