The vampire's Fated Beloved

No

I stop frozen feeling like prey.

She pulls out a white slim rectangle box with a little red bow on the top.

"Don’t think we forgot your 18th birthday is tomorrow. We got this for you."

She walks over and hands me the box. I am stunned. They never acknowledged my birthday before and definitely never got me a gift. I stared at the box in my hands.

"Well, open it." Her voice got a little harsh in tone.

I open the box and see a sheer cloth in it. I set the box down on the desk and lift out the cloth. It appears to be some kind of white Lacey nighty. The top is some kind of push-up bra connected to a lace gown. It's real short and stops around my hips. Under the nighty is a lace string. I pick it up and examine it. I think it’s underwear. Why would they get me this?

"I don't understand?"

"You will need this now that you will officially be a legal woman."

"I will?"

"Yes, you are not related to this family by blood. You will be legal, and you are a virgin, so we know you are clean. You are the perfect person to take over for my nightly duties to Bob."

Nightly duties? Does she mean?

"NO!"

I back up and land in Bob's arms. He grabs my hips from behind and pulls my waist onto the front of him. His fingers feel like they are stabbing me the way he grips onto my sides. I let out a scream from the pain, and he slaps his hand over my mouth.

"Shut up slave. You're going to give your virginity up to me, and you will do it willingly." I shake my head, no, and tears start pouring from my eyes. I couldn't ever sleep with Bob. He was a balding, grumpy old man who even smelled old. His touch makes my skin want to melt off.

"Say yes, I will sleep with you, Bob."

He lifts his hand from my mouth, moving over my breast.

I will never submit to him.

I stomp on his foot, and he lets me go. I push him out of the way and manage to get the door unlocked and open. I don't have time to think. I just have to make a run for the front door.

"Ahh!"

My hair! He has my hair!

"You little b*tch!" He screams, pushing me into the wall. I get slammed face first, his fingers still tangled in the back of my hair.

He yanks my head back, forcing me to walk backward following behind him. My head burns and aches as the strands of my hair get pulled from my scalp.

"Help!" I scream, hoping someone will help me.

He finally lets go grabbing me by the shoulders slamming my back into my door.

"Tell me that you are my willing s*x slave and I will forgive you."

"No! Never!"

He grabs me by the neck and pulls me an inch in front of his face. At this point, I have nothing to lose. I would rather die than be his slave.

I spit right in his face.

"You c**t! You will pay for that."

He opens my door and pushes me in. I try to grab the railing, but I am not quick enough. Tumbling down the stairs, I feel the hit of each step. The only thing that stops me is the cement wall at the end.

I am in so much pain that I can't move right away. I think something is wrong with my ribs because it hurts to breathe. Looking up, I see them both standing at the top of the stairs looking at me.

"I was going to go easy on you for your first time, but you can't forget that now."

He screams down at me. He slams the door, and I can hear him lock it.

A part of me is relieved that is over, but there also is urgency to get out of here. I slowly move my legs, feet, and arms to see if anything is broken or hurt. Everything seems okay, but my ribs. I try to feel around the outside of my dress. When I feel the sting of my touch, I lift my fingers. They must be at least bruised. I hold my breath as I pull my body up in a sitting position. Ugh, the pain. I look at my bed and see my first mission in sight. I need to make it to my bed. I have until tomorrow night to escape. Tonight, I am too injured to go anywhere. Also, I am locked in. Might as well sleep. I need to let my body heal the best I can. Tomorrow, they have to let me go to that corporate ball. That has to be my way out.

With a new positive outlook, I crawl my way to my bed. I use my legs the best I can to stand up. They wobble and are covered in scrapes, but they still are better than my ribs.

I gently lay back on my mattress.

"Ow ow ow ouch!"

I stare up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath when I see a shadow.

Looking over, I see a dark figure that looks like a shadow man.

It's the same as before, but I am not asleep, and I am also not scared.

I am completely frozen, unable to move, but I wish to plead to it.

"Please take me away from here." I manage to whisper."

It comes closer but only for a moment before it dissappears.

The room goes back to normal, and I can move again. I don't move, though it hurts too bad. Instead, I close my eyes, allowing myself to drift towards sleep.