Sold to a Hybrid Prince

Chapter 2

TW: Violence

XYLA

The car pulled through two, large, automatic gates, and I sank in the seat, not wanting anyone outside to spot me. We halted after a few moments, and just as I expected, my buyer stepped out, before opening the door to my seat. He grabbed the chain, and dragged me out of the safety of the cosy vehicle, closing the door before he pushed me against it. His free hand caught hold of my hair, and he leaned in, looking me in the eye.

"Now, when we go inside, I will hand you to the maids to get you cleaned up first. God knows how long it's been since you last showered, you filthy mutt. You try to fight the girls, and I'll hire men to complete the job. Am I clear?"

I slowly nodded.

"Good." He smirked.

He let go of my hair, thankfully, and then started walking again. I followed close behind, not wanting the cuffs to hurt me any further. My wrists were already stinging, and I didn't need any more pressure on them.

We made our way up the front steps, before stopping at the main door.

"What is this?" one of the guards asked, gesturing at me.

I lowered my gaze, the humiliation making my throat burn.

"Just a new pet for the Prince. Since his last one died a few weeks ago. On the full moon."

My eyes widened slightly, chest tightening.

"Whatever you do, get her cleaned up first. She looks like she has fleas."

My nails dug into the palms of my closed fists. What a jerk. I'd like to see him live in a cage for six damned years, and that too in a low-budget pet shop. Why did the man even come to that shop, was beyond me. Weren't Princes to be treated with the best quality of everything? Why couldn't he have bought someone from one of those fancier shops?

My buyer laughed, nodding in agreement. "Thanks for the suggestion, but I assure you, she's hot. She'll keep him entertained well. Maybe he won't kill her."

A chill went through me.

The guard opened the door, and we walked inside, goosebumps covering my skin instantly. We were in a huge foyer, and it was crawling with all kinds of people. There were mostly Superiors, and it didn't take me long to realize that there was some sort of party going on. People were dressed in suits and dresses, some were dancing, some were drinking, and some... feeding. The music drowned the whimpers and cries of the humans who were being fed on and tortured, but the sight alone was disturbing enough.

Towards the corner, my gaze caught that of a girl, tied to something like a hook, her feet hanging above the air. She was gagged, and crying, as a vampire made cuts on her arm and fed from them.

My hands trembled as I lowered my head again, causing my hair to fall over my face. Hot tears slipped down my cheeks, and I bit into the gag to keep my sobs quiet.

I was dragged straight down the room, receiving heated stares as we passed by a number of people, before entering through a set of double doors. They closed behind us, cutting off the loud music, and I let out a small breath of relief.

"Slave girls!" he yelled, making me flinch and take a small step away from him.

Two girls hurried to us, their hair disheveled, eyes wide in fear.

"Take this," he handed one of them my chain, "get her cleaned up. Put her in these chains again, and return her to me within fifteen minutes. If she tries to run, you call me inside."

"Yes, Master."

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They didn't speak a word to me, and I didn't try either. All they did was unchain me, remove the gag, and dump me into a small bathtub, before helping me clean off years of dirt. As cold as the water was, and as hasty and rough the process, a part of me appreciated it. At least, I would not die dirty. At least I was fortunate enough to be able to bathe before meeting my demise. Not everyone got that luxury in my world.

"What's with your eyes?" one of the girls asked me softly, as they helped dry my body.

I shrugged, not really in the mood to explain.

"They're pretty," she whispered, causing a ghost of a smile to appear on my face.

It had been years since someone last complimented me. The only one to ever do that was my mother, the thought of whom made my throat close.

The girls dressed me in a short, tight dress, that hugged my body a little too well. It was a deep red in color, and the only thing the shade reminded me of was blood. It made sense, after all, that was the only thing I was about to be reduced to. A blood bag--a walking meal. Maybe, a s*x toy.

Unless the Prince I was about to be presented to, was a sadist as well. Then I'd be a punching bag too.

In all three cases, the color fit perfectly.

"You're gonna be fine," the girl who had complimented my eyes said to me, even as the look of sympathy on her face completely negated her words.

I gave her a tight smile, after which I was back in chains, and the gag was between my teeth again.

The buyer retrieved me, and I was dragged up heavy stairs, stumbling multiple times. He was much faster than I was, and having a bruised knee didn't help. But he did not slow down, and kept pulling at my chains, making me suck in a breath due to the pain. Finally, after over four flights, we came to a stop, in front of a large, black door. There were two Superiors stationed outside, and I could tell they were vampires.

"Prince Allister's new pet," my buyer said simply, after which the guard nodded and pushed the door open.

My heart knocked against my ribs as we walked in, aware of the way the second guard was staring at me. His eyes were all over my body, lingering in all the wrong places, making me want to curl up and hide. But all that disgust left me the moment I laid my eyes on him.

On Prince Allister Valleroy.

A new kind of fear enveloped me, and I bit onto the gag in my mouth to stop myself from screaming out loud. There he was... the monster I was expected to serve for the rest of my life.

Or whatever was left of it.

The hybrid sat there on his throne, a woman clutched to his chest, with his fangs buried deep into her neck. His dark hair covered most of his face, but I watched in horror as deep growls of satisfaction left him, making my blood run cold.

The man who had bought me cleared his throat, making me flinch as the Prince looked up, leaving me completed frozen with fear. His eyes were a deep red, before slowly turning to a bright gold as he stared at us. His mouth was stained with the poor girl's blood, who was still shaking within his grasp.

"Your Highness," the man beside me spoke, "here's your new pet. She's the one I chose for you. She's shown nothing but fear until now, and she's quite beautiful. I think you'll like it. Sorry to disturb your... meal."

The Prince's tongue flicked over his lips, as he pushed the girl off, handing her to one of the slaves beside him. Another slave rushed up to him, handing him a cloth which he used to wipe his hands. "It wasn't really a meal," he stated, returning the cloth, before he laid back in his chair and pushed his hair back.

I lowered my gaze, not wanting to see his face as yet. Not with all that blood staining it.

"Take her back to my room and chain her, Robert. I'll see her in a minute."

Oh, God no. Please no.

I didn't want to be tied up when he'd rip me apart. I at least wanted to be able to put up a fight.

Not that it would have helped, but it would have saved me some dignity.

"Whatever you say, my Prince." Robert bowed his head, before I was lead away by the chains binding my hands.

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Next update tomorrow! Stay tuned, guys.

This book does have violence, and a few dark scenes, but it does not showcase abusive relationships. It is not as dark as it seems at the moment. You're all going to LOVE it. I swear.