Dangerous Heart (Completed)

Amber's POV "Please don't," I whimpered, this was the reoccurring dream I had every night. My life was nothing like normal. Since childhood I had been from one torture chamber to another. "Yes, master," I whined as the pictures of various faces flashed in my unconscious state. I curled into myself as I slept on the ragged little cot I had in the basement I was in. My body flinched with each memory my mind flashed in my head. Why couldn't I dream about the man in the woods. I found comfort oddly in his hidden silhouette. Instead, my body remembered each and every pain that was inflicted. Finally gaining consciousness I looked at the basement cell I was in. My body soaked with sweat. Flopping my head in my hands, I cried. I was done with life. Nothing of it had been kind. I was passed around to different creatures like a toy. Not knowing how I survived their attacks. My body was littered with scars, bruises and new wounds. My dark auburn hair matted, caked with blood and who knows what. My green eyes dull and blood shot from the choke hold this new master did last night. I had no idea how old I was now. I had been stolen from my parents so long ago that I barely remembered their faces. Fuzzy memories was all I had of them. This new master had been angry that I did not have enough fear in my blood. I had no idea how much he had paid for me. His fangs coming out and piecing my shoulder as he groped and clawed at my body. He had flung me against a wall spitting my own blood in my face. "I should kill you!" He shouted. It had been his day time servant that lead him up and away with the promise of s*x. Thank the gods I did not have to do that with him. Not that I have ever enjoyed it. I heard footsteps above me. I pushed myself into the corner of cell on the bed curling into a ball. The footsteps stopped at the door. It opened and I heard the feet descending the stairs. "Good your awake." snapped the day time servant. "Eat this, you will be leaving later today, Master has bought a new treat and sold you." The force of the voice alone made my body flinch. I had no control over it. Years of beatings and torture had done this. The sound of the servant leaving with a snort, let me slowly open my eyes to see that most of the food had fallen to the cement floor. The water was sloshed too. I stood quickly and snatched the tray. Using my fingers I stuffed what little food was left into my mouth. It tasted funny but I didn't care. I gulped the water quickly and slid the tray away back to the place they told me to leave it. I hiccupped a little because I ate to fast. I heard a lot of footsteps up above. There was screaming, growls and more commotion upstairs. I curled into the corner, trying to hide. My body was quaking, drowsiness was taking a hold of it. I heard multiple feet slamming down the stairs. My eyes were heavy as I heard voices but could do nothing but welcome the blackness that consumed my mind. ******* I woke up in a bedroom, my eyes adjusted to the bright light but everything was blurry. The room did not smell bad like normal. In fact it smelt like cleaning supplies and a faint hint of a type of flower I did not know. I looked down at my body to see my wounds had been treated and I was in a big t-shirt and shorts. I was shocked to see how nice the room was. But, I was afraid to move. Who had me now? So I curled up against the floor in the far corner away from the door. Worried that if I stayed on the bed I would be in trouble. Footsteps started down the hall. More then one set by the sounds of them. I curled my self tighter, I felt my heart slamming into to my chest. The door to the room I was in, creaked open. "Oh honey," I heard a woman's voice say. I peeked to see the voice belonged to a short round woman who had aged brown eyes and grey in her short curly brown hair. I flinched again as I knew I was not supposed to look at them. Pulling my self tighter I couldn't help my body's quaking. "She is awake?" I heard a male's voice. My body shook harder, a reaction to my horrible growing up. "She is, I think you need to stay out side. She is terrified." The woman's voice seemed stern. "Ok," came the male's voice. The door closed softly I heard her get a little closer. The bed's springs crunch down. "My name is Momma Dee." She stood by the door. "What is your name dear?" Her tone was warm to the ears. I did not know why but I answered. "Amber." I whispered. "It is nice yo meet you Amber," Momma Dee smiled at me. She took the chair near the door and sat down. "How long have you been used like you were?" I was not sure if I wanted to answer that. But something inside urged me to say. "Since I was six," I looked down at me hands. "Oh my Goddess!" I heard her exclaim as her hands gripped each other near her chest. "I am sorry we did not find you sooner." Momma Dee lowered her eyes to her lap. When she looked back to me I seen tears brimming the surface of her aged lightened brown eyes. I could say nothing to her. I had no words to respond to that. It wasn't anyone's job to look for me. Even then it would have been difficult to find me as I was passed around from one place to another so many times even I had lost count.