Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven 

With Belle gone, I kept my eyes firmly locked on the ‘’man’’ in front of me. As long as I was looking at him, he wouldn’t be able to ‘’sneak’’ up on me. Well.. in theory, but he’s already proven that logistics aren’t always so.. Logical. 

‘First day working and already causing problems with my other slaves?’ He questioned. I didn’t answer… so he took a few steps forward and I took a few steps back. ‘I expect a reply when I talk to you’. I shrugged, trying to push back at the boundaries he was clearly trying to set. I WAS NOT a slave and I certainly wasn’t going to let him bully me to control me. 

‘I want to go home!’. I told him sternly. He rolled his eyes and folded his arms. 

‘This is your home’. 

‘No. No, it's not! I want to go home to my mum and Sam’. 

‘Tough. You’re never gonna see either of them again, You’re never going home again. Get used to it and do your work’. He stated matter-of-factly. I believed his threat, but I wasn’t willing to accept it. ‘I don’t care if you accept it or not, human’. I froze. 

‘How did you know what I was thinking?’ I questioned, backing up a little more. A large smirk broke out across his face and he started walking closer again. 

‘It's just one of my special little powers. I constantly know what you’re thinking, I know what you’re planning to do before you even do, so remember that’. I swallowed the lump in my throat, Was that true? Could he really know what I was thinking before I even do? 

No... No, surely not… 

‘Keep believing that’. He told me, clearly answering my thoughts again. 

‘STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!’ I screamed at him and bolted for the door, but before I even got close, he was standing in front of it, bearing his teeth. A warning... Or threat, either way, I stopped instantly. 

‘I will do what the fuck I want, do you understand that?!’ The fear inside me grew. ‘If I want to keep you here forever, I will. If I want to kill you, I will. If I want to work you until you are nothing but broken bones, I will!’ He threatened, reaching out and grabbing me. Squeezing my arms tight. I hissed in pain and tried to pull away. ‘I can do ANYTHING I want to you, do you understand that?!’ I nodded quickly, just wanting him to let me go, but he refused. 

‘Please, you’re..you’re hurting me!’. I pleaded, but he seemed completely unfazed, of course, he was... He was a bloody monster.

‘Address me with respect!’. He hissed through his clenched teeth, this time, I refused. I refused to give him the satisfaction. He started digging his nails in and I could feel them pierce my skin. I whimpered but still wouldn’t give him what he wanted. ‘I can do this all day, believe me’. He threatened and I did. I did believe him. 

‘No!’. I told him firmly. Then, in front of my eyes, his face seemed to.. Form into something.. Hideous and scary. 

He pushed me away from him, sending me flying to the floor, landing on my side with a sickening thump. I groaned in pain and rolled over onto my back, I looked up at him, he stood above me, smiling again, knowing he had hurt me. 

‘So weak. So fragile. So pathetic’. He taunted. I looked away again, still refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how hurt I was. The pain shot through my side and hip, intensifying with every passing second. 

I could feel the tears threatening to expose my pain and fear. 

‘I can make the pain stop, human, just say the word’. I looked back at him, he was taking so much amusement and joy in this. 

I wanted to scream at him and tell him to go fuck himself… but the pain radiating through my body was a harsh dose of reality. Swallowing my pride, I said it; 

‘Master’. He smiled even sider and leaned down, squatting in front of me, putting his hand to his ear; 

‘Sorry, can you repeat that? I didn’t hear what you said’. He was being an asshole just to be an asshole. Nevertheless, this wasn’t going to be over, unless I humoured him. 

‘Master’. I told him, louder. 

‘Good girl’. He raised his hand to his mouth and bit the palm before offering it to me. No, he can’t be serious.. ‘Wanna get better or not?’  I shook my head. 

‘Not if it involved drinking your blood!’. What kind of fucked up ‘’True Blood’’ shit was that?! Is that actually a thing?! 

‘Fine, have it your way’. He poked my side roughly, sending new shockwaves of pain through my bones, and I cried out. ‘How does that feel?’ He asked, smiling again, offering me his hand once more. 

I was hesitant at first, understandably, but eventually, I gave in and took it, bringing it to my mouth and clamped my lips over the cut, drinking the red liquid. 

I had to stop myself from throwing up, even the thought of what I was doing was so gross, it made my stomach churn. Soon enough though, He pulled his hand away again and stood up, looking over me. Slowly, the pain in my side started to vanish until it was non-existent and I sat up. Poking and prodding it, nothing. I felt absolutely nothing. I looked up at the man standing over me. 

‘I don’t feel anything’. 

‘That’s because my blood has healed you. I have the power to hurt you and heal you, over and over again. I could harm you to the point of death and bring you back to do it all over again. It will be wise to remember that’. I just nodded quickly and looked away. ‘Good. Now, go and find Belle. You have a lot of work to catch up on and you need to earn your dinner’. 

Without even looking at him again, I got to my feet and left the room, glad that he let me go...