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thing.” Though I had to admit, he treated me more like a guest than a slave.
A big grin crossed his face. “I’ll make you a deal. You get your stuff put away and while I’m out running errands, I could stop by and get you a few things.”
At first it felt like such a kind gesture. Until I started thinking about where I’d put things. “How long are you going to keep me here? You know, to protect me and all.” I locked on to his blue eyes, needing to see the truth in them.
He met my look steadily. “You live here now. Yes, to protect you, but also as my blood slave. Learn your place and eventually you’ll be granted some freedoms. Until then, work on following my orders. Put your stuff away.”
I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat. So easily he turned from the man I thought I knew into the cold, hard hearted vampire. I felt tears rising in my eyes and focused on serving the scrambled eggs I no longer felt like eating.
“I won’t be alone when I return. I’ll expect you to stay quiet and out of sight. Understood?”
I didn’t trust my voice, so I just nodded. I stared at my plate until he left. How could he expect me to just roll over and play slave? The tears rolling down my face came from anger as much as sorrow. Vampire or not, he had no right to treat me like -- like a slave . Vampires must have missed the whole civil rights thing. Damn him.
* * *
The doorbell chimed, startling me half out of my skin. I quickly shut the TV off. I knew I couldn’t open the door; I’d spent nearly an hour trying to figure the code out. But I could activate the screen to see who stood outside. Maybe they could hear me through the door and call for help. A small voice wondered if I really wanted to be free of Dekker, but I ignored it.
I only recognized one of the men on the other side of the door and he was enough to send me backpedaling. Ferine! My head started to hurt and I felt a strong need to open the door. Hadn’t I heard them say something about using some kind of mind thing? The pain and now pressure increased. I found my hand twitching as if to answer that unseen compulsion. But I couldn’t open the door even if I wanted to.
I stumbled away from the door and the pressure let up for a few moments. Then it came back even stronger. Only this time, it urged me toward the kitchen. I fought it as hard as I could but my feet slowly moved me toward the kitchen. I clung to the counter as if I could hold myself there. A knife, I needed to find a knife, then I could end it all. Make all the pain go away. All I had to do was find a big knife.
A warning bell went off deep inside. Only one reason he would force me to find a knife. With a strength I didn’t know I had, I tore loose of his grip and raced for the bedroom. I slammed the door shut as unbelievable pain sliced into my head. I think I screamed as I fell to the floor, writhing in agony.
Get up. Get the knife, end the pain . Over and over a voice whispered in my mind. I found myself clawing at a door that wouldn’t open. They all locked automatically when closed. Some part of me had known I wouldn’t be able to get out again. I jerked at the handle so hard I nearly ripped my shoulder out.
I fought with all the will I had to ignore it. Focus on something else… but what? My head hit the door hard enough to make me see stars. No ! I shouted inside. Get out of my head ! I imagined a fire hose in my hand, blasting against that pressure.
Suddenly it was gone. I collapsed on the floor feeling shaken and sick. My stomach rebelled. I made it as far as the bathroom before I started heaving up everything I’d eaten. Tears and sobs followed. I’d never imagined someone could assault me in such a way. I felt violated in the worst way. I crawled to the toilet and heaved over and over but there was nothing left to throw up.
In a haze of fear and exhaustion, I cleaned up the floor then found the darkest corner I could to hide in. It wouldn’t protect me from
A big grin crossed his face. “I’ll make you a deal. You get your stuff put away and while I’m out running errands, I could stop by and get you a few things.”
At first it felt like such a kind gesture. Until I started thinking about where I’d put things. “How long are you going to keep me here? You know, to protect me and all.” I locked on to his blue eyes, needing to see the truth in them.
He met my look steadily. “You live here now. Yes, to protect you, but also as my blood slave. Learn your place and eventually you’ll be granted some freedoms. Until then, work on following my orders. Put your stuff away.”
I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat. So easily he turned from the man I thought I knew into the cold, hard hearted vampire. I felt tears rising in my eyes and focused on serving the scrambled eggs I no longer felt like eating.
“I won’t be alone when I return. I’ll expect you to stay quiet and out of sight. Understood?”
I didn’t trust my voice, so I just nodded. I stared at my plate until he left. How could he expect me to just roll over and play slave? The tears rolling down my face came from anger as much as sorrow. Vampire or not, he had no right to treat me like -- like a slave . Vampires must have missed the whole civil rights thing. Damn him.
* * *
The doorbell chimed, startling me half out of my skin. I quickly shut the TV off. I knew I couldn’t open the door; I’d spent nearly an hour trying to figure the code out. But I could activate the screen to see who stood outside. Maybe they could hear me through the door and call for help. A small voice wondered if I really wanted to be free of Dekker, but I ignored it.
I only recognized one of the men on the other side of the door and he was enough to send me backpedaling. Ferine! My head started to hurt and I felt a strong need to open the door. Hadn’t I heard them say something about using some kind of mind thing? The pain and now pressure increased. I found my hand twitching as if to answer that unseen compulsion. But I couldn’t open the door even if I wanted to.
I stumbled away from the door and the pressure let up for a few moments. Then it came back even stronger. Only this time, it urged me toward the kitchen. I fought it as hard as I could but my feet slowly moved me toward the kitchen. I clung to the counter as if I could hold myself there. A knife, I needed to find a knife, then I could end it all. Make all the pain go away. All I had to do was find a big knife.
A warning bell went off deep inside. Only one reason he would force me to find a knife. With a strength I didn’t know I had, I tore loose of his grip and raced for the bedroom. I slammed the door shut as unbelievable pain sliced into my head. I think I screamed as I fell to the floor, writhing in agony.
Get up. Get the knife, end the pain . Over and over a voice whispered in my mind. I found myself clawing at a door that wouldn’t open. They all locked automatically when closed. Some part of me had known I wouldn’t be able to get out again. I jerked at the handle so hard I nearly ripped my shoulder out.
I fought with all the will I had to ignore it. Focus on something else… but what? My head hit the door hard enough to make me see stars. No ! I shouted inside. Get out of my head ! I imagined a fire hose in my hand, blasting against that pressure.
Suddenly it was gone. I collapsed on the floor feeling shaken and sick. My stomach rebelled. I made it as far as the bathroom before I started heaving up everything I’d eaten. Tears and sobs followed. I’d never imagined someone could assault me in such a way. I felt violated in the worst way. I crawled to the toilet and heaved over and over but there was nothing left to throw up.
In a haze of fear and exhaustion, I cleaned up the floor then found the darkest corner I could to hide in. It wouldn’t protect me from
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