Royal's Belonging

Hazel Eyes

Anastasia’s POV:

          “Wake up slut!” one of the overseers yelled at me, waking me up. I rolled over till I was kneeling in front of him, hoping to avoid a punishment this early in the morning.

          “I see someone may be finally learning some respect,” overseer snarks at me while smirking. I stay silent knowing any noise or response will only result in pain.

          “No matter, auction tonight so don’t f**k up and earn a punishment or you’ll never sell,” with that said he kicks me and turns away “Oh, it’s vampire exclusive” He taunts over his shoulder, walking away, knowing full well vampires are the one creature I despise and fear the most.

          I slump over to my side, glaring at his back for the new bruise forming on my ribs. Rolling to my back I stare at the plain grey concrete ceiling of my cell. My cell is an 8’ by 8’ square box, all of the walls are solid cement, only broken by the iron door the overseer just exited. I have a bucket in a corner to see to my needs and a small moldy mattress with only a ratty blanket to ward off the chill coming as winter officially arrives.

 Oh, how could I forget? One of the cement walls has chains attached to hold me up when they feel like whipping me or some other form of entertainment they come up with as a punishment for me.  I can still hear their laughter from their celebration 4 days ago. I have no idea what they were celebrating, all I know is I received a beating and whipping so bad I was unconscious the next day and a half. I can only just now stand somewhat straight without passing out from the lingering pain.

          I quickly move to kneel in the center of my room as I hear someone approaching.

          “Oh, Little Annie,” came the sing-song taunt of one of the cruelest guards, “Guess what time it is.” I cringe silently knowing the answer. Marcus the guard enters my cell smirking at what is about to happen to me. I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my side and fall to the floor, I realized he kicked my already bruised ribs.

          “Pathetic!” Marcus exclaims bending over to put my collar on. Once, he is sure I am practically choking he yanks me up by my hair and demands I follow him. I crawl behind him as I am lead to the washroom.

          Now, normally one would be thankful to be clean, but here it’s simply another form of torture to us slaves. We are stretched up by our arms chained to the ceiling and sprayed down with freezing water. I know today will be worse than usual not only due to my recent punishments but also because I am to be sold today. That means they will be thorough and actually use soap, which will lead to me being subjected to the freezing water for longer than normal.

          I was left there after they finished, shivering, waiting to be led out to the stage where my life will be sold to the highest bidder. All I can do is hope that my new master will be better than my current ones who only hit and starve me.

          “Your turn w***e,” a guard comes in and tells me. He unchains me and re-fastens my collar ensuring it is nice and tight. He yanks me along behind him to what I assume is backstage. Marcus soon walks up dismissing the other guard who’s name I never bothered to learn.

          “Remember to behave and you might get a decent master,” Marcus advises in a surprisingly gentle voice. “Keep your head down, be quiet, and accept whatever happens. Maybe we will finally be rid of you.” With that said I hear myself being announced and Marcus starts heading onto the stage with me behind him. He walks me to center stage and then attaches the end of my leash he was holding onto a hook on the stage floor.

          The announcer starts talking about me, encouraging masters to bid on me, “This is little Anastasia, just turned 18 last week. She has been raised and trained here since a young age and can please you however you may wish. Standing at 5’5” she is presumed human. While thoroughly trained, she is still a virgin and has pure O negative blood should you want a snack. As with all virgins we will start at $10,000, do I hear any bids?” What is he saying? I'm not eighteen for several more weeks, are they that desperate to get rid of me?

          This is how much my life is worth I guess, mere money, I think to myself. I stay frozen with my head down until I hear a man, vampire really, yell for them to show off my body to know what they are buying. Marcus walks up orders me to kneel on all fours with my back to the audience. I glare at him and refused to move. This earns me several whip lashes in punishment and I cry out as my old wounds and scabs open back up.

          “Enough!” A voice cried; I look up to see beautiful Hazel eyes staring at me. “She is mine, prepare her to leave,” says the man before walking away to the masters’ lounge to wait to pay for me. I am roughly dragged to a holding cage where I am sprayed off with freezing water to remove the blood from my back.

          “I told you to behave,” Marcus exclaims upon entering the room my cage is in, “Now you will be a slave to the royal vampires.” He walks up and pulls a syringe out of his pocket before stabbing it into my neck and injecting the foggy liquid into me. I start to fell dizzy as I look up to see my new owner. The last thing I see before darkness consumes me is his eyes looking back at me.