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Hirari woke up with a groan. Her neck hurt a bit where Shishido had hit her.
She tried to sit up, but realised that she was restrained. She gasped, remembering about the handcuffs. Her wrists were pulled up and cuffed together against the headboard of the bed. She growled and started to struggle immediately, tugging, twisting and pulling at them to try and get free. Since they were made out of what seemed to be steel or iron, they were hard and, well, didn't budge in the least. She tried to ignore the pain that the friction was causing her, yet she had to stop as soon as she felt a few drops of blood trail down from her wrist. She whined lightly as it trailed down her forearm, tickling her. She really wished she could stop it, or wipe it away, but it was out of her reach.

Feeling her bruises pulse, she sighed deeply and looked around the room. Her eyes widened seeing how big it was. It was huge, literally wider than the whole apartment she lived in with Yukimura. The bed she was laying on could easily fit at least six or seven people, and it was the most comfortable thing that she had been laid on – if one didn't count the handcuffs, that is.

On the wall in front of her there were not two or three, but twelve cupboards and wardrobes of different sizes and, probably, purposes; the colours came all in brown, but with different shades. In the middle, a huge mirror was making the room seem even bigger than it already was.
On the right side there was what seemed to be a complete living room, with two couches, four armchairs and a large coffee table; on the left side, a pool table and a toilette.

Hirari spotted a door just next to the bed, which she supposed that it lead to a bathroom, just like in her previous room.

A sudden thought crossed her mind; if they wanted simply to restrain her from the beginning, why make her change room? That Shishido guy had mentioned that they were to bring her to another place, and she had thought he meant something like an office or so, certainly not a bedroom.

Also, why was she cuffed at the side of the bed? Not like it mattered, but wouldn't it make more sense for her to be in the middle?

All of a sudden she tensed, her stomach clenching in fear. She looked towards the door, where her kidnapper was staying, having just entered the room.

Hirari felt very vulnerable now, restrained as she was. She started to breathe heavily; the Vampire smirked smelling her terror and hearing her unnaturally fast heartbeat.

He started to approach her, chuckling deeply. "Scared~?"

"What do you want? You said we'd start tomorrow, it is not tomorrow yet!" she nearly yelled, trying to keep her voice steady – unsuccessfully.
It was dark, so she was sure it was just evening or night, unless she had stayed unconscious for over a whole day, what she didn't think possible since she didn't feel like having slept for too long.

"Ore-sama is merely going to sleep." He said nonchalantly, watching her amused.

She nearly choked. He was going to sleep? Here?

"Go in your fucking room, you damn-!" Her voice died in her throat before she could finish her sentence, and all colour drained from her face when she understood.

He laughed and headed to the door beside the bed, grinning down at the girl as he passed beside her. He closed the door and soon after Hirari could hear the shower's water running.

Hirari resumed struggling once she was sure he was busy. Like hell she was going to sleep on the same bed as him, she would break those freaking restraints and leave that place. At once.

Unfortunately, he returned in the room before she could even loosen the handcuffs, wearing a fancy looking silk pyjama; all the struggling had simply caused her bruises to deepen, more blood trailing down her arms.

His eyes focused on the red liquid at once, glinting while he licked his lips. "Enticing ore-sama?"

Hirari swallowed thickly. "N-no. Don't you dare feed on me again, you monster!"

The Vampire chuckled deeply. "Ore-sama's name is Atobe Keigo, girl." He revealed as he sat on the bed before heading to the pillow.

Hirari's blood drained completely from her face. Atobe Keigo, that Atobe!? The leader of Hyoutei, the main rival of Yukimura, one of the most powerful Vampires around, that Atobe!?

His lips curved into a cruel smirk. "Seems like you know ore-sama."

She couldn't prevent her body from trembling lightly as she stared at him in fear. She was in the worst possible situation. Sure, she knew that whoever kidnapped her was powerful and a possible enemy of Rikkai, but Atobe? Seriously? Just how much bad luck could she have?

She tried to swallow, but her throat was dry. "Y-you…"
She couldn't even think of something to say, too shocked.

Her mind didn't even register that he was nearing her until it was too late.

He held her chin with his fingers, his face close – too close, to hers. She yelped and tried to move it aside, but he tightened his hold causing her to wince.

"S-stay away!" Hirari swung her leg against him, aiming at his groin, but he only chuckled as he grabbed it with his free hand and pinned it to the bed.

"Nani, do you want to have your legs tied too~?"

She quickly shook her head as much as his fingers permitted her, making him chuckle in amusement. He traced her cheek with a finger. "Humans are so amusing… So stubborn and willing to fight, even if they are nothing more than food."

Hirari shuddered as he touched her and struggled instinctively against the restraints again, trying to get away from him. She then frowned and glared at him.

"We are not your food." She hissed.

Atobe chuckled. "Mhm. Right, you aren't only our food. You're also our slaves and personal entertainers." His eyes glinted.

The girl spat at him, but he simply smirked and froze it, sending it back to her and scratching her cheekbone.

He neared her more and flicked his tongue at the small wound, licking away the few droplets of blood that had come out. Hirari shuddered and made a disgusted noise.

Atobe then looked down at her, his face mere inches away. The girl shut her eyes tightly and moved her head aside, now that it was free from his grip. Bad move; she didn't realise that by doing so, she was exposing her neck.

A moment later she could feel Atobe's hot breath by her ear, causing her to squirm lightly.

"Do you know why ore-sama requested for you to be brought here?" he purred as he slid his hand up her thigh and then side.

Hirari's eyes snapped open and she looked at him in terror. He couldn't mean…

He laughed mockingly at her expression. "See? You're already entertaining ore-sama."
His other hand went to wrap itself around her neck and he pressed lightly.

The girl gasped and as reflex opened her mouth wide to breathe. Even though she logically knew that he wouldn't kill her, her body just reacted on its own, per instinct; she also tried to struggle again, but the pressure became stronger so she stopped at once.

"Good girl." He chuckled in her ear. "The reason is that… you are to become ore-sama's personal slave. You will be his sweet dessert after you finish working..."

He withdrew his hand, basking in her terror; she was so shocked and scared that no words were coming out from her now half open mouth.
His fangs bared and he bit down harshly, causing her to scream again, and started to feed.

This time though, he withdrew before she blacked out, leaving her sweating and panting heavily, drained and pale. He stroked her cheek again, Hirari being too tired to even try to move her head away.

"Ore-sama shall feed on you every day, my dear food supply…"