"Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave! Wake up already! I've been sitting here poking your arm for the past two minutes!" I recognized Master's voice.

"What time is it?" I asked groggily asked, opening my eyes and seeing him in a black suit, crouched down at my side.

"Like, 9:50. Now get up! Here are your chores," he said, throwing a piece of paper on my bed.

I sat up and took the paper. It read:

-Clean kitchen

-Clean living room

-Clean library

-Clean dining room

One word popped out on the page. Library.

"You have a library!?" I asked, excited.

"Obviously. Otherwise it wouldn't be on the list, now would it?" He snapped. His rude didn't effect me, I was so overjoyed by the sound of books. I loved to read.

"I'll be back around four. Get these chores done by then or else." Master commanded.

"Okay," I said, a bit more calm now.

He started to leave, but stopped himself short. "Don't go into my bedroom."

"Sure," I replied and he left. No matter how happy I was about a library, I needed to get out of there, so I scrambled out of the bed and dashed towards the closet. I searched through its contents until I ended up with a pair of jean cut-off shorts, a black shirt, socks, and a black bra. I threw them on, discarding my pajamas onto the floor.

I pulled my socks combat boots on and ran to the door. I thrust the door to my bedroom open (Surprisingly Master left it unlocked) and walked through the hallway, just in case Master was still in the house.

I reached the top of the staircase and looked down. I didn't see him. I walked down the stairs and looked in the kitchen and living room. He wasn't there, either. I walked over to the entrance doors and tried to open them. They were locked.

"He must be gone," I thought.

I ran over to the kitchen to grab a granola bar. I needed to eat something before I left. I gobbled it down and went in search of some windows.

There weren't any in the windows in the kitchen, living room, or dining hall. I jogged up the stairs to look in those rooms in the hall. I threw open the first door to my right. It looked exactly like my room, except the color scheme was blue and black. I shut the door and opened the one opposite it. This one had a purple and black scheme.

Each room was exactly the same until I reached the door directly across from mine.

That bedroom was the neatest bedroom on Earth. There were no clothes on the ground, everything had its place on the desk, and the king-sized bed was made perfectly. Above the bed was a painted portrait of Master. That had to be his room.

"How vain," I remarked when I saw the portrait. I tore my eyes away from the portrait and scanned the room. My eyes fell on the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

A window.

I ran to the window and tried to open it, but it was locked. Of course.

"How come every thing in this god-damned house is always locked?!" I shouted, frustrated.

I grabbed the lamp off the desk and threw it out the window. Glass shattered everywhere, scratching my arms, legs, and face, but I didn't care.

I looked out the window, and my stomach churned. The ground was nearly thirty feet down and the house was surrounded by forest. However, you could barely make out a road.

I tore the sheets off of Master's neat bed. I made on of those sheet ropes like you see in movies. It took me an agonizingly long time, for my hands had shaken with nervousness.

When I was finished, I threw the sheets down and started to climb. My "rope" was about five feet too short, so I had to jump the last few feet. I rolled onto the ground and started running as fast as I could to get away from that house. I bolted into the woods and didn't look back.

I ran until I couldn't run anymore, then I slowed to a walk. The forest was thick and I had no idea where I was. I kept walking, desperate to get as far away as I could.

After about an hour of walking, the trees started to thin out.

I heard a girl giggle, and I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't hear it again, so I thought it was just my paranoid imagination, and I kept walking.

I walked another twenty feet, and stepped into a little meadow. My eyes immediately landed on the two people sitting in the middle of the meadow. One person was Master. The other was a beautiful girl about my age. She had long brown hair and I nice body. I felt ugly compared to her.

I let out a startled gasp at the sight of Master, and I immediately regretted it.

Master's and the girl's head jerked in my direction and they instantly saw me.

"Excuse me, Megan," Master said to the girl as he got to his feet. He appeared in my face less than a second later. I gasped again.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" he roared.

"I…uh…" I stuttered.

Master pushed me against the nearest tree and pinned me there. A growl ripped threw his throat. He leaned his head down to my neck and sank his fangs into my flesh. I had the same feeling I had when he first bit me. Like my body was on fire. It seemed like he would never stop.

Once again, I found myself unconscious at the hands of my master.