PART 1: MICHEAL RICHARDS ~enslaved~
When I open my eyes, I look at the spacious bedroom. The high ceiling above me felt very distant. It must be my head. I still feel very dizzy. I think I lost some blood (but couldn't find any trace of it on the bed) and went through a shock of my life. Only before yesterday, I thought that I had lived in a normal world. But he came along and changed everything I thought I knew. My ass hurts as hell. When I wanted to move, my whole body shake and I feel completely powerless. Last night, I was raped... and almost killed... by a vampire.
It was the night of the wedding. I was completely underwhelmed and deeply depressed. I took shot by shot of liquor at the bar. Thankfully, it was free of charge since it was 'on the house' by the groom, Andrew Richards, my step brother. He was my best friend. He was also... my lover.
I told him, a tall blond guy with pale blue eyes, that I wanted out since he is married now. But he told me, "No, Mike. Nothing changes between us. I still love you. You know that, right?"
You love me and you still married someone else. All I could think of at that moment was how selfish and greedy he is. So I told him a lie. A lie that could release me from his grasp. A lie that I hoped will hurt him because he had totally broke my heart. "I know. But I don't love you. I never did," I said. And I walk away calmly as if my words were real but as soon as I had my back on him, I thought of the good times we had together and of how much I would've wanted it to last and felt cold tears streaming down from my eyes. He will not see this, I thought. I won't let him.
Andrew left the bar. And here I was drinking to my wasted youth. That was when I met him, the vampire. I had no idea who he was at the time nor that I had any clue as to what he intended to do to me. He had deep piercing green eyes with luscious red hair. He had the kind of look that would not go unnoticed. Even his manner spelled out 'mysterious guy'... He sat next to me, drinking to what I drink. Each time when I had the shot, he would also had his shot. Like a copycat. But he did not say a word. It was like we were drinking together but we did not talked to each other. It irritated me. So, I spilled out what I was thinking at the time. "If you're trying to hit on me, it's totally not working," I said.
He only chuckled. His chuckle sounded cool. Not a nervous one. A steady one, like he had me caught in his cobweb. He then looked at me, with an amused smile pursed on his lips. I was captivated by his eyes. They are really beautiful. And the way he looked at me. It just made me blushed. "Oh, but I think it did," He said. What a deep voice he had. It pierced my soul, his voice. And there... I really did fall into his trap.
His facial features distorted. His eyes changed from the normal human shape to a vertical split, like a carnivorous animal founding it's prey. Sharp razor teeth silently came out from under his upper lips, glistening to the moon light. I'm gonna die, that was all I thought of.
"Now if you want to die painlessly, abide my orders." He said, with his usual voice but sounded real evil, this time. I don't know what to say so I said nothing. My feet were shaking and I could feel sweats forming all over my body. Fear consumed me. "Take off your clothes," he ordered. I knew those words, I understand English. But I could not move. I was petrified. He raised up his right hand and slapped me hard on my face and I fell down to the ground. I heard myself screamed in pain. And I can taste blood in my mouth. My lips bled. He then picked me up from the floor and threw me on the bed. "Insolent child!" He cursed.
What was he saying? I did not think that I was being rude or anything. I didn't say anything. He came on top of me and about to slap me again when I had the courage to speak. "I.. I'm sorry!" I said, almost sounded like a scream. "I'll do it," I said, reassuring him. "I'll do anything you want," I promised.
He only smiled and his face turn back to his human form. I did not want to further anger him. So, I quickly unbuttoned my shirt. I then took it off and he took it from my hands and thew it to the floor. "All of it," he ordered again. I then unzipped my trousers and let it loose. My underwear was the last to go. Now, I'm butt-naked on the bed. It's not something out of the ordinary for me, though. Being on the bed, naked, with a guy. I'm gay, anyway.
He then turn me around and pin me down to the bed, face-down. "Urgh..." I let out a cry because he was hurting me. "Are you going to kill me?," I managed to ask.
"Yes." He simply answered. And he thrust in me. I screamed. He thrust again and again until I stopped screaming and had to bear the pain. He was like a savage beast. He then scratch my back with his sharp nails. I screamed in pain. It was really painful. I felt blood coming out from the open wound. I never experienced this before. He's a sadist. He then licked my back. It felt as if my back was burning. I could only whimpered. This is torture, I thought. I did not know for how long he had thrust me. But it finally stopped when white liquid spurt out from his loins inside of me. He then said something to me which I couldn't make out since I felt my world went black. I fainted.
So now here I am on this bed, sunlight shines from the window into the room, and him! I only realize it now. He was there in the room all along since I woke up. He was sitting at his study table near the window. He then looked at me when he realize I was looking at him. He smiles. It is the same amused smile he had at the bar last night. I lost for words. What will become of me?