Chapter 17

* TRIGGER WARNING*

-Year 1 after kidnapping-

"You took everything from me I hate you." I spit my words like venom at the gang leader as I deliver my blood on a silver platter to them, the glasses tremble with my arms. He laughs, a gross deep laugh. It took me a long time to understand that some vampires are so satisfied, so glutten that human blood doesn't send them into a frienzie, they are past the threshold of hunger but addicted to the consistancy of having it. I'd draw my own blood for them, just feet away, I'd hand deliver it to them...sometimes they wouldn't even drink it... I was just one of many flavors offered to them.

"aye quite your cryin, I coulda killed you with your folks. You're lucky so start acting right or I'll sell you to someone a lot less generous than myself." He takes a leisurely sip from his glass. Vampires disgust me. They are sick and evil. I hope they all burn in hell. I clench my tray and walk back to the kitchen, I let myself fall silently to the floor, my breath hitched and my sobs inevitable.

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-Year 3 after kidnapping-

I may be older but nothing has changed. New cell, new job, same sunset. I lift my leg straight in the air as the shades of orange fade behind the window bars. My legs begging to collapse and my heart pounding in my head. A loud grunting sob escapes my lips for I have been training endlessly for two days. As I break, my body collapses to the dusty floor, unable to hold itself any longer. A solid kick throws my body into the wall ten feet away, my chest hits first and the impact vibrates through me.

"How dare you stop! You're here because you are disobediant, because you need to be trained and because someone with a lot of moola thinks you amusing. The only reason you are not dead is your endless amusement so when your master commands you dance- you dance! You ungrateful woman, perhaps you would still have the luxuary of being a servant if you kept your mouth shut! If you can't serve and you have no talent than you will die in your master bed. Your body is the only salvagable thing about you and if it were not for that wealthy buyers interest in you, you would be chained to my bed. Tomorrow is your last chance, the buyer will come to inspect your lack of skill and stamina, until his arrival you will spend the night in the sex chambers...getting a glimpse of your future."

In the chambers are skinny and bruised women, chain marks on their arms and limbs. Here they wait with fear and broken dreams. They know what happens eventually, they are ripped apart or left here at half price to rot. I'm not sure which is worse...I'm not sure any one here does either. Many of these women have just come from training, where they are almost garenteed to survive, thats not how it works. I've never seen it but I've heard how it goes. It's the reason you rent sex slaves instead of buying them, it's buisness. You have to rent one, then you almost inevitably kill them, pay the extra fee or return her and pay the damaged goods fee. Maggie is an example of a half off sex slave, she is doesn't train anymore and can't move her legs. She smells nasty and if shedidn't blink, I'd have though she was deceased. I found out that every girl who comes and goes says hello and goodbye to Maggie- I don't know why, she never responds, I assume it's an unspoken tradition I'm too inexperianced to understand.

Being a sex slave is different with vampires and shapeshifters, they will tear you apart brutally...because they don't care about your well being.They won't take care with their movements, they won't stop when you bleed, scream, break, rip or die...your just warm meat to them. Trainer comes in to take one of the girls for his own tonight, I watch as he lists his finger towards me and gestures for me to follow him and the poor women. I could feel the grim chill go down my spine as I walked with them. As we entered Trainers bedroom I felt I should look away as she took off what little covering she had but I didn't. I knew better. >I knew he was watching me and I didn't want this. It was like watching a terrible accident, you can't stop looking but you know you can never unsee the horror that unfolds.

He watched me the entire time he raped her. I watched her bleed, his intense red eyes stare through me as she screams in pain and I can hear the odd sound of her flesh ripping. He isn't abnormally large but his grip damns her, her bones break and go limp. Tears roll down her face in a constant waterfall. Her skin begins to change color as his inconceivable speed and force seems to somehow break her internal organs...everything about her looks tortured. I watch as she dies. She dies and he never falters, just drinks from her and slams himself into her under peices of her flesh are falling from between her legs somehow broken off like shaved ice.

The reality that I am dwindling my options by acting out finally caught up to me. If I don't give up fighting...I will die at the hands of this trainer. Despite this hell... the only way for me to win is to survive and I won't survive the night if I stay down. My parents didn't die so that I could be lost t their hands too. No way in hell am I dying yet.

The following day...I don't fall. I dance until I am beyond pain and torment, I dance until I am numb, until he buys me and I know I will never step into that room again. I didn't look back at the sex chamber door, I didn't even say goodbye to Maggie.