We made it to what looked like an empty warehouse, but I knew it wasn't empty. There had to be someone, or something, there to monitor who came in and who came out. Riley dropped me and I landed on my head. Damn it! It hurt!
"Ow! Watch it, will you?" I mumbled, rubbing my head, not bothering to notice that Riley was still looming over me with a very not nice look on his face.
"What did you bring now, Riley?" Asked a girly voice in a bored tone. I imagined a blonde girl, whose hair was in ringlets, wearing a pink tank top and purple skinny jeans.
"I brought a fighter, that's what." He whispered in a deadly tone to the girl, but then the "girl" came into view, and it was not a girl at all. It was a woman with fiery orange hair and dark red eyes, a shade darker than Riley's crimson shade. Her stance was like a cat coiled and ready to spring, and her clothing was wild and miss-matched. She was barefoot.
"Hmmmm… She smells divine. Now tell me, I will let you choose. Snack or Soldier?" The fiery redhead asked, examining me with her head tilted to the side, her face blatantly curious.
"I was thinking something a little more brutal, Victoria." Riley said in a dangerous, yet slightly seductive tone. Victoria snapped her head towards Riley and her face turned thoughtful.
"What kind of brutal are we talking about here?" She purred, running a finger down Riley's cheek. They were obviously involved. Riley sneered and looked down at me. His gaze had so much dangerous lust in it, I thought I would melt. I felt my neck and face get red, and then something clicked. Oh no he would not! I thought, but I was in denial. I knew he would. He would rape me and kill me. Or leave me for dead. Or drink my blood. A shiver went up my spine, but not one of the good ones.
"You wouldn't." I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes, as he crouched down next to me and forced me on my back.
"Oh, but I would." He hissed, running two fingers across my jaw-line and over my lips. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he just pinned me down. I screamed and screamed, begging him to stop, to let me go, but he didn't listen. He just kept on going, telling me he liked it when I screamed. I cried the most when he almost bit me from smelling my blood again. It felt like it had been days, and he was right. I was wishing I was dead. When he was done, I was so tired and I just fell right to sleep. The last thing I thought was: I hate you, Riley Biers.
"Wake up. Wake up, you useless thing." Riley growled, kicking me when I wouldn't wake up the next morning. I opened my eyes and sat up. My whole body ached and burned, and was stiff.
"What? Going to rip me open again? Couldn't you get enough last night?" I hissed, buckling my pants up and straitening my shirt.
"Just get up." Riley snarled, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. It must have hurt, but I couldn't feel it, I was too numb. I was dragged to where Victoria was sitting, looking out at the creatures that had killed my mother with a disapproving expression on her face as one bit the other.
"Oh! Hello Kristie!" She said in a sugar sweet voice that I immediately distrusted. Wait…How did she know my name?