A Vampire's Slave [ON HOLD]

Jasmine's P.O.V:

I trembled as he stared at me with his eyes burning bright red. I knew I'd be in for a punishment for interfering with his business. I was surprised as he let go of my hair suddenly and I fell to the ground on my bottom, but he then grabbed my arm and without saying a word, led me away.

He brought me down two flights of stairs and the house started to look less fancy and nice the further down we went, until we came to a dark hallway with wallpaper peeling off and dust and cobwebs covering the place. It was so cold.

We came to a halt at a large metal door which he opened with a loud creek and screech. He dragged me in and tossed me to the floor where I landed on my hands and knees in a silly attempt to save myself from harms way.

I began to turn over when I was slammed to the ground with a thud by a rough boot that remained firmly pressed into my back. I didn't make a sound as the wind was knocked out of me from the impact and that's when he finally spoke.

"For someone who's been a slave for so long and for one who's supposedly 'obedient,' you sure don't seem to understand how things work around here. Let me explain, Slave," he said calmly as he suddenly kicked me in the ribs.

I suppressed a squeal of pain because I have been a slave for a long time and I know vampires enjoy our pain and suffering. Hearing our scream and cries was a sick pleasue for them. One that I would not give Victor if I could help it.

"You're a slave, I'm a vampire," he stated the obvious. "I'm superior to you, you're inferior to me. I give the orders, you do the orders. Is it getting any clearer for you?" he asked rhetorically as he gave me another kick to the ribs only harder this time.

I let out a small grunt as I tried not to show my pain, but I knew he could sense it. "And do you want to know what the best thing is?" he whispered loud enough for me to hear in the deathly silence of the cold room.

"I can hurt you and do anything I want to you and nobody can stop me. Why?" He again asked rhetoricall, as he lifted my up by my throat. "Because I'm a vampire and you're a slave" he shouted as he threw a punch to my face.

I couldn't hold it any longer and I let out a cry as the whole side of my face exploded in pain. "Awh, did that hurt you slave?" he asked with fake sympathy and worry laced in his voice. "Answer me! Now!"

"Y.. Yes Master," I whispered, stifling sobs and fighting tears that threatened to spill out. He leaned in closer to my face and whispered, "good." He suddenly hurled me through the air and my body collided with the wall with a sickening crunch.

I felt my arm bend and snap againt the wall from the force he threw me at and I let out a pain filled scream before I started to cry and again scream when the pain would become unbearable. My body shook as sobs ravaged my body, while I cradled my broken arm.

I looked up at Victor to see him staring down at me, grinning like a Cheshire cat and I looked back down quickly as to not anger him more. He left me untouched for a few moments and I wondered why until I could get the smell in the air that I realied was coming from my head.

Blood.