Chapter 5

I awoke in a dark, musty-smelling room. I was chained spread-eagle against a stone wall by my wrists and ankles. I jerked my wrists in an attempt to get free, but I was stuck.

"Let me go!" I yelled as loud as I could, my anger against everything finally breaking free.

Three seconds later, a door above me opened, bathing the room in light. A grinning Master stood in the doorway.

"Why, hello, Slave. I hope you're comfortable," he said calmly.

"I'm not fucking comfortable!" I shouted.

"Watch your language," Master said as he descended the stairs, closing the door and flicking on a light.

"Go to hell!" I screamed in his face once he was close enough.

He ignored my comment and said, "I am very angry with you, Slave."

"And I'm angry with you!" I yelled.

"And I don't care. Anyway, since you decided to not only enter my room, but to also destroy it and then try to run off, I feel as if you should be punished," he said, placing his hands behind his back.

"I didn't destroy it! I just broke the lamp and the window!" I said indignantly.

"Don't forget about the sheets," he added.

"Well, you can still use those!" I remarked.

"No I can't. You got filthy slave germs on them," Master said immaturely.

"How old are you? Five?" I asked sarcastically.

"No, six-hundred," he said nonchalantly.

"Damn you're old!" I laughed.

"Go ahead and keep laughing. You won't be when I am through with you." He said ominously. I just rolled my eyes.

"So are you ready to begin?" he asked.

"Yeah, I've got nothing better to do, seeing as you chained me to this wall!" I shouted, my anger flaring up again.

"Yep, you definitely need to be punished," Master said.

"Then go ahead and do it, you ass!" I screamed.

"Oh, I will, Slave," he said while pulling out a very large knife. My eyes widened at the sight of it, and I fell silent.

"Are you going to say any other rude things to me?" he asked, triumph in his eyes because he knew I wasn't going to say anything.

"That's what I thought," he said when I kept silent. He moved closer to me. He was now standing four inches away from me.

He drew the knife down the front of my shirt, cutting only fabric, not flesh. He continued my shirt to shreds until I was only in my black lace bra.

"This will be fun," Master said. I then decided I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of hearing my screams if he thought that it will be 'fun.'

He brandished the knife like a paintbrush and drew it across my stomach as if he was painting, but this paintbrush was cutting into the canvas.

I almost let out a scream as soon as he started carving cutting into me, but I managed to keep it in. Master noticed that I was trying not to scream.

"You're not going to give up defying me, are you? When are you going to realize that you have to do as I say because I own you," he put extra emphasis on the word own.

"I am a human being! I am not a possession to be owned!" I screamed.

"That is exactly why I own you. Because you are a human. Vampires are better than humans,"

"Then how come most humans don't know about vampires, if you are so much better than us?" I questioned.

That set him off the edge, so he began cutting into my stomach again, but harder this time.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming, but this tactic worked only for a few seconds before my screams pierced the air. Master's lips curved into a sneer when he heard them.

The knife felt as if it were drenched in flesh-eating acid. I have felt a lot of pain before, but nothing as severe as this.

After about a minute, he stopped and surveyed his work. I hung there, gasping while silent tears streamed down my face.

Another minute passed, and he started again. The pain was more than I could bear.

"Please! I'm sorry! Stop! Please! Please!" I cried. My pleas did not stop him; he just kept going.

I continued screaming, the pain was so horrible.

"Stop! Please! I'm sorry!" I begged him. Again, he ignored my screams.

After what seemed like an eternity, but what was only a few minutes, he stopped.

"Think you've learned your lesson, Slave? Or do you want another go?" he asked, putting emphasis on slave.

"NO! I'm sorry! I learned my lesson! I'm sorry!" I sobbed.

"Good. I'll see you in a while," he said, turning off the light and walking up the stairs.

"Wait! Don't leave me here!" I cried after him.

"Sorry, I don't have time to unchain you," he said as he walked out the door and shut it behind him.

I hung there in the darkness, alone

I didn't have the strength to keep my eyes open, so I let them slip close. Within seconds, I was unconscious. Again.

As soon as I awoke, I recognized the feeling of my bed. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was a black suit-clad Master. Wearing suits must be normal for him, I thought.

"You know, your tendencies for passing out are quite annoying," he said when he realized I was awake.

"Sorry," I mumbled, not wanting to anger him.

"I stitched up your wounds while you were asleep. You should be fine to move around, I gave you a little something to help you speed up the healing process. Though it will hurt if you move," he told me.

"Thank you," I said.

"Sure, whatever. You do realize that if you had not destroyed my bedroom and escaped, this might not have happened to you?" he asked.

I nodded my head.

"You need to eat, so I'll be back up with your dinner in a minute," he said while getting up and walking out of the room.

"Thanks," I said a little late, for he had already walked out of the room.

I gingerly got out of bed. When I straightened up, a sharp pain coursed through my body.

"Fuck!" I gasped.

"Are you okay? Not that I care, anyway," Master asked from the doorway with a tray full of food.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said through clenched teeth.

"Alright. I'll leave the tray here so you can eat in peace. You have the day off, considering it's already, like six o'clock in the evening," he told me.

"Thanks," I mumbled. You're so gracious, I added sarcastically in my head.

Master nodded his head, and left the room.

I padded into the bathroom, and lifted up my shirt (Apparently Master changed my shirt). I looked in the mirror and gasped when I saw the reflection of my stomach.

On it was carved a coat of arms. The coat of arms was two roses entwining together to form the letter W. Master's last name was Winter's, so this was obviously his family's coat of arms.

I carefully rubbed my finger along the stitching.

"I can't believe he would do this to someone," I breathed in disbelief. My eyes filled to the brim with tears threatening to spill out.

I put my shirt down and walked out of the bathroom. I sat on my bed and looked at the food on the tray: steak, corn, and a baked potato, along with a glass of water. I wasn't hungry, so I put the tray on the bedside table. I laid back against the headboard and closed my eyes.

A single tear streamed down my cheek.