Blood Pet

Kidnapped by a psychotic vampire, 22-year-old Jessica Smith doesn't really think things could get any worse until she becomes a pawn in a vampire plot to take over the world. As war breaks out between the vampires and humans resisting them and the world begins to quickly fall to the undead, Jessica finds herself warring with herself and questioning the true intentions of the vampire who took her in the first place. With everyone she can't trust telling her things about him that make no sense and unable to trust his words either; she really has no idea who to believe in this dark world that she is now very much a part of. As time goes on, Jessica finds it harder to decide who to trust and who not to trust. But more important than that, she finds herself questioning her feelings towards the one person that she knows she shouldn't trust or love


5. Chapter Four

He merely smirked at me; an expression I was really starting to hate. One of these days I was going to permanently remove the look from his god awful face.

I was too busy glaring at him to notice what he was up to; which involved him quickly untying me from the chair and yanking me to my feet. I yelped in surprise as the force of the pull on my arm caused me to run into his chest. Again. That was starting to really annoy me, but before I could yell at him for it, he began dragging me across the room and I was bit preoccupied by that to worry about anything else.

"What the hell?" I screeched.

He completely ignored me as he dragged me towards the torture devices I had seen earlier. Holy shit; he wasn't planning to use them on me already, was he?

"Don't worry, sweetheart, you would have to do a lot worse than this to get that as punishment." he explained, nodding towards the Rack that still looked as scary as ever as we neared it.

That didn't make me feel much better.

Not only because he was a bastard who stuck his nose where it didn't belong a lot, but also because he couldn't be trusted. At all. He was a psycho… and they weren't known for being very truthful.

He chuckled, "You don't have to believe what I say, I suppose, but you should believe my actions."

He stopped between the two devices; in the space that had several pairs of chains dangling from the ceiling. He yanked my wrist upward as he studied the different chains, which I noticed were all different lengths. It took a few minutes of searching before he found one that was the right length and during that time I struggled against his strong grip; I even tried to kick him, but that really didn't do any good at all. He just yanked harder on my wrist as he pulled the chain down a bit so that the cuff attached to it was able to easily slip around my wrist. I attempted to jerk my hand away before he could clasp the cuff around my wrist, which was surprisingly made of leather instead of the cool metal I was expecting. However, he gripped my hand tighter as the cuff closed in around it. He did the same with my other wrist, with me struggling the whole time of course.

With my hands both in the cuffs above my head, I couldn't do much else. Although, I tried. My attempts were futile though; with my arms hanging the way they were, I could barely move since I had to stand practically on tiptoe just to make sure that my arms weren't painfully stretched. As it was now, the position I was in was more annoying and uncomfortable than painful. Along with that, he was also behind me now; how he had managed to do that without me noticing I don't know.

I jerked slightly when I felt him trail his finger lightly up my arm to rest on the cuff that held my right wrist. The fact that he was leaning up against my back was making me extremely uncomfortable as well, but I wasn't about to let him know that. He was practically leaning on me, "Get off me!" I ordered as I jerked backwards, attempting to knock him away from me, but all that did was make him move closer so that he was practically lying on top of me; at least the top half of him was. Though, the lower half of his body matched up perfectly with my ass and I could feel how excited he was about all of this. While I wasn't as disgusted as I was before in regards to what he was being aroused by, it was still gross.

"Get off of me, you perverted asshole." I spat, trying to turn around to glare at him, but my attempts were futile; I could barely move by neck more than an inch.

"Aw… am I'm making you uncomfortable?" he whispered, his mouth mere inches from my ear. "You have no reason to be uncomfortable; at least not yet… but, believe me, you will… very soon." he traced his finger back down my arm to rest on the back of my neck and even if it was in a very non-threatening position, I didn't like it all that much, "I meant to take this off before I chained you up… if I hadn't had such a hard time getting you to cooperate, I probably would have remembered."

I snorted, "So of course, it's naturally my fault."

He didn't reply; not that I was really surprised or anything. There was such a long pause in which he didn't say or do anything; it was so long that I finally had to open my mouth again to get some answers, "What are –" my question ended in a scream of surprise when he suddenly ripped the back of the shirt from the top to the bottom in one fluid movement.

"It's time for your punishment, Jessica," he said simply, "Or, at least… some of it. You've been such a bad girl that I don't think your body can handle the entire thing at once."

I felt his presence leave mine suddenly; his footsteps were soft as he crossed the room and I jumped at the sudden grinding noise that filled the room. I jerked behind me; the one completely clear wall was not clear at all. It contained a secret door that opened up to reveal all sorts of torture devices that I couldn't even beginning to describe since I had no idea what they were. What I did recognize were the wide variety of whips that were contained in the relatively large space. Holy crap, I didn't even know there were that many types of whips. I watched, completely disgusted, as he fingered several of them lovingly before finally picking out one of the ones that look far less dangerous; his choice surprised me, but I wasn't about to complain.

He pulled the instrument from the wall before turning to face me once more. He chuckled slightly, "You might think that this looks harmless enough, sweetheart, but believe me, it will cause you a lot of pain for a very long time." he said, flicking his wrist slightly and I winced at the loud crack the resounded throughout the basement. "It will not; however, permanently damage you."

He stalked towards me again, snapping the whip as he went; the sound it made caused me to wince every time, "Would you please stop that?"

"Aw… are you scared, sweetheart?" he asked, "Don't worry… I won't hit you too hard."

I snorted, "I'm not scared of you, you fu- asshole." I spat, stopping myself before I spoke the word that he apparently had a very big issue with.

He smiled, "Nice save, sweetheart, but that's not going to save you. Not at all."

I glared at him as he took the last few steps towards me; he paused only a few feet from me, but I knew that he was close enough to reach me with that stupid whip since the dumb thing was at least ten feet long.

"I'm going to start off by giving you twenty-three lashes. One for each time you uttered that filthy word. Then, depending on how much pain you're in and my mood, I might give you some more or move on to something else or if you're really lucky, we might stop altogether." he smirked, "You will count each and every lash I give you, Jessica and if you miss even one little number, we will start over from the beginning. I do not want to hear a single sound from you except the number of the lash we are on; if I hear so much as a sigh, I will add five more lashes. If you speak anything other than the given number, I will add on a lash for each word spoken. Understand?" he growled, yanking me back by my hair when I didn't reply fast enough for him.

"Yes, sir," I spat, only adding the last part when he yanked harder on my hair.

"Good." I didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking, "Are you ready?"

"Not really, but I don't really think whether I'm truly ready is important to you."

"That's an added fifteen lashes for talking, Jessica. I told you no talking. "The question was rhetorical, someone as smart as you should have known that. Your total count is now thirty eight."

I glared at him. He was testing me, I knew he was, but I had just fallen for his bait once and I wasn't about to do it again so I stayed silent. Choosing to glare at the wall since his hand on my hair prevented me from directing the look at him.

"Your silence is most refreshing," he said. "I was starting to wonder if you were even capable of being quiet for longer than five minutes."

I jerked my head around to send him the glare that the wall had been receiving; wishing that I could do more, but I wasn't about to talk and get more lashes from the bastard; thirty-eight was more than enough.

He smirked at my glare, but didn't comment on it which was a surprise. I had expected him to make some smart ass remark. A few seconds later, he obviously got tired of looking at my glaring face since he grabbed my head and forced my head to face the wall again, "You will keep your eyes on the wall at all times. If you look back at me, even for a second, I will add on to your count."

He was baiting me again, but I wasn't stupid.

However, after a few seconds he yanked on my hair, "I'm adding on to your count for not answering me, Jessica. You now have forty lashes to endure."

What the hell? He told me not to talk until this little deed was done.

"Of course I told you not to talk, but I haven't started your punishment yet, have I?" I didn't have to look at him to know that he was smirking at his cleverness.

You bastard!" I spat, angry that he was able to twist his words to his advantage.

"That's forty-two now; are you quite done now, Jessica? I have things to do and I can't spend all my time down here punishing you even if I am enjoying myself quite a bit."

I tried not to vomit at his words; gulping down the acrid taste of bile as it began to rise from my stomach. I was already very aware of how much he was enjoying this. Disgusting perverted asshole.

"Are you ready to begin?" he asked.

"No, but the sooner we start, the sooner we finish and the sooner I can be away from you."

He chuckled, but didn't reprimand me as I had expected him to do, "Good."

I felt his presence leave mine, but before I could question it, he was back and a few seconds later my world went dark as I was blindfolded once again, at least it was only a piece of cloth covering my eyes and not my entire head like that uncomfortable hood had been doing earlier. Plus, it felt better on my skin, I could only assume that it was made out of a fine material like silk; which was odd since I didn't think he would allow such a nice piece of cloth to touch me since I was nothing but a worthless human pet to him, but I wasn't about to complain.

I realized quickly his reasoning for blindfolding me. Without the ability to see I had to rely heavily on my other senses, namely my ears to figure out what was going on, which was quite difficult since I wasn't accustomed to relying solely on my ears without having the use of my eyes.

"Just because I've blindfolded you, doesn't mean you are allowed to move your head in any direction; if it moves so much as an inch on either side, I will add to your initial number of lashes. I'd be more than happy to add to your forty-two official count, but I know you'd rather me not."

I inwardly shivered at the underlying threat in his voice, but I didn't let it show. I didn't even reply to the bastard since I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of it. I was a bit surprised when he didn't add onto the count when I didn't verbally reply. Though, I knew why a minute later when I felt something whiz past my head and I jumped when it made a loud cracking noise as it hit the wall, mere inches from my face. I didn't need to see to know that he had flung that stupid thing; whether he had missed me on purpose, I didn't know.

"Oops." the sarcastic tone in his voice was proof enough that it had very well been on purpose.

I opened my mouth to yell at him for being such a jerk, but thought better of it and shut it again… deciding that now would not be the best time to yell at him since he could probably cause a whole hell of a lot of pain to me right now.

"Ah… smart girl; maybe you're not as dumb as I thought you were…" he muttered inches from my ear.

He was goading me again, but I wouldn't fall for it. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Can we please get this over with?" I asked before I could really stop myself.

"That's forty-nine… why don't we just go ahead and round it up to an even fifty, hmm?"

Damnit. I should have known that opening my mouth and saying anything was a bad idea.

He chuckled, obviously amused by my angry thoughts that I was thinking rather loudly so I could be sure that he could hear them. These thoughts included all sorts of horrible names that I so desperately wanted to shout at him, but I wasn't about to do that and get more lashes from the sadistic asshole.

My thinking tirade was suddenly cut short when blinding pain shot up from my lower back and I realized that he had begun this punishment with not much of a warning. Not that I was surprised.

"Ow!" I shouted, both out of shock and pain. "What the –"

My words ended in a gasp as he yanked hard on my hair and pulled my head back, "Have you already forgotten the rules to this little punishment session, Jessica?" he growled.

Through the blinding hot pain, I could feel liquid running down my back and knew immediately that the first blow had been powerful enough to break skin.

"One," I managed to croak out through the haze of pain.

I screeched in surprise when he yanked my hair again and I feared that he was going to pull a huge chunk out, if he hadn't already, that is.

"You are not stupid, Jessica. What did I tell you to call me?"

I wasn't about to say that word out loud. Fuck the consequences. That word was never going to leave my lips.

He grew impatient with my silence; if his growl of frustration was any indication.

He suddenly let go of my hair and his presence was gone and I was left standing there wondering where the hell he had gone off to. I didn't have to wonder long for he returned a few seconds later.

"Either you do what I say, Jessica, or things or going to get a whole lot more painful for you." he threatened in a voice so cold that I shivered slightly.

I stayed silent.

He growled out his frustration, "I was really hoping I wouldn't have to do this, Jessica. Especially, not so soon, but you really don't give me much of a choice."

Of course, naturally… this was all my fault.

I had barely a second to wonder what he had planned before he acted. I gasped and held in a shocked scream as I felt something very sharp glide across the skin of my lower back; following the same path that the whip had taken since it hurt so much more than it would if it were just tracing over unblemished skin.

"My whip will not permanently damage you, Jessica, but I make no promises with this knife," he whispered, resting the object lightly on my shoulder which I knew was only to showcase the fact that he had it and planned to use it, "I can carve all sorts of things on your back and let them heal naturally without my help and they will leave scars. Do you want such imperfections to mare your pretty skin over something so trivial as my proper title?" he asked, tracing the knife tip from my neck down to just where the back and butt bones met. It was so light that it tickled a bit.

I stayed silent again.

He sighed, "Then I guess you give me little choice…" he trailed off, "I hope you realize, Jessica that this does not erase the whipping. I will continued with your regularly scheduled punishment once I've gotten you to obey this very simple command," he explain, "Is it so very hard for you to follow such a simple order?" he asked, "you're not doing yourself any favors by not obeying… just causing yourself more pain; pain that could easily be avoided if you just did what I wanted."

The knife dug a little deeper, pushing aside skin and nearly touching bone.

I winced at the sharp shot of pain the action brought, but my face was turned away from him so he didn't see it. Thankfully.

He cursed in that strange language of his before he dragged the knife down my back again, tracing the same path as he had the first time. "I will keep doing this, Jessica, until you give in." he explained, "You have a rather high tolerance for pain… but I wonder how long you'll last? Hmm? I bet you've never tested yourself… to see how far you could go before you pass out. Let's find out, shall we?"

He didn't wait for a reply before he dragged the knife down my back once again. Unlike the first two times, this one actually broke skin that the whip hadn't touched yet. I nearly lost it when he dragged his fingers along the same path; not only was it uncomfortable, it also hurt like hell and my entire back stung painfully from the pain of it; the wound was throbbing painfully.

"Now, I've most likely have already given you at least two scars to remember this little session. Would you like me to give you more or are you going to cooperate and refer to me as you are supposed to?"

I remained quiet again.

And, he muttered angrily in that strange language again.

I jumped at the sudden feel of cool metal against my skin; it was not enough to break it which surprised me. I had expected him to scratch my back up some more in his anger, but he simply traced the tip of the knife down the unmarked skin of my back.

"Why must you be so difficult, hmm?"

"I believe you've already asked me that, moron" I spat, "and you know the answer… and it hasn't changed."

He sighed, but made no verbal comment.

I yelped more out of surprise than pain when the knife was drawn down my skin once again. I winced at the pain that shot up my back; it didn't hurt as much as the first two times since I had somewhat gotten used to it, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt at all. His hands fisted in my hair and he yanked hard, so hard that my back was painfully arched and my hands burned from the added strain.

"If you weren't so stubborn, Jessica, I wouldn't have to resort to such painful means to get you to cooperate. As it stands, the cutting seems to be getting us nowhere, so I will hold you in this position until you do what I want; namely, refer to me by my proper title." He explained, "I'm going to enjoy discovering how long you'll last. Though, you should be warned, sweetheart, the longer you stay in this position... the bigger your chance of permanently damaging your body; specifically, your back and neck."

I gulped slightly, not liking the sound of that, but I wasn't about to give in to him. Well, that was what my plan was until he pulled hard on my hair and it really felt like my arms were going to come right out of their sockets simply from all the abuse.

I gritted my teeth; partly due to the pain and partly due to the fact that I was a bit pissed about what I was going to do next which was give into the bastard. The pain now shooting down my arms was unbearable at this point… even if I had a high tolerance for pain, it still hurt.

"Fine," I gritted out, "You win!"

He let up slightly on my hair, but it didn't do all that much to alleviate the pain.

"Win what?" he asked.

I would have glared at him, had my eyes not been blindfolded, "You know what!" I snapped.

He chuckled, "No… I don't think I do. Why don't you explain?" he asked.

I growled in annoyance, wanting to call him all sorts of names, but I knew that would get me nowhere.

"Master." I spat the word out like it was something foul; just saying it left a bad taste in my mouth.

He let go of my hair; the action was so fast that my head jerk slightly, but I was glad to not have my arms stretched so far to care.

"Hmm… how surprising," he remarked as both his hands came to rest lightly on my shoulders, "I wasn't expecting you to use that term. At least not this soon. I thought it would take at least a month to get it out of you." he sounded so pleased with himself.

It took a few seconds for me to realize what the hell he was talking about.

There were two words I could have used to address him and in my desperate and painful state, I had chosen the one that I vowed never to call him. I had just submitted myself to the bastard by spouting that word; I had just admitted that I was below him since only those who are truly below others use words like that. A simply "Sir" was a term of respect, but the word "Master" was used by those to address those that were better than them.


"Oh, don't fret dear little Jessica…" he began, his voice slightly hoarse, "I'm quite pleased by this new development. It means that even if you are consciously not accepting of this situation…your subconscious is at least. And, it's only a matter of time before you consciously start accepting your new reality," he said "However, I do think such unexpected form of respect deserves a reward, don't you?"

"As long as this reward is not an excuse for you to just add on to my lash count…" I trailed off at the sound of his chuckling.

"For being such a good girl and referring to me in a manner that I wasn't expecting for several more weeks deserves less pain, Jessica, not more."

"Well, then… I guess you're not a complete psycho then, are you?"

He snorted, "Hardly. However, if you want more lashes, I will gladly give them to you… I don't mind."


"Didn't think so," he said, pausing for a moment before continuing, "I think you deserve to have some of your lashes taken away. Hmm… I think five will suffice."

Not much of a difference, but I wasn't about to argue. I was surprised though… to be honest; I would have been surprised had he taken off more than that.

"Your official count is now forty-five; the first one doesn't count since you didn't do what I wanted in a timely manner. You had to waste all this time being stubborn."

Of course, it was all my fault… what else was new?

"So, we will start this punishment session over again, are you ready this time, dear Jessica?" he asked, "And you better refer to me by my proper title and I mean "Master"; if you use any other term, I will add on to your count. The rules that I stated earlier still apply as well. I hope you can remember them because I am not repeating myself." He explained, as his hands finally lifted from my shoulders, "Understand?"

"Yes… sir." I spat, not wanting to say the other word, even if would cause more lashes to be added.

He sighed, "Well, it looks like we're back to fifty again, Jessica."

So much for him lessening the count and not being a complete psycho. I don't care what he says; he really is a psychotic son of a bitch that needed some serious help.

The white hot pain that suddenly radiated from my back knocked me from my ramblings. It was somewhat of a surprise since I had expected him to ask if I was ready before he started.

"One," I counted, adding the "sir" on a bit late.

He growled, "you're now at fifty-five" he said before letting the whip fly again, this time it hit closer to my head than the first one.

It wasn't until the fifth lash that I started referring to him as Master, mostly because I was sick of him adding five lashes every time I didn't. Asshole.

Seventy-five whip lashes was more than enough for me.

The blood was running freely down my back by the time he was done. I don't even know how much time had passed since I was barely conscious by the time he was done. My tolerance for the pain had worn off somewhere around lash thirty or so and after that I had felt every painful lash as it came into contact with some part of my backside. I could only imagine that the area between my ass and neck was nothing but bloodied, broken skin, sure as hell felt like he has whipped all the skin off.

There was a loud smack as the whip was unceremoniously dropped to the floor, close to my feet. It wasn't enough to hit me, but it was close enough that I felt the wind it created when it whizzed past my legs.

The blindfold was suddenly ripped from my head and I blinked as my eyes were momentarily blinded; the lighting down here was dim, but compared to the darkness under the blindfold it was ridiculously bright.

As my eyes adjusted to the lightening; I didn't even hear him behind me and I was wondering if he had left me dangling here when his hands came out of nowhere. While the right one grabbed hold of my nose and pinched my nostrils together, the other came to rest at my mouth and I immediately knew what he was doing.

The sticky, metallic smell of his blood was strong since I was mere inches from it.

I wasn't about to go through this again.

No way in hell.

But, the fact that he had my nose pinched tightly closed and I couldn't get him to dislodge his hand enough so I could get any air meant that I had little choice but to open my mouth to breath and when I did, his blood was in my mouth. Sweet and heavy. I fought him, but it was only halfhearted really and after the blood touched my tongue, I stopped struggling altogether. I was completely disgusted with my actions, but I just couldn't seem to help myself. It was like I had no control over my body; I tried pulling away from his arm, but that seemed to only bring his arm closer to me.

He groaned, a low throaty sound that made me shiver.

"Just a bit more, Jessica…" he whispered, his right hand had let go of my nose and had come to rest on my head, pushing me closer to his arm, but when he realized I wasn't trying to get away, he relented slightly, but still kept a firm grip on my head.

After a few more seconds, he growled, "That's enough" before ripping his arm away from my mouth.

I was completely disgusted at my moan of disappointment at the sudden movement. I was even more disgusted when my face jerked forward, in an attempt to latch onto his arm which was swiftly moving out of my reach.

I knew why he had given me the blood. Its purpose was to heal the wounds on my back and it did so, quite well. He traced his fingers slowly down my back which was enough proof that the skin had healed since there was no pain.

"I'm only healing you, Jessica, because I want you to be prepared to take more and you can't do so with your back in such a state. I do hope you can take more though… because this is only the first round. Round two will begin soon, once I've had a chance to eat. Seeing all that blood is just making me hungry and if I don't eat soon, I might just cave and you might be my next meal."

I jumped when I felt his fingers trace up my arms and his fangs graze my exposed throat.

"Hmm… you do smell lovely though." He inhaled loudly, "I bet you taste sweeter than you smell. I so wish I could taste you, but I'm afraid that once I do, I won't want to stop. And, it's just too early to kill you now."

I held my breath as his face stayed buried in the crook of my neck for several more seconds before he moved it upwards, grazing my neck again with his fangs as he went.

I shivered, "I'll be back soon," he whispered against my ear, "Don't go anywhere."

He traced his hand upwards to grasp onto my wrists, both of which were still shackled in the cuffs.

"Oh… silly me. I forgot that you can't," he pulled slightly on my shackled wrists, as if to make sure that they were both secured. "I think these should hold you until I return, but if you get out before I get back… there will be hell to pay, understood?" the last words were growled out and his hands tightened painfully on mine

"Yes," I spat.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir."

That wasn't the answer he was looking for since he gripped my hands tighter, "That is not what I want you to say, Jessica… and you know it. Now, be a good girl and do what I want or when I get back I'll have to drill that lesson into you once again."

After a few seconds, I swallowed my pride and gave in, "Yes, Master."

"Good girl." he praised, patting me on the head like I was a dog.

I jerked my head away from his touch, completely disgusted to discover that I liked it, just like I liked drinking his blood… I liked being treated like a common animal. What the hell was wrong with me?

I heard his dark chuckle in my ear before he let go of me and stepped away from me; I heard his footsteps as he crossed the room, heading towards the stairs. I wasn't about to let him go without having the last word.

"I hope whoever or whatever you eat has some kind of disease that will kill you."

He snorted, "That's not possible, sweetheart. I'm immune to every disease known to mankind. However, if it was possible, I would be sure to come back and pass it on to you. It would be quite entertaining to watch you suffer so and beg for some form of relief that would take away the pain that would come with the kind of diseases I would like to put in you."

"You are a sick son of a bitch." I spat, "I hope you get run over by a car!" I continued, "And you better hope I never get a fair shot at you… because if I do, I will kill your sorry psychotic ass!"

He snorted, "Believe me… that will never happen, sweetheart. You have gained the upper hand on me once, but I know your moves now and you will never be given that chance again."

"We'll see about that you bloodsucking bastard." I spat.

"Yes, we shall…" he trailed off and if didn't like the way he said that. I think I had just given the jerk an idea which was very bad since the last time I had given him an idea it had ended badly for me.

He didn't elaborate on his comment, he just turned on his heal and continued towards the stairs, I was too pissed at myself to yell anything else at him. The room was plunged into sudden darkness when he turned the lights off and then I heard his shoes on the stairs as he ascended them. The basement door opened and slammed shut as I was left alone once again.

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