Captured.

Just A Taste.

Saxons P.O.V:

Today has been pointless, I have sat in this crowd for a good 3 hours now and not one slave has struck my interest. Here I thought West was sticking to his word when he told me he had an interesting one lined up today but not one of them has met my expectations. That was until her. I was ready to get out of my seat and leave until the whole room erupted in noise and I turned to the stage to see what the commotion was about. There on the stage was a girl with straight brown hair with brown eyes to match, she has a perfect figure but I expect nothing less if West has had his hands on her for quite some years. 

"We have a 17-year-old here, she will be turning 18 in two days. Species is human. She has been trained at the finest academy in town and only has one scar on her leg. No tattoos and two birthmarks, one on the back of her neck and the other on her foot. Start bidding". The audience went wild and soon numbers were being screamed across the room making the girl on the stage look more anxious each time. I showed no emotion as the numbers grew higher and higher and just seconds before it ended I made my move. "42,000 dollars", everyone gasped at the amount but I just kept my eyes fixated on hers as I could hear her heart pound in her chest, finding it harder to control my instincts with every passing second. 

I left the crowd as people parted ways when they saw me, I am of course one of the most feared creatures of the night thanks to my fathers legacy, which I have carried on with the family name, even if I don't like the old man 78% of the time. I started signing papers when I arrived at the desk making sure to read each one so I knew they weren't going to catch me out on any details and when I saw that the fine print was accurate and filled my needs, the handful of cash was passed over. That's when I heard her enter the room and I turned, our eyes locking on each other immediately and I watched as hers started moving looking at my body and features from top to bottom, something I do not appreciate. 

"Stop staring human", I caught her off guard and thanks to my great ability to hear most thoughts, I could hear her negative ones screaming out to me from many directions. "I hear your negative thoughts so you may want to get that under control, now let's go I have a car waiting for us". Blake has been sitting waiting for me to finish the auction and as he saw us approach he exited the car and opened the door for me, I signalled for the slave to get in from the other side and she did as instructed, how obedient. 

"What is your name?" I could see she hesitated at my question, almost as if she was trying to figure out whether I was being serious. "Emma Anderson, master". "Well Emma when we arrive we can go over your role in the house, I have over 160 slaves so don't feel special. They all have different roles so that the house works in unison. As far as I know, your room is ready for you and you will act as not only a normal slave but as a s*x slave on the side as I haven't decided which of my guests to give you to yet". 

There it is again, that pounding heart pumping all that delicious blood around her body, I heard her slight gasp as I lost control letting my eyes flash red in front of her before gaining my self-control back. The whole car journey was silent just as it should be and when we pulled up at the mansion I placed a bag over her head so that it would be impossible for her to see no matter how far we are into the woods of nowhere I am not willing to take that risk. 

We entered my office and she stood at the front of my desk as I sat down facing up at her. "I have read your profile Emma, I can see you were quite a high standard slave at the academy. Only punished once, what was that for?" Her hesitation filled the room but I sat beginning to lose my patience with her and just before I could take action,  she coughed up. "I had a friend at the academy master. She was ever so kind to me and looked after me dearly even though there was four nearly five years difference between us. Four years ago she was taken to be sold and I stepped out of line begging my previous master not to let her leave. He took me into the room and whipped my leg slashing my skin open in multiple directions. I deserved to have been punished, master". Wow, not once has a slave owned up so quickly but I took a look at the scar running down the top of her thigh and for some reason my blood began to boil just seeing it there, what is this?

"Right Emma your roles. I will have you work as a slave for my guests for now where you will clean every room whilst they are out doing their daily activities. As for you being a s*x slave, I will have you as mine for the time being until I can decide who to give you to". I had finally made the decision whilst we were in the car that I would keep her as my own. There is something about her that intrigues me and the fact that she is a virgin makes the situation a lot more fun on my part. 

"Yours?" one mistake already that I could see she picked up on. "Emma, what were you taught at the academy?" The tears started to form in her eyes but she took a deep breath and looked at me dead in the eyes, "not to speak unless spoken to by my master". So she does know her lessons, maybe a little teasing won't be so bad. I stood from my desk walking around and sat facing her on the edge. Her hands pulling down the dress she was wearing which was only screaming at me to rip off. I took her hands and pulled her in, her whole body tensing at my touch, "what's wrong, never been this close to a guy before, I find that hard to believe considering where you came from". 

Her lips were quivering as I moved her hair from her neck inching my face closer to it. I placed small, soft pecks on her neck before extending my fangs and piercing her skin, I just need a taste. Her body jumped as I knew that was not what she was expecting and she let out a small scream as I tasted her blood for myself. Sweet, untouched and pure perfection, it will be a while before I sacrifice giving this up to another. 

                                                    My own perfect blood bag.