I rolled over, falling off the sofa with a loud thump. I groaned and opened my eyes, meeting a pair of blue ones. I smirked and sat up, hand ruffling my hair.
“Morning slave,” He chuckled. I elbowed him where ever I elbowed him and stood up. “I got you something,” His face not a smirk but a sly grin.
“What is it?” I asked, placing one hand onto my hip.
“Your new uniform,” He passed me a white box and I opened it. There was a black at white maid’s outfit, like the ones you fine people wear in Japan for cosplay. “Now, get changed,” He ordered. I was about to walk away before he grabbed my wrist. “Get changed here,” He growled.
“No!” I said simply but he didn’t let me go.
“Get changed now or I will do it,” His top lip curled, showing his fangs. I gave up, and slipped my top off before climbing into the dress. There were also tights and heels that I must wear. God, my feet are going ache. I pulled on the tights and stepped into my shoes before glaring at Marshal.
“Happy?” I asked, folding my arms.
“Good girl,” He patted my head before dragging me out of the room.
“Hey, where are we going?” I questioned as we walked down the corridor. He didn’t tell me, just dragged me. “You’re Bipolar,”
“No, no I’m not.”
“Yes, yes you are,” I told him in a mater-o-fact tone. “My sister was bipolar, I know the signs”
“Shut your mouth,” He snapped, throwing me into the wall. Fuck that hurt, my head had hit the wall so much that my brain was pounding so loud I could cry. But I didn’t cry, instead I stood up and glared at him. “I didn’t tell you to stand up!” He screamed, pushing me into the wall over and over again. Each time I stood up and glared.
“Master, stop it right now,” I whispered. As he lunged for me, I moved to the right, making him crash into the wall. “Get a grip will you?”
“You are my slave and I shall do what I want with you,”
“I shall break the rules and not be obedient,” I stated. I looked down at him before holding out my hand to lift him to his feet. He took my hand, stood up before flipping me over so that I hit the wall, and hit the floor head first. He growled, staring down at me. I looked up, pushing my body up also, feeling my head pound immensely. I sat up, resting my head against the wall; I felt his stare still locked on me.
“What?” I asked, glaring up at him. He leaned down, lifting his head high above my head. I saw it coming; I moved my head so he missed.
"Stop it!" I demeaned, He looked taken back when I said this.
"No! You're my slave; you'll do as I say! Alright?" I shook my head, I wasn't going to let him control my life. I stood up looking at him. He stood up also and I saw that he was taller than me, a lot taller.
"No." I hissed my tone harsh. He looked at me again, before pushing me onto the floor. He pinned me down and lowered his head, his tongue slithering up and down my bare neck. “Get the fuck off me!” I screamed. That when his fangs dug deep into me, making me fall silent.
He sucked my blood; I could feel the blood leave my body as he drank. He had bitten and drank me. I shuddered as he stopped, pulling from me. He stared down at me before whipping the blood from his face away. After a few minutes he stood up, pulling me up with him.
“Can you cook?” He asked as he began dragging me again. I just stared endlessly into space; I wasn’t going to answer him until he said sorry for what he did. “I’ll take that as a yes,” He rolled his eyes before shoving me into a giant kitchen. “We’re having human guests over so cook something than can serve 24 people, Okay?” I didn’t reply before he closed the door and locked it.
Great, I was cooking for 24 people. I sighed and got to work.