Abused and Bought

Leashed and Marked

After Willy dropped Grace off inside Hunter's room, telling her to rest, she spent the next two hours exploring the entirety of the room.

The bed with green covers lay against the wall, right of the door. The flooring of dark carpet, the walls of red brick. Two doors sat on a single side of the room. One door was the bathroom, the other, upon investigation was a large walk-in closet. A large bedside table sat on the left of the bed, closer to the door, a stereo set sitting on top. On the other side of the room, near the large windows was an iron cage. 

As she looked at the (most likely expensive) stereo, the door clicked open, causing her to perk and look towards Hunter, a small sigh escaping his lips. A small plastic bag hung from his hand.

He strode towards her, grasping her chin, raising her head as his eyes inspected her neck, his brows furrowed.

".....?"

He muttered angrily and released her chin, digging his free hand into the bag, pulling out a small collar, violet with rubies around the whole of it, the buckle and loop gold. He stepped closer to her.

"Give me your neck." He ordered.

Nodding solemnly, she moved her hair put of the way. Her body tensed as his fingers, chilling against her warm skin brushed her as he wrapped the leather around her neck, tightening it to the third notch, seeing how small her neck was. He then stopped, his fingers gliding towards her shoulder. She swallowed, hunger sprinkling his wine red eyes. His tongue glided over his fangs, and an evil smirk slithered onto his face.

"You know, Willy never said anything about not drinking from you while waiting for you to recover." He said, his other hand moving towards her arm, gripping it harshly.

Her eyes widened as her body froze in terror. He chuckled, his lips near her shoulder as his fingers pulled the sleeve away.

"I don't even have to tell you to stay still." His teeth grazed her skin. "Good girl."

Before she retaliate, a shooting pain plunged deep inside her from her shoulder. She bit her cheek to help swallow the cry of pain clawing at her throat. She trembled as a slurping noise filled the room, tears tickling her cheeks as they fell. Her knees began to grow weak, and her throat constricted, her ability to properly breath taken. He suddenly stopped, releasing his fangs from her neck. Warm blood leaked from the wound, seeping into her dress, while tears dried and stained her collarbone and new collar. He sucked his teeth at the ruined cloth, placing his tongue over the wounds. She shivered, curiosity taking over her thoughts. Once he removed his tongue, she rose a shaking hand and brushed it over the wound, wincing at the sting. When she brought her hand back, her eyes went wide.

Not a single smear of blood resided on her fingertips.

"If you're wondering why," Hunter began, Grace's eyes looking up at him. "It's because something in vampire saliva helps heals small wounds." He shrugged. "Pretty ironic if you ask me." 

He looked at her ruined dress, sucking his teeth once again before reaching into the bag once again, pulling a lavender leash with a golden clip from the plastic. She stepped away as he walked towards her, reaching for her. A flinch jolted her body as the clip snapped around the loop, tugging her towards the door.

"Looks like we'll have to get you some new clothing." He sighed annoyed.

She gently tugged, digging her heels into the carpet. He jerked her forward, towards him.

"......!" 

He grabbed the leash, near the clip, bringing her close to his face.

"Do not defy me pet. Your blood is exceptionally sweet." He sneered in her face. "I could always go into town tomorrow if you desire as much." 

She paled and swallowed, shaking her head weakly.

"Good girl." He once again began to tug her to the door. "I'll think of your name later. I need inspiration."

She sighed, allowing him to drag her into the hallway.

She was terrified, now she really was certain.

This is a fate worse than death.