Vampire’s Pet

Chapter 7: Verdicy

My nails have long since been chewed raw, blood openly dribbling down the sides. They were all vampires, capable of searching the small space in a single blink. Yet here were thirty minutes later as they picked through my things. Their attitude was of a person going on a leisurely stroll not one conducting a house search.

Master Adrian had taken particular interest in the corner of the room holding my shrine. In reality the 'shrine' was a collected of garbage I'd laid out on the floor in format that only made sense to me. Despite this fact he'd made a beeline for it the moment he stepped through the door. My already heavy breathing and racing heart had taken a spin when I realised what lay in that corner.

Their presence alone was unnerving, suffocating even. The walls of my studio apartment only amplified this feeling. The men themselves didn't take up much room ,however, their large quantity did.

Every inch of the floor had a pair of feet, at least that's what if felt like to me. Every exhale I took seemed to shutter onto someone nearby. If they noticed or cared they didn't give me any indication.

"So," A placid voice rang out stealing me from my thoughts. "we've identified this apartment belongs to you. From our investigation we've discovered evidence concerning the safety and well-being of one of our club members. We'll need to conduct further investigation into this and decide the appropriate measures to dissolve this issue."

"You're going to investigate this?" My voice sounded incredulous even to my own ears. "You aren't going to contact the Authority?"

"We could, there's two options for us." A familiar voice that I now recognised as 'the big guy who follows the twins around'. "The first is contacting the police where you would likely be placed into their custody to live out your remaining years in prison."

I visibly shuddered at the first option.

"The second is exercising our right to punish those who commit crimes against us. Since you are a slave in custody of the Slave House we don't need to apply for this. We will do as we wish as the law allows."

The idea of the sadistic men being free to punish me as they may wish was nauseating, however, I felt Michael would protect me. He'd always been kind hearted and sweet. I adored him and I knew after I professed my love for him he would see the love in my actions.

"Ok." The finality in my voice rung clear through the air cutting through any of my remains of hesitance.

"Ok?" Alexi questioned.

"You can do the investigation." I clarified, rather proud and confident in my decision.

"Oh pet, we weren't asking." A chorus of laughter erupted in the room as Adrian spoke his words like poison. "I believe Lucifer was only explaining out of kindness or rather pity for you."

Pet? Oh. That's how they would seek punishment.

"I haven't done anything. What could you have possibly found as evidence of a crime?" It was risky but the only chance I had of escaping a new realm of cruelty.

Again a round of laughter filled the room.

"You know what makes vampires unique don't you?" The large man who I now knew as Lucifer drawled out.

Drinking blood. Incredible speeds. Abnormal beauty. Inhuman strength.

"No not any of those." He drawled out.

Telepathy.

"Smart boy but no." He tsked seemingly impatient before tapping his nose.

"Sense of smell." I spoke aloud this time. "What does how well you can smell my ass have anything to do with this?"

"What vulgar language out of such a pretty mouth." Adrian murmured. "I'd tell the Slave Trainers if I wasn't going to clean out that dirty mouth my self. What a crude demonstration of a slave gone too long without a master."

My blood ran cold at the thought of the Trainers getting their hands of on me. After the last stunt I'd pulled at the Auction House I knew they were itching to get their hands on me.

"Let me enlighten you." Suddenly he was behind me, hands on my throat fingers angling my chin up. "You see Michael over there hmmm? My beloved. I've spent centuries almost millennia with him. I've not only memorised his scent but have it ingrained into the very marrow of my bones. Scent doesn't just comprise of the matter your pathetic little nose can sense but pheromones as well. So what do you think I smell on an item that's held close to my loved ones crown jewels?"

If I had thought I was f****d before I was as good as dead now. Those f*****g panties weren't proving to be as worth it as I had thought.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I again tried to deny.

"What will I find when I reach into your bag?" s**t he knows.

"Nothing." He couldn't possibly find it in the pocket of my leathers.

He chucked lightly before turning me to face Michael. Said man was already staring, frown etched into his face. I flushed deeply.

"I didn't do it ok I didn't Michael please believe me." I begged desperately. Everyone in the room scoffed loudly causing me to cower.

"You'll lie to his face. Pathetic." Adrian gestured to Michael as he spoke. "Come here and check the bag baby."

Michael immediately moved forward his long legs carrying him swiftly. The same legs I used to adore for their perfect sculpture and now was loathing for their efficiency. He seemed to know exactly where to look as he opened the bag. I suppose I'd all but told them through my thoughts. It was too damn hard to censor anything. That's how I ended up unowned in the first place. Nobody wanted a slave with a smart mouth or smart mind rather.

He dug deep into the pocket of my pants and pulled the panties out. Perhaps they had known their location from the start of their visit. Maybe even back at the club. That was even more mortifying. I'd enabled them to enact their revenge by 'losing' my keys.

If Adrian was being honest about pheromones and scents then I was glad I hadn't jerked off with them as I'd intended. That might have landed me in some s**t I couldn't talk my way out of.

"You almost f*****g did what to his f*****g panties."