I got stuck on a chapter for another story, so I needed to clear my head with something else. These games and the anime are a guilty pleasure. It might get kinky and smutty up in here. You have been warned.

I've never been a fan of heights. As I stood on the balcony of my second floor window, I was reminded just how much they throw me off. Leaning over the rail to gaze down at the lawn, bathed in the light of the half moon, I tried to weigh my options. On the one hand I could give up, close the door and wait for whatever terrible game the Sakamaki's came up with next. On the other, I could use the makeshift rope I'd fashioned out of my blankets and curtains and attempt to climb down to the lawn. It wasn't a fun thought, dangling over open air, but neither was dying. Was I worried that my plan resembled something from an eighties movie? Yes. Did that win out over not wanting to die? Very much No.

It had become clear after only two days in this hellhole of a mansion that I was not safe here. Vampires were real. That mind blowing realization had been troubling, but it was worse to realize the ones around me were very far from sane or kind. There was not an Edward or Louis among them. I would have even taken a Lestat, at least he wasn't a complete psychopath. A sadist was one thing, but a sadist who could materialize into your room at night passed a locked door, or toss a car like a baseball, that was an entirely different can of worms. If I wanted to survive to my seventeenth birthday, escape was my only option.

Gritting my teeth after a deep breath, I climbed over the railing of my balcony and tried not to look directly at the ground. My stomach twisted, my heart already pounding as I gave the blanket a tug and leaned out over the lawn below. It took less than a second for panic to tighten my chest as I dangled a foot beneath the rail, but I managed to hold on, and that was a decent first step. I gripped the sheets above me and used my feet to edge my way down one step at a time. Each tentative step down against the side of the house took me farther from my window and closer to freedom. If I could just get far enough away, flag down a car, and make it into town, there was a chance. I couldn't tell anyone what the monsters here really did, but I could say they attacked me. Survival was just passed the vast grounds and down the long winding driveway. It wouldn't be a short trip on foot, but it wouldn't be too hard to navigate with the bright half moon on a night so clear.

A heavy exhale above me drew me from my thoughts. "Oi, what the hell are you doing?"

I froze on the side of the house, clutching the blanket against my chest as I turned my eyes up to the balcony and the red head leaning against the rail to glare down at me. Ice rushed down my spine to pool in my stomach. Bright, green eyes stared down at me fiercely, holding me frozen until the pain in my lungs reminded me to breathe. My lips thinned, my own eyes narrowing in defiance.

"You can't seriously think this was a good plan," Ayato laughed, watching me tremble against the side of his house. His fingers trailed along the coil of blanket over the railing before he grabbed it and gave it a tug. A shriek spilled out into the quiet lawn when I nearly lost my grip on the fabric. He made the motion look so casual, but he'd nearly ripped the material from my hands.

"Don't do that!" I shouted angrily. It was too late for sucking up, not that it would do much good anyway. Ayato raised an eyebrow, completely aware of my fear of heights. The corner of his mouth curled up into a cruel smile.

"This?" He asked innocently, tugging on my makeshift rope again. It sent me swinging to the side and I wrapped myself around the blanket with another squeak.

Above me Ayato chuckled, bracing an elbow against the railing to lean out and watch me, his chin resting in his palm.

"So what comes next in this escape plan? How'd you even work up the courage to scale a wall?" He made an irritated sound through his teeth and nodded out toward the vast garden. "You know you can't outrun me, even if you make it to the ground. Not sure why you bothered, idiot."

He gave the blanket another tug, this time lifting it up to drag me closer to the balcony. Heart racing, I dropped down along the rope a few feet, watching his eyes narrow slightly as he pulled more of my escape rope back up the side of the mansion.

"I have to get out of this place. You're all insane!"

"You're just making this worse on yourself," he sighed. His voice was softer now, flat and cold as he watched me pitilessly from above. "Come back up here and I might consider lessening your punishment for trying to run away."

"Just let me go!" I cried. I couldn't stay here, not with him. Not with any of them. They were monsters and they didn't give a flying shit if I died. Almost to prove it, Ayato smirked again, letting go of the blanket. I dropped a few feet, and when the blanket snapped taught against the rail again, I nearly lost my grip. It swung me perilously out across the lawn and smacked me back into the side of the house with a dull thud. My eyes squeezed shut, a whimper peeling from my throat at the pain in my shoulder, before I heard him laughing.

"You did ask for it," he grinned when I glared back up at him. His bright green eyes shifted passed me a moment before he rested his chin on the backs of his knuckles to watch me dangling. "Very well, but it's a hell of a fall. Can't imagine it'll be good for those weak, human legs."

"Fuck you, you...you heartless-" My words slipped away at the sound of a giggle below. Looking down at the lawn I found another red head grinning up at me. Laito caught my eyes a moment crossing his arms leisurely against his chest and tapping a long finger against his chin.

"Now what have we here?" He grinned widely, tilting his head to watch me swing. "Has our little, western bitch taken up acrobatics? Will you give us a performance?"

This was bad. Not only was my plan to escape miserably backfiring, but now I had the attention of two of my captors. Vampires that would not be pleased by my clear intentions to flee from them. Reiji made things all too clear in the beginning. If I tried to run, they would kill me. Maybe I was already dead and nothing mattered. For just a moment, that thought was almost comforting. If I was dead, I could no longer suffer for their cruel amusement. Two days wasn't long by any stretch, but it was enough time to realize I had been sold into hell and was surrounded by demons. I wanted it to end, and yet...A tiny piece of me burned for escape, for life. I wanted to live. Something heavy and cold settled into my chest as I admitted my own weakness, even if it was only to myself.

"Alright damnit!" I let out a shaking breath and pressed my forhead to the blanket in defeat. "I'm sorry, just pull me up already."

Ayato yawned pointedly, flicking at the rope to make me sway again. "Naw. I think I'd like to see you figure it out yourself, now that you've pissed me off."

I fixed him with a hateful stare but it only served to irritate him further. He tugged the rope again, letting it smack against the railing hard enough to dislodge one of my hands. I screamed in terror, swinging out away from the side of the house with one hand. The force of the slump sent me down another foot, until I scrambled to catch the blanket and wrap myself fully around it. I could hear the blood rushing through my ears as my heart pounded against my ribs. Not good. Not fucking good.

"Please!" I cried pathetically. "Please just pull me up. I'm sorry, ok?"

"How sorry?" Ayato asked boredly, clearly unimpressed by my begging.

"So sorry!" My voice was shaking now with the rest of me. This had been the dumbest of my escape attempts thus far. "Really, really sorry."

"Hmm," Laito chimed in from below. "I'm not sure I believe her brother. What about you?"

"Seems like bullshit to me," Ayato replied. His green eyes cut back to me and he smirked again. "I bet you'll be sorry once you hit the ground though. Maybe Reiji can stitch you up after. You know how he loves to play doctor."

"Ayato please pull me up." The desperation in my voice only made him smile wider.

"But you're doing so well," he teased, tugging at the rope again. "Let's see how long you can hold on."

I screamed again, clinging to the blankets for dear life. I could feel the strain in my arms as I tried to keep myself from falling. I wouldn't be able to hang here forever and they both knew that. Below me, Laito chuckled, throwing his arms out to his sides with a bright grin that didn't reach his eyes. Those were full of malice.

"Listen to that sweet voice, and here we are at a balcony under the moonlight. It reminds me of a play. Oh, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head as is a winged messenger of heaven!"

"Angel huh?" Ayato laughed darkly. "Think she can fly?"

The psychopath grabbed the blanket, giving it a sharp, upright tug. My weight pulled me quickly back down, snapping the blanket against the rails above me with such force that my hands popped free of my lifeline. The world rushed passed me in a blur, the scream that ripped from my throat filling the grounds below. I squeezed my eyes closed and waited for the moment that my body crashed into the ground. Of all the ways I feared dying in the last couple days, falling to my death hadn't been one of them.

The impact never came. It took a second to pry open my eyes and find myself in the arms of a smirking vampire, eyes alight with mischief.

"Light as a feather, aren't you western bitch?" Laito's voice was soft and mocking as I shifted uncomfortably in his hold. His arms tightened only slightly around me and I went still again, fear tightening my chest to make my breath shutter out through my teeth.

Above us Ayato cursed. I looked up just in time to watch him valt over the balcony railing, falling to the ground before us. He landed with hardly a jolt, as if gravity didn't effect him the way it should. Part of me still wondered if they could fly.

"Damnit," he snapped at his brother, resting a hand against his hip. "Why'd you catch her?

Laito hummed softly to himself, bouncing me in his arms. "Broken toys are less fun to play with."

I turned a narrowed look at him, but the bastard returned it with a cool smile. He bounced me in his arms again. His eyes seemed to almost glimmer with a dark humor at my expense.

"So what shall we do with the little troublemaker now?"

Ayato fixed his eyes on me a moment. I could practically see the wheels turning on cruel suggestions in his head.

"I think she needs to learn a lesson," he said flatly. I didn't like the fury lurking behind his green eyes. It was dangerous.

Laito chuckled, bouncing me again before he began to walk toward the front of the mansion. "I think you're right brother. Arrogant little bitches must learn their place."

"She's lucky she tastes good," Ayato snapped, walking beside us. He bent to murmur in my ear. "If you didn't, we'd be killing you for this."

"Who knows," Laito smirked. "We still might."

I blinked in shock at the careless statement and in the next moment I found myself in my room. Laito dropped my legs to allow me to stand, but kept his arm tightly wrapped around my waist. When Ayato appeared in front of me, I jumped back against his brother. One arm raised reflexively up to sheild myself, but Laito grabbed my wrist in his free hand and turned me to face the glaring vampire in front of me.

"You can't expect me to sit around here waiting to get tormented." The words popped out in panic. I couldn't help myself under the oppressive weight of his bright green eyes. Behind me, Laito nuzzled into my hair, chuckling softly almost under his breath.

"Mm, but that's exactly what we expect from you," Laito breathed in my scent, his lips brushing the side of my neck as he spoke. "What else are playthings for?"

"How stupid can you be?" Ayato scoffed, hands on his hips as he leaned in to search my eyes. It was hard to focus on him with the lurking sensation of Laito kissing his way down my shoulder. I tensed in anticipation of his fangs, but the bastard was dragging it out to tease me.

"Did you really think you were going to sneak out the window? In the middle of the night?"

"The American school system isn't what it used to be," Laito murmured against my shoulder before turning his head to kiss the inside of my arm. "Poor thing."

I sucked in a breath when Ayato reached out to tangle his fingers in my hair, tilting back my head.

"Poor idiot, you mean. We're vampires jackass. Why would you run at night?"

"I would have run this morning if I didn't wake up to that psychotic school boy telling his bear to watch how I wriggled when he bit me. I've been unconscious all day, which by the way, is super not good for the brain!" The fingers in my hair tightened painfully and I grit my teeth, speaking through them hatefully. "How can you expect me to stay here when you're all trying to kill me?"

Ayato laughed at that, leaning in to speak softly into my ear. "Why do you think you have a choice?"

He bit me without warning after that. The sharp stabs of pain made me gasp. Being bitten should have been like the movies or books, I should have been moaning and loving the hell out of it. Real vampire bites fucking hurt, and the Sakamaki's seemed to feed on that pain as much as the blood they stole from me.

"No!" I gasped, but Ayato bit down harder, his brother laughing softly behind me until he snapped his own fangs into my arm. They drank until my knees buckled and Laito had to hold me upright. When Ayato pulled back, his fingers curled under my chin to force me to look up at him.

"You need to wrap your tiny, human brain around your situation," he said , searching my eyes intently. "You belong to me now. When I'm thirsty, you will feed me, and when I tell you to do something, you will obey."

"You can try fighting back if you like," Laito kissed the place he'd bitten me with a dark smile. "But it will never work out in your favor."

"I'm not your toy!" I snapped, too angry and frightened to keep it in. This really was a problem for me. "You can't force me to go along with this bullshit."

Ayato's slow smile sent a chill down my spine. His bright eyes lifted briefly over my shoulder to his brother before returning to me.

"Is that so?" He asked flatly.

Laito's arm fell away from my waist as Ayato dragged me toward my bed by my hair. I cursed hotly, clawing at his fingers but he tossed me across the mattress as if I were made of straw. I landed face down on the center of the bed, scrambling to turn over. By the time I did, Ayato was already in front of me. His hand closed around my knee and he dragged me down the mattress on my back, settling himself between my legs. When I tried to smack at him he growled, catching my wrists and pinning them above my head.

"You really don't get it do you?" He laughed when I realized my struggling to get away only rubbed our lower bodies together, and finally went still. The red that tinted my cheeks seemed to be a souce of endless amusement to this family.

"You aren't getting away from this house. No one is coming to save you. The only people who know you're here are on my father's payroll." He laughed maliciously. "Do you really think you have any options other than obedience?"

"Why would I listen to you if you're just going to kill me?" I demanded, furious and terrified tears welling up in my eyes.

To that Ayato smirked, leaning down to brush his lips against the corner of my mouth. Fear held me frozen as he murmured his response.

"Because if you're a good girl, we'll let you live longer."

"You..." I jerked my face away, so fucking mad that I could barely speak. "Fuck. You."

His smile fell in an instant. It melted from his face along with all the light in his green eyes. Those were cold and empty now as he gazed steadily down at me. To the right of the bed Laito appeared with a quiet smile, my bedsheet rope slung over his shoulder.

"Methinks she needs a lesson in obedience, brother."

My eyes snapped back to Ayato's, but he was still looking at me like he might snap my neck right there. It made my skin crawl. It wasn't until I heard the sheet tearing that I could drag my attention away to his brother. Laito knelt on the edge of the bed beside me, tying off a long strip of cloth to the thick wooden bed post.

"Hey!" I shouted when he took my right arm and secured it with the other end of the cloth. Ayato lifted my other wrist to the opposite post, leaning over to secure it with another strip when Laito tossed one to him.

"Stop it! Let me go!"

Ayato scoffed as he sat back on his knees tugging me further down the mattress so my arms were stretched taught above me.

"Why would we do that when you clearly need to be punished?"

"Fucking psychos! You can't do this, you-" I choked on the bundle of cloth that was stuffed into my mouth next. Laito's usual smile had fallen into a blank expression, leveled down on me. The change was frightening, unnaturally cold.

"You aren't a fast learner are you?" He muttered flatly. "Just a mouthy, little bitch."

My response to him was muffled by a mouthful of bedsheet, but he seemed to get the gist. His eyes narrowed a moment before snapping up to Ayato. They shared a look only a moment before a smirk curled its way back onto Laito's face. In my next blink he was gone. I turned my attention to the vampire sitting between my knees who arched a brow back at me. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed the neck of my teeshirt, ripping it down the middle in one tug. I thrashed angrily beneath him until he grinned and wrapped his fingers beneath both my knees. I could only wriggle pointlessly as he pinned them up near my shoulders, laying his body flush against me as he went, and bending me in half. He was so close now I could feel his cool breath across my face when he laughed at my reddening cheeks. It was by far the most compromising position I'd found myself in thus far.

"Keep acting out, dumbass. You're just digging your own grave here." He shifted to look down across my exposed torso, smirking to himself. "Just be still."

The angry noise that came from my gag made him chuckle, leaning down to kiss my collarbone. His eyes remained locked with mine as I glared back at him, but his smile didn't waver. Ayato pressed another kiss into my sternum, then lower. When I jerked back against the bed, he simply pinned my knees harder into the mattress. He watched my face go red as he kissed the rounded flesh just above my bra, smirking at my embarrassment. I didn't want to feel flustered and uncomfortable by his obvious teasing, but in this lewd position, trapped beneath him, I really couldn't help myself. I tried to tell him to stop through my gag, but it came out as unintelligible noise and only made the vampire laugh before his fangs snapped down into my breast. The sudden pain made me sqeak around my gag, flinching violently against him. He was still watching me as he drank my blood, eyes steady and unnaturally bright. I wanted to shove him away and run, consequences be damned, but no matter how hard I jerked at my bindings, my arms were still tightly restrained.

"You started without me." Laito's lyrical voice came from my left on the bed. I turned to find him leaning against the tall bedpost beside me. He was holding a small red ball that took me a moment to recognize as mine. The small, cloth tomato was covered in sewing needles and push pins with colorful balled tips. I enjoyed making my own clothes, and I'd never expected to look at that innocuous little tomato with such trepidation.

Ayato sighed against my breast, pulling his fangs out to lick the small wounds once and make me shiver. His eyes moved briefly to the tomato before his smile grew wide and malicious across his face. When he next met my eyes, I let out a soft sound of fear, freezing in place.

"Little Suzy Homemaker, aren't you? I wouldn't have expected that from a lazy American."

"Perhaps she has some uses after all," Laito laughed, tilting his head to regard our awkward position before he met my eyes. "Other than the obvious."

I could feel my cheeks burning but I narrowed my eyes back at him anyway. Maybe I couldn't hide my embarrassment, but that didn't mean I couldn't also be pissed.

"I can think of better uses for these little guys than hemming another of your suits." Ayato sat back between my legs, releasing my knees so I could finally straighten my legs a bit. They still hugged his hips, but I was happy for the small comfort now that the pervy triplet had returned. Unfortunately even that worry was swept away when I watched Ayato pull one of my hemming pins from the tomato to hold up between us.

"Now where should we put this?" He grinned down at me as my eyes went wide with fear. They couldn't actually mean to stick me with the pins. Could they? How could he do this? What the fuck was wrong with this family?!

I shook my head from side to side, frantically trying to plead with him through my gag. Ayato tilted up his head toward the sound with an arched eyebrow.

"What was that? You want them in your tits?" He laughed, speaking over my muffled curses. "Jeez, you must be some kind of masochist."

"And so naughty," Laito chuckled beside me. I don't know when he'd moved, but now he was sitting against the head board beside me. He reached down to stroke my cheek and push the bundle of cloth further into my mouth. I'd nearly managed to push it out with my tongue, but his smirk said he knew that. "Who knew you were such a wicked little thing."

My eyes went back to the needle as Ayato trailed its pointed tip across the edge of my bra cup. It scratched across the flesh of my breast as it went. I didn't even want to breathe, lest the rising of my breast pricked me. Ayato didn't give me much of an option. He dragged the small tip up to where he'd bitten me, pressing the pin down between the two small punctures. A high, peeling sound emitted from my throat at the sudden shock of pain. I never would have expected such a small thing to hurt so much. Almost worse than his fangs. Tears slipped down my cheeks, my body trembled violently beneath him. When his fingers fell away, the only thing visible was the tiny plastic bead, pressed into my skin like a pearl of strange jewelry. Ayato traced his finger around the bead before pressing it further into my chest. I let out a shriek, but that only made him laugh.

"It's almost pretty," he teased. "Are you ready for another one?" I shook my head no, but Laito was already handing him the next pin. When I cried out frantically behind my gag, Ayato leveled his bright green eyes with mine and held me in his stare.

"Beg me to stop," he said, tracing circles into the top of my breast with his pin. "Say, please ore-sama, don't turn me into a pin cushion."

I'm ashamed to admit it didn't take more to get me to beg through my gag. My breast was throbbing from his bite and the pin. I didn't need more pain on top of that. Of course the words were unintelligible through the cloth, but he knew that. I could see it in the malevolent glimmer in his eyes that he was fucking with me on purpose.

"No?" He asked, ignoring my angry, muffled curses. "I can't very well let you off the hook if you can't apologize properly."

"She must not mean it." Laito grinned beside me, brushing the hair from my face.

"That true, Western girl?" Ayato raised his eyebrows in a show of faux shock. "Are you still struggling to understand your place?"

I started to shake my head but a flash of hot pain pierced down into my breast, just below the first pin. My back arched, a scream ripping from throat, loud even through the gag. I tried to twist away from them, rolling my hips to the side and kicking out, but Ayato quickly caught my legs and pinned them down against the mattress. The fascination on his face as he watched me writhe beneath him was enough to turn my stomach with fear. They got off on this. They loved it. My pain, my fear, they were as hungry for them as they were for my blood. Maybe more so.

It took me a couple minutes to calm down again, and even then my chest heaved with my sobs. Laito hummed softly as he wiped away my tears with the torn edge of my shirt. Ayato tilted his head to the side smiling darkly as he bent to kiss the tiny beads embedded in my flesh. I flinched at the contact and my sobs grew louder when his tongue flicked out to catch them briefly. I sucked in a horrified breath, but he seemed to find that hilarious.

"I'm going to take the gag out," he said slowly, speaking over my muffled bawling. "But only if you stay quiet. Got that?"

I blinked through my tears and swallowed my next sob, nodding slowly. The vampire waited a moment to allow me to get myself under control before reaching out to tug the ball of cloth from between my lips. I choked in a shuttering breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Please-" I only got out the single word before Laito's hand closed around my throat from the side, choking off my air. I looked up at him with wide eyes but the vampire stared coolly back at me. I was so small to him. I'm not even sure they thought of me as a person.

"That isn't very quiet," he said tonelessly. "If you aren't going to listen then maybe you'd like some more pretty little pins to decorate your body."

I shook my head slightly, trying not to panic when he continued to close my airway. We stared at one another a long moment, but I didn't dare move. He was waiting to see how long I would obey him, how quickly I'd give in to panic again. My lungs were already complaining, but I ignored the burn in my chest and bit down on my lip until I tasted blood. I twitched once as my lungs began to scream for air, but I didn't open my mouth and I didn't try to pull away. Seeing my compliance, Laito's grip finally loosened. His thumb running along the line of my jaw to trace my lower lip as I gasped in a desperate breath.

"Good girl," he smiled wickedly, lifting his thumb up to suck away the blood from my lip.

Ayato, seeing this, pinched my chin between his fingers and turned me to face him. His eyes moved to my lips, locked on the blood and he leaned in.

"Don't move." The command was soft, but his voice was firm as stone. I remained frozen as he bent down to lick the blood from my mouth. I felt him smile against my lips when I managed to keep still throughout, just before he kissed me. I couldn't help the sharp gasp between us, but I managed not to move a muscle. I knew he was just testing me like his brother. Pushing me to see if they'd have another excuse to hurt me. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth, making me breathe in sharply through my nose, but still I didn't resist him. Not even when his tongue slipped between my lips to explore my mouth. I simply froze, until Ayato paused to nip at my lip sharply. I flinched and he kissed me again, but this time when I felt his tongue I responded in kind. It was a strange kiss, my eyes squeezed tightly closed, and doing only the bare minimum to avoid another sharp rebuke. After a moment, he pulled back to chuckle softly down at me. I blinked up at him a moment, feeling almost dazed by the sudden intimate interaction after such cruelty. I didn't know what to do with myself. Even my breath was coming in soft, shallow pulls as I tried desperately to understand what the hell was happening here.

"The western bitch looks a little breathless. Could it be she enjoyed that little kiss?" Laito teased above us while Ayato smirked down at me.

"Of course she did," he scoffed. "It came from me."

Laito seemed to just barely resist rolling his eyes, but his smile grew a little darker. "I think she might want you to do it again. Such a rosy blush."

Ayato tilted his head down at me with a wide grin. "That true, western girl? Do you want me to kiss you again?"

I looked between them in confusion until Ayato frowned and brushed his thumb across one of the beads pinned to my chest making me flinch sharply.

"Answer me."

My mouth bobbed a moment. I wasn't ready to be told to speak again and for a moment I couldn't even gather the words.

"I...uh...n-no. You don't...have to." I didn't know how to put it politely, or if there even was a right answer to this in the first place. The safest bet seemed to be not offending him outright.

"Don't have to, huh?" He laughed softly leaning back down to me. I thought he was going to kiss me again but he turned my head at the last moment, kissing the slope of my neck instead. I felt his cool breath feathering out across my skin and shivered in a mix of fear and shock.

"That's right. You're a masochist, aren't you? You'd rather feel my teeth." I shrank into the mattress when his fangs scraped across my neck. He didn't break the skin, but the sensation was still enough to make my heart kick into a gallop. Laito giggled softly above us, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Ayato!" His name popped out of my mouth in a soft squeak when his tongue ran up the side of my neck. I felt him freeze above me, his voice dropping down an octave when he spoke.

"What was that?"

"Sama," I amended quickly. "Ayato-sama."

"Look at that, the little thing is all flustered." Laito laughed. "You must be right brother. She's aching for you to bite her again."

Ayato smirked, leaning up to search my face. He must have enjoyed the panic and discomfort in my expression or he wouldn't have continued to tease me.

"If you want it so bad Cara, you'll have to ask for it properly."

"I..I didn't mean-"

"Don't be so embarrassed," Laito cooed. "No one here is judging you."

Ayato caught my chin in his fingers, tilting it up so he could look deeply into my eyes. "Say it properly." By his tone and the intensity of his gaze, I understood this was not actually a question of what I wanted. This was him testing me again, seeing if I would submit to his will, even when it was the last thing I wanted.

"I..."

"Say, Ore-sama, please bite me."

I blinked back a tear as I stared up into his merciless smile. If I didn't say it he would bite me anyway. I knew that. My fear was that he might turn back to the pins in retaliation for my disobedience. My chest was still throbbing with a dull pain from the tiny needles and I had no intention of adding more. I sucked down a shaking breath and tried to talk through the lump in my throat.

"Ore-sama p-please...bite me."

Laito snickered above me while Ayato's smile grin grew mockingly wide.

"What was that?" He teased. "I couldn't quite hear you."

"Please...bite me."

The vampire laughed, turning my head to the side and leaning down to breath in my scent. The breath froze in my lungs when I felt his fangs graze the flesh of my neck, and it exploded out in a groan when they pierced down into me. My hands tightened around the fabric that bound me to the bed. Anything to distract from the sharp pain of his bite, but it wasn't much help. He stopped a moment to lick the wounds, chuckling softly into my skin.

"You're shaking," he murmured, kissing the mark he'd just given me. "Are you afraid I won't stop?"

I didn't even hesitate to nod. My voice was a soft whimper. "Yes."

Ayato brushed soft kisses down to my collarbone, nipping the flesh just hard enough to make me flinch.

"Is it because you know you're in trouble?" He asked into my skin, green eyes snapping up to hold my own as he kissed the top of my breast. A tear slipped down my cheek as I breathed out my next answer.

"Yes." The word became a sharp cry when he bit down into my breast, heedless of the pins still embedded there. He stopped a moment later, licking the wound before he moved lower still. His finger traced the cup of my bra once before hooking into it and dragging the fabric down. I bit my lip to quiet my protest at the exposure. Even when he smirked up at me and brushed a thumb across my nipple.

"You're going to listen from now on, aren't you?"

"Yes," I squeaked.

"Good girl." His attention moved briefly to my nipple before he drew it into his mouth. I went stiff as a board in shock, eyes wide, until he circled the tightening bud with the tip of his tongue and sucked it between his lips. A shiver danced its way down my spine to pool in the pit of my abdomen. Ayato lifted his head just slightly tugging my nipple with him until it pulled from his mouth with a wet, audible pop.

"How lucky you are little bitch," Laito sighed. "You get out of trouble and even get a treat. You should thank my brother for showing such kindness."

I blinked up at him a moment before Ayato sucked at one of the push pins to get my attention. With that shock of discomfort, he had it.

"Thank you," I said hesitantly. I certainly didn't know what I was supposed to be thankful for, but I was done with the pain. Ayato's imperious smile didn't faulter.

"For what?" He asked innocently. At this point I wouldn't be surprised that he could read my mind. Had it not been for the last two days, I wouldn't have known it was simply a frighteningly attuned observation skill. They were so old, they had been feigning human interaction for centuries I assumed. With all that practice, they seemed to read me like an open book. They both knew I hated every moment of this. What they wanted was for me to submit to their obvious control of the situation. To thank them for the pain they had inflicted, because doing so meant I was admitting defeat.

My body went still beneath Ayato as he watched me unflinchingly. His expression was carefully blank, but his bright eyes shone with such malice, such abject cruelty, that I felt myself melting beneath them. If I refused, he would hurt me, and he might not stop until I was dead. The sobering thought made me take a slow breath in. Above me Laito chuckled, watching me in a way that told me he knew just what I was thinking. He knew how desperately I wanted to curse and fight, and how deeply that need was weighed down by fear. In the end, we all knew I had no real choice.

"Thank you, Ore-sama," I said the words in a trembling voice. Partly from the fear that tightened my chest as Ayato stared pitilessly down at me, partly from the rage of knowing I couldn't stop them. They were stronger than anything I'd even seen and faster than my eyes could follow. How the hell was I suppose to compete with that? God I hated it, and I hated them for making me admit it out loud. The last part was made worse because I knew just how much they were enjoying putting me in my place.

"Thank you for bitting me." The words came out a little sharper than intended, but Ayato let it slide to tease me again.

"What about the pins?" He asked with a smirk. His hand cupped around the breast he had pierced and he squeezed until I made a soft sound of pain. "Don't you like your new jewelry? Girls love getting gifts."

I couldn't help gritting my teeth as he continued to massage my breast, pressing painfully into the pins and the sensitive marks from his teeth. My eyes narrowed slightly at him but he only arched a brow in challenge.

"Thank you..." I breathed through my teeth. "For putting pins in my...in me."

"I believe the silly thing is uncomfortable with the terms for her own body." Laito smirked, tucking the hair behind my ear. "There's no need to be shy. We don't mind a bit of crude language."

"Into your tit," Ayato pressed sharply. "Say it properly."

I looked between them and sucked in another breath to steel myself. I couldn't lose it after all this. If I lived, then this all wouldn't have been for nothing. I would find another way to escape. If I could just swallow my pride, I would live.

"Thank you," I grit out as best as I could. "For pushing pins into my tit."

Ayato grinned. The emptiness in his green eyes was suddenly replaced by mocking satisfaction.

"You're welcome," he replied with too much enthusiasm. "You should have told me you were a masochist right from the start. I can think of all kinds of things to keep a kinky little thing like you entertained." He continued to watch my expression as he bent to kiss me between my breasts. He was waiting for the moment it cracked and I couldn't help but argue. "Would you like that western girl? You're only a brat because you want to get punished. Isn't that right?"

"Such a naughty little bitch," Laito cooed above me, leaning down to kiss my forhead. "Don't be afraid. We don't mind. Tell us all the dirty little things lurking behind those big, glassy eyes."

"I don't..." the words choked off as I managed to stop myself. After a short breath, I tried again. "I don't enjoy pain."

Ayato nipped sharply at my ribs, biting hard enough to draw a quick breath from me. His green eyes flashed as he caught my gaze. I felt my body go cold.

"You will," he promised before his head dipped down so he could bite down into my ribs properly. I let out a squeak of pain before my lips clamped together to stifle it. Above me Laito was brushing his hand back through my hair, watching my face twist as Ayato continued to bite me, working his way down my torso. As usual, there was a quiet smile tugging at Laito's lips, cruel and wicked.

"These violent delights have violent ends," Laito murmured, almost as if he were reciting the line for himself. "And quickly in their passion die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume."

He sighed softly, his lips brushing my cheek before he ducked down beside my head. I felt his cool breath tickling my skin as he spoke into my ear. "Be careful how you test us, lest you get in over your pretty, little head."

His fingers curled into my hair, wrenching it painfully to the side. His fangs snapped down into my neck at the same time that Ayato chose to bite into my hip. A high pitched sound of alarm slipped out of me at the pain. Laito chuckled into my neck as he drank, Ayato simply grinned up at me like the devil. Maybe he and all the rest of this horrible family were demons after all. Maybe their father was the actual Devil. It certainly would explain a lot.

With all the blood they had taken and the adrenaline spike I'd gotten while failing to scale a wall, I felt exhausted. The more they took, the heavier I felt. When Laito finally pulled away and licked his lips, I could barely lift my head. My arms and legs felt like lead, too heavy to move. The lecherous triplet gave me a knowing smile. He bent to kiss the tip of my nose and winked at the half-hearted glare I shot back at him.

"I think the poor thing's tuckered out brother. She looks like she needs a little nap. If we take anymore she might not wake up again."

From his place at my hip, Ayato's eyes snapped up to mine. He watched me in silence, his expression empty. My heart was already pounding in my chest, so his callous appraisal only made it worse. After what seemed an eternity, he stood straight, patting my thigh.

"I guess that's enough for now." He stepped away from the bed to look me over. Still bound to the bedposts and panting, I'm sure I made quite a sight. "I'll be sure to visit you again soon, so we can see how well your lesson stuck."

Laito patted my cheek as he stood on the other side of the bed. His smile was devious. "What about her restraints?" He asked in an innocent tone so fake I could practically feel him egging his brother on. Ayato looked down at me and the building fear on my face that came with the thought of being left here like this. In this house is was begging for trouble and they both knew it would terrify me.

"She can keep them for a while," he grinned. "You like being held down, don't you bratty? Since I'm so nice, I'll let you have your way. Maybe I'll even remember to untie you."

"No. Wait." The words came out as a trembling whisper.

"It would be a shame if we forgot she was here." Laito smirked at me as he moved for the door. "She would simply waste away on that bed. That sounds like a terrible way to die. So lonely."

My wide eyes moved desperately between both of them, but there was no pity to be found, only merciless amusement. Laito disappeared into the hall laughing softly to himself. His brother remained for just a moment to watch me jerking weakly at the cloth around my wrists. If they left, I wasn't sure I could get myself out of the restraints. His lips curled into a cruel smile when he saw that I realized I was still trapped before he answered his brother's question.

"I guess she'll just have to hope we think she's worth the effort to keep alive."

As the door snapped shut and my tears fell freely, I hated that he was right.