Captured.

Lots Of Blood.

What is wrong with me for goodness sake? Why would I kiss him like that? I mean I practically begged him like I said I would. No, I did it because he is my master, yes that's right I did it for him because whatever I do I must please my master in the process. I have just over an hour until I have to be in the kitchen ready to serve so I started with the shower that I definitely needed at this point. I needed the water to wash his touch off of my body even if it is imprinted into my mind and the tingles that are erupting around my body from his hands. I knew it wouldn't work but there is no harm in trying I guess. When I got out of the bathroom there was a white box that sat on my bed with a note on the top, "where this to serve dinner". I opened the box and there was a gorgeous red dress neatly folded with a pair of red flats to match underneath. I lay it out gently on the bed and decided it was time to do my hair and make-up. Thanks to the classes in the academy I was able to create a natural look whilst trying to not to reck the vision of my dress. I chose a basic hairstyle and curled my hair and to add a kick to it I braided back some of my hair and pinned it back. 

10 minutes to spare and I'm ready to serve, I think. I entered the kitchen and it was absolute chaos in there as dishes were being placed everywhere. "Hey, I've been told to serve I just wondered where I should start?" I asked the girl who was putting plates onto the trolley but if looks could kill I would be dead. "Start over there, take the bottles in and start pouring the glasses, then take in the starters which are on that trolley there, the mains will be on there later". I did as told and took the bottles into the dining room where there are many seats prepared for guests. This is going to be a long night.

Drinks poured and the meals are coming out, I was a quarter of the way through when guests started coming in through the doors and following behind them was Saxon, who was surprisingly cheerful. When he saw me he frowned but it didn't take him long to forget about me all over again when he had his arm around that woman. Once I was finished with the starters I began to clear the plates of those who had finished one end and worked my way all the way back to Saxon where he was laughing with that woman, who coincidently sat next to him if not on him. "Emma", he pulled me to his lips so that my ear was close to him, "pull your thoughts together I'm not the only one in the room right now who can hear them. Also, slow down your heart rate". How can I do that when he is the cause of it? 

I continued to serve the mains when I felt a piercing burn run down my arm and when I looked at it I had blood pouring out from it, how amazing I'm bleeding in a room mostly full of vampires. "Oops sorry guess my knife must have slipped. I took a spare napkin from the table and wrapped it around my arm before carrying on with the plates. "Why do I smell virgin blood?" bellowed out one of the guests and soon Saxons head spun round and his eyes locked on mine before he moved slightly so that his view was of my arm. "What happened?" He screamed out at the table as he signalled for me to come to him. "Who dared touch my s*x slave!" The whole room went silent and I was filled with embarrassment never mind pain. Soon a guest confessed and Saxon went off the rails whilst explaining to him to never touch me ever again. I know he wants me to look perfect when we have s*x, why else would he defend me but he knows it's never going to happen. Not now, not ever. "Finish cleaning up the plates and come back in". I did as I was told and when I entered back into the kitchen almost everyone was staring at my arm as the blood continued to pour from it, making me woozier by the second. "I have to go back in sorry I must leave the trolley here", I had to explain the situation to them so I wouldn't look bad but something tells me I'm too late. 

When I re-entered the room Saxon once again signalled for me to come to him but this time he sat me down on his lap and took the bandage off my arm, with his clean napkin he pressed on the wound whilst licking his fingers clean of my blood, something he enjoyed too much. "I am sorry this happened to you Emma", was all he could whisper in my ear before he had to continue with business talk apparently. His hand still remaining on my arm to make sure none of the blood spilt on his carpet I presumed or into someone's mouth other than his own. That girl that was next to him didn't speak as much throughout the rest of the event as if she were lost for words or embarrassed that Saxon was seen with me in the first place.

Eventually, guests began to leave but every time I tried to get up to clean I was pulled back down my Saxon and if it couldn't get more embarrassing he even kissed me in front of his guest who slit open my arm. Soon it was just me and him in the room alone with no guests and no slaves. "How is your arm", he removed the napkin and began to observe how deep the cut was, "stings but I'm fine". I'm not fine, I'm in agony right now I want to scream out in pain. "I can tell your lying, here drink this", I looked at the drink as it was a dark red colour, I could only predict what the drink actually was and I had no intention of drinking it. "Drink it, Emma, now", he pushed the glass to my lips and I did as I was told, I took one sip and that was it, the wound had closed only leaving a tiny scratch, which I hope will clear up eventually. "You look gorgeous in this dress, by the way, I knew I had good taste but you do take it to another level, "you brought this", he nodded whilst taking another sip of his drink. "Thank you master". He pulled me in and our lips crashed down on one another's and I once again had no control but he quickly pulled away. I saw the smirk forming on his face as I rose from his lap. He knew I wanted more than that, he could feel it. I was ready to run out of the door until he said, 

                                                                 "Happy birthday Emma".