Blood Debt

Meet the Family

A mans voice stirred me awake. I tried to open my eyelids but they were too heavy.

“Don’t worry boss, everything went according to plan. He was right about the kid, I just tested her blood.” I couldn’t make sense of what he was saying and I tried again to open my eyes to see who was speaking.

“Give me a sec, sleeping beauty needs her second dose.” The voice said before I felt a prick in my arm. “Anyways we are about six hours….” The voice faded away with everything else.

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I woke up laying on the ground, in what seemed to be a dark cellar. The floor was stone and it recked of musty stale water. Opening my eyes was hard as they were seriously crusty, my head pounded, and my mouth was dry.

The space was the size of a bathroom and was only illuminated by a small opening acting as the cell door’s window.

Where I am? And why am I so cold? I thought as I moved to sit up. Panic filled me as I realized I was naked save for my underwear bottoms.

I thought back to what I last remembered, but my head hurt pounded, making it hard to concentrate. This is what I expected being drugged was like.

I slowly sat up, wincing when I put weight in my arm. Then I remembered the needle pricking me outside of Daniel’s house. I sat up and a wave of dizziness almost made me sick.

I slowly moved myself against a wall to lean against, and I took deep breaths to settle my stomach. When I opened my eyes, I nearly threw up again from the anxiety the surged in me.

I didn’t get a second more to contemplate my situation, because I heard foot steps approach the door. A key entered the door’s lock and opened to a man in his late forties dressed in, I kid you not, a butler’s get up. Three piece suit with white gloves, and even a tray with a bottle of water on it.

I curled my legs into my chest to both cover and comfort myself as fear raked over my near naked body. He bent down, placed the bottle on it’s side and rolled it over to me.

I grabbed the bottle and cracked it open, feeling assured it hadn’t been tampered with. I took a sip as he began to speak with a slight Eastern European accent.

“Good evening Ms Connors, my master wants to apologize for your current accommodations. Are you ok after your journey?” I just put the bottle down and hugged my legs closer to me like a shield.

After a few moments, he just tsked at me, when I didn’t answer. “Your generation and manners. Come, the master and his sons are ready to meet you. After, I will be escort you to your living chambers.”

“This isn’t where I am staying?”

“No, but the master wanted to make sure you didn’t try and run before you had a chance to speak with him.”

I met his eyes and said “I’m not going anywhere without something to cover myself.”

“The master has requested to be presented as visible as possible. You will dress upstairs.”

“Then tell your master that until I get some clothing to wear, I am not leaving this spot.”

The butler smiled in anticipation of this response and replied “Well I was told to come get you now or leave you for a week to soften you up.”

I hesitated only a second. No food, one water bottle and no bathroom. The ultimatum of come now or die. I closed my eyes to suck back the tears that threatened to fall. I had to keep my cool if I wanted to make it out of here.

After a few calming breaths, I opened my eyes and untangled myself. My long, uncontrollable, red hair was still tied up so I took it down in hopes to help cover my bare chest. I was a B cup, so not crazy big, but enough to make me want to cover up. I parted my long hair and cupped my hands over my breast to cover as much as I could.

The butler stepped out of the cell and into the hallway for me to follow. We walked down a short hall with two other doors on next to mine, and walked up the stairs to a door. The butler unlocked it and walked us into the foyer of a massive Victorian styled mansion.

The foyer led right into the living room where several couches surrounded the large fireplace. It was dark outside. From where we came up, I counted four men sitting on two of the couches facing the fire. All had dark hair and weren’t speaking.

The man sitting alone stood when he heard the door open and saw us. He smiled a very handsome smile and chills ran down my spine. I knew that this man was a predator. He was attractive for his age; I was guessing maybe the same age as Daniel if not a little younger.

He had salt and pepper hair, tall even from our distance and dressed impeccably in a black suit. His black eyes looked calculating and cold. He screamed money and power. The more I studied his face though, the more he looked familiar.

When faced with a predator, never show fear. That’s what nature documentaries say right? I looked him square in the eyes, even though I held my chest with shaking hands and broke out into a sweat.

“Ah excellent, you’re awake. My name is Carlo Aldelean. Welcome to our humble abode Ms Connors. Boys, don’t be rude, stand and say hello.”

Two of the three boys stood. They were both tall and dressed comfortably in well fitted matching black sweaters and black jeans that hugged their lean, clearly muscular bodies. They had bodies similar to soccer players and looked older than me by a few years.

When they turned to face me, I was struck by the fact that they were twins. Identical twins. Strong jawline, high cheek bones and brown eyes accentuated by long dark eyelashes and thick eyebrows. They had matching dark hair cuts where the sides were buzzed and the top was thicker and styled.

The only way I would be able to tell them apart immediately was from a white streak of hair through right boy’s brown hair in front. However, the longer I watched them, the more obvious it became that they were very different. The left twin’s eyes sparkled with humor while the other looked impossibly bored.

I wanted to squirm under their gazes scanned down the length of my exposed body, and I felt my whole body flush. I was grateful for how little they could see thought my hair and the underwear I wore covered.

“Come now son, stand and say hello” Carlo said a little more forcefully than before to the third guy on the couch. While he wasn’t yell, it was clear that couch boy was walking on thin ice.

Nothing could have prepared me for the shock after he stood and turned. My eyes met familiar dark blue eyes. My breath caught, and my heart started racing. My jaw dropped and the tears I tried so hard to hold back started silently flowing.

“Ana Conners I’d like introduce you to your new owners. My sons Zade, Noah and Pierce meet your new ward.”