Mafia's Interest

Iesha's Pov

I knelt down with the other girls my age in front of the famous Hunter Beckham, my gaze lowered as my body trembled at the thought of who he was going to pick. Sweat dripped from my head and I felt a little bit nauseated, however, any mistake in front of him could cost me my life.

Hunter Beckham was a well known Vampire Mafia. I had never seen him but I heard how horrible of a man he was. I heard he had no respect for women and would stop at nothing to destroy anyone standing against the empire handed over to him by his father.

My heart thudded loudly and I was sure it could be heard in the totally silent room. My thought deviated to what would happen to the poor girl he would pick.

"He would probably drain blood out of her, beat her often, or use her like some toy." I concluded when the corner of my eyes caught sight of a pair of black shoes beside me. It was well polished and it seemed expensive too. There was no doubt who it was, it was him, Hunter Beckham!

My breath got stuck in my throat, the fear in my heart doubled while I prayed for him to go away as soon as possible. I didn't even know when I began to sob silently.

My life had been a living hell all because I wasn't a pure blooded vampire. Halflings who had families would be taken as servants of the pureblood families while those who had no one to depend on would be traded as slaves by the mafia vampire king, Hunter.

Unfortunately for me, I happened to fall into that category when I lost both my parents at the age of fifteen. I was never told what happened to them, neither did I get to see their bodies or give them a proper burial. The very next day, a group of Hunter's guards came and without proper lectures, took me to the slave shelter.

"Her, I want her." His loud voice brought me back to reality as it echoed in the room causing chills to trail down my spine.

"I wonder who he wants." I thought to myself when one of the slave masters, Sir Carcius, walked up to me.

"He's talking to you, raise your head so he can see your miserable face!." Sir Carcius spoke. He wasn't a very nice man and disobeying him would only bring more punishment to the offender. I slowly raised up my head, however my vision was clouded because my tears flowed freely.

"Please, I don't want to be chosen, choose another please." I didn't know where the boldness came from but I would rather be punished than be with the man I heard was a monster.

"Do you want to be punished?" The little patience Sir Carcius possessed was already gone. He took the whip he normally used on us and without warning gave me a slash on my back. We were taught a lot of things and that included a way of crying. We weren't allowed to scream when whipped by our masters. I had already prepared myself for another slash when the same cold voice from earlier spoke again.

This time, the voice sounded closer and when I opened my eyes, I gasped at the beauty of the man although, it was just a quick glimpse.

"Why did you hit her! Is that what I asked you to do?"

His angry red eyes that were on Sir Circus turned to me.

"Get up!" His tone was sharp and I jerked up out of impulse. My head was still lowered, tears streaming down my cheek as I continued to sob silently, the whip really hurt me.

"You!" I felt his eyes leave me, however for some reason I could tell he was talking to Sir Carcius again.

"I'm sorry boss." Sir Carcius' tone was shaky.

"You should be!"

I couldn't see what was going on but the gun shot I heard made me flinch, causing me to sob even more. My eyes that were closed due to reflex opened when I heard something drop beside me and the moment my eyes caught sight of Sir Carcius' body, I felt nauseated again.

I tried to hold it back but seeing his bright red eyes gazing at me in his own pool of blood caused me to throw up all over the place. I felt so light headed, everything around me began to spin and the last thing I felt was a pair of strong hands that held me ever so gently. My blurry vision didn't allow me to see who it was before my eyes gave way to the darkness.

My eyes slowly opened to find myself in a totally dark room. From the look of things, I was on a very comfortable bed but when I tried to move around, I noticed my hands were chained to the bed. I hissed when I recalled what had happened earlier today and that was when I came to realise what I had truly become, a slave of the ruthless vampire mafia king.

Not feeling safe, my eyes scanned the room and I was only able to breathe properly when I discovered I was alone.

"Thank goodness, this would give me time to plan my escape." I murmured as I began to think about all I would go through with the little time I would spend with him.

The clicking sound of the door made me snap my head to where the noise was coming from as I tried to hide myself even though I knew it would be totally useless. The slave training wasn't paying off at the moment and when I saw who it was, I felt like death should take me right away.

But to my utmost surprise, he acted like there was no one there, pouring himself a glass of what was popularly known as blood wine.

"What's your name?" He was still focused on his drink, as if he was avoiding me.

"Ie_sha" I replied, obviously terrified.

"Hmm… Iesha." He repeated for his tongue to master it before taking his seat where he had been standing since he arrived. He opened a safe, and I gasped with widened eyes when I saw what he brought out.

"Is that a syringe, has my torture began?" I gulped loudly, fearfully waiting for my fate.

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