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It wasn't always like this. Ickes used to be decent. Vampires got alone with humans, we lived in peace, in harmony. I had a family. A mom who would laugh, a father who was proud and protective of us, a brother who couldn't stop playing pranks on us, and an older sister with a German Shepard. A perfect family, we played, laughed, and sang everyday. A perfect life any three-year-old can have. Until the rebellion. The people at church thought the town was tainted because the relationship we shared with the undead. That we shouldn't let the vampire take our blood, and should control their lives. When my parents found out, they ran to the vampires and told them everything. They rebelled against the church, and it got them killed. The church had come and set fire to the house. Only me, my brother and sister were able to get away. My parents died in the fire.

After that, we stayed with the vampires. They were our second family, caring for us. But one day, my sister and brother and I went out for a walk, and the church people came and took them. I was five. My brother was twelve and my sister was nine. They tried to take me, but I ran away, momentarily forgetting my family, seeing them being taken and nothing to do about it. We searched for months till they weren't found and were pronounced dead. I knew they were alive, and for that, I was labeled crazy by everyone at school. When I finally turned nine the vampires put me in an orphanage, saying I should be with my own kind, and that they would come for me when the time felt right. When I was twelve, I was walking home and I was beaten by vampire gang. The vampire family I had stayed with were coming out of a restaurant when they heard screaming. They saved me from death. But I never saw them again.

My best joy was when I was thirteen and Anna came. A little baby, her family was killed by vampires and she was left alive. I took care of her, fed her the formula, and rocked her when she would cry. I was the mother she didn't have anymore. She even called me mom, even after I told her about her real family. We were stuck together like glue, until today. I had never spent more than a couple of hours away from her, now it might even be years before I see her. I walked down the stage, the chains tight around my wrists and ankles. I stopped at the end, feeling my heart pump faster than ever. Vampires crowded the room, some laughing and pointing at each of girls who stood on the stage with me. I didn't blame them though, each girl was exposed, wearing some sort of lingerie. We were products to be sold as slaves. I hated the bustier and the garter I was put into. It was covered in ivory lace and adorned with light blue trim with a complete blue garter. All their eyes roamed over me, I felt sick.

One by one, we were sold. When I was up next, I would be sold. I looked down at my adopted daughter. For five wonderful years, she called me mommy, and now, I would be gone forever. Her dark brown hair clung to her face.

"Mommy, what's going to happen?"

"Everything will be all right," I whispered back.

She stared up at me, her bright blue eyes filled with fear and tears. I looked away from her, looked towards the crowd, and stepped forward, hearing them introduce me.

"Okay, next we have Eve. Her smooth porcelain skin blends with any vampire's, she has hazel eyes, and has wonderful blonde ringlets. She is eighteen, one inch over five feet in height, weighing only one hundred pounds. This girl is clean, never been touched, so rare. Let's start the bidding at seven thousand dollars."

Hands were flying, screaming out numbers. They began bidding higher and higher. Someone in the back raised their hand and said clearly,

"Two million dollars."

"Sold! For two million dollars to dark haired gentleman!"

The lights dimmed and someone grabbed me from behind. I looked up and saw the auditor who was smiling a big, yellow toothed smile. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me through the crowd of vampires with Anna running at me for dear life. He pushed opened the door, the cold air of Ickes making me shiver. I noticed a limousine waiting for me. A tall vampire stepped stepped out. He was dressed in a professional suit with black slacks a black shirt and tie with a vest and he looked to be in his twenties. The man pushed me forward, making me land on my knees with Anna crying. The auditor from inside stepped forward and yanked her roughly, making her cry out,

"Mommy!"

I began to reach for her when the man pulled her towards the building kicking and screaming for me. The man came back a few minutes later, a smile on his face.

"Are you sure you want this one?" He asked, rubbing his dirty hands together.

"Yes. Why do you ask?" The man asked, with a serious face.

"Kid comes with a lot of baggage."

"I'm sure I can handle it."

We walked to the car, where I was given a black coat to put on over the ridiculous white lace I was forced into. It wasn't much, but it was enough to keep me warm.

"You'll make a great birthday present for my son," he smiled at me.

"Well, I might feel more comfortable if you tell me your name," I mumbled, though I wasn't one for being rude.

"Gregory."

I nodded and leaned my head against the window and sighed, getting prepared for the three-hour ride. I got lost in my train of thought, trying to wonder what my future held. Soon, I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of the car jerking. We pulled up into the driveway of a large, elegant white mansion. The long brick and iron fence protected the fountain in the middle of a roundabout drive way. A man came to open the door and I stepped out, ready to face my life-long doom. Amazing. It's the only word I can come up with when we walk through the front door. There was two sets of massive staircases, and the mansion was flooded with maids, and vampires.

"Okay, go wait in the living room. I'll go call in the family," Gregory instructed.

I walked into the living, watching all the vampires stop their conversations and look over at me. The funny thing is, while none of are related, they had the same look on their faces, a sneer and a glare. I looked around the room, my eyes falling on the couch. But instead, I turned around and saw a vampire standing in front of me.

"Well, what do we have here?" He had a smile that chilled me to the bone.

"What's your name, human?" Another growled behind, in a way that made me want to scream and run to safety.

"Leave the girl alone Willis and Martin." Gregory said.

The man, Willis, smiled flashing his fangs before walking over to the couch. I looked at Gregory, who standing next to a tall slim woman with brown hair and green eyes. Next to her stood two kids, no more than five and nine. It was two little girls, and both had the woman's green eyes and Gregory's blond hair. They reminded me of me and my sister. Next to them was a guy, who looked bored to death. He had brown hair with dark teal eyes. It hit me all of a sudden. These were the vampires my parents went to after they found out what the church was planning.

"Christian, meet your new birthday present, Eve." Gregory said, with a smile.

"A girl?" He asked, disgusted.

"Not a girl, a slave," Gregory corrected.

"Thanks, Dad," he thanked, sarcastically.

My hand went to the collar around my neck. On it was a heart locket and inside was a picture of my family and another one of Anna. It was all I had left.

"Slaves do not have jewelry." Willis spat. He stuck his hand out and said, "Hand it over."

"No." I whispered, shakily.

"What did you say?" He growled at me.

"I said no. Get your ears fixed."

With vampire speed, he ripped the lock out of my hands and yanked onto the chain. The chain bit into my skin. I felt the blood ooze down my neck. Touching my neck, I looked at the blood, going light-headed. I looked up and saw every vampire frozen, as well as the maids who looked horrified. The beautiful vampire standing next to Gregory walk forward slowly, gently grabbing my hands that were streaked with blood. We walked up the elegant stairs, while I tried to calm my rapid breathing and beating heart. She walked into the bathroom and gave me a rag, instructing me to sit down and place it on my neck.

"I am terribly sorry about Willis. He's not very fond of any humans," the woman sighed. "My name is Carole, I'm Gregory's wife. You've already met Christian. Don't worry darling, he'll get use to you. He's just shocked. What's your name?"

"My name's Eve."

"Beautiful name. A good friend of mine had a daughter name Eve. She had two other children. I still miss them terribly." She said, with a sad smile.

"What happened?" I asked even though I already knew.

"Well, the church wanted to rule the vampires, and she and her husband warned us. And for betraying the humans, it cost them and their youngest child their lives. Well, you best be off to bed. You have to work for Christian and he is a handful." She laughed, tapping my knee.

She walked me to the my new room, which happened to be Christian's. I carried the bag where I had packed everything I owned. I pulled the stuffed teddy bear my parents had given me when I turned three. I stared in awe at the grey walls with white trim, the marvelous crystal chandelier, the massive wall mirrors, the intricate glass sculptures, and the warm black carpet on the ground. I pulled the bed out of the couch and fixed the grey blankets. Laying down under the covers, falling asleep just as my head hit the pillow, I began drifting into a deep sleep. I woke up to sound of someone entering the room. Glancing over at the door, I depicted the outline of a teenage boy, Christian. I turned around and just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt someone climb on me. I opened my mouth and felt a cold hand cover it.

"I need to feed. Just calm down. It'll be over before you know it."

"Please, don't. It can't happen again."

I started crying as he moved towards my neck. He sighed, and I felt his weight lift from me. I curled into myself, crying and gasping. Grabbing my teddy bear and closing my eyes,I began missing my parents terribly. I woke up to find the sun setting. I didn't realize how much sleep my body needed. Sitting up on the couch bed, my eyes swept across the room again. The couches were a cream color and spread out along the thick carpet. There was a low table in the middle and a huge, roaring, dark brick fireplace with a flat screen over it. I walked around the room, unsure of what to do. One of the doors opened and Christian stepped out. In a towel that hung dangerously low on hips.

"What are you staring at?" he snapped as I looked up at him, eyes wide.

"Nothing." I answered quickly.

"Listen, you're a blood donor and a slave. It means I drink from you and I control you. So cut the fake pity act and do what you're supposed to do," he said, icily.

I nodded and walked back to the couch, picking up the bed sheets and putting away the bed.

"I'd just like to know, what's so special about this? Tell me, and I might give it to you at the end of the day, depending if you do everything correctly." Christian spoke.

I turned around and looked up, my locket dangling loosely by his fingers. He had a sly smile on his lips. I wanted to lunge at him to grab the silver charm, but I knew better than to charge at a vampire.

"Because my parents gave it to me." I mumbled.

"So? You're gonna have to do better than that." He said, a smirk on his face.

"Because they abandoned me when I was three, and its the only thing I have left of them." I lied.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know," he whispered.

"I have to use the bathroom." I said, looking for an excuse to leave.

"Wait," he walked over to a closet and pulled out some clothes. "Your new clothes."

Walked into the bathroom and closing the white door, I seen for the first time the green-blue walls, with tan colored rugs covering white tile, a massive bath was in the right corner, and to my left was the shower. I reach in the glass door, turning the silver handles, starting the shower. After removing my clothes, I got into the shower, letting the hot water ease my tense muscles. I washed myself, glad to finally take a real shower. I got out ten minutes later, feel fresh and scared as ever. I changed in a pair of black leggings, a denim mini skirt, and a grey corset top. Why this?

I walked out and went over to the couch when Christian ran at me, throwing me against the grey wall. His strong hand grabbed my head, pulling it to the side, and bit down hard. I screamed out, feeling hot tears go down my face. The pain gave away to the pure bliss of venom entering my veins. The tears seized to run along my cheeks, and Christian pulled away.

"Why?" I asked, weakly.

"I had to mark you. Let everyone know you're my slave. And trust me, when I bite you, you'll know it."

"How?" I asked, confused.

"Cause you'll become addicted," he whispered, bringing his face close to mine.

"No I won't," I said, mustering up as much confidence as I could.

"We'll see."

He walked away, leaving me stunned.

"Get me a cup of blood." He ordered, walking into the upstairs living room and talking to someone.

I walked into the kitchen, looking around for anything that resembled blood. There was glass cupboards everywhere, and the massive silver fridge only held milk, water, and alcohol.

"I take it you need a cup of blood for your owner?" Someone asked.

I looked up and saw a girl, no older me. She looked nice enough, her hair was pulled into a messy bun, and she wore a purple shirt and jeans. She had colored hair that was blue, black, neon pink and purple.

"Sandra," she introduced, sticking her hand out.

"Eve." I shook her hand.

"Okay, who's your owner?" She asked, sipping from a glass of water.

"Christian." I replied.

"Has he marked you?" She whispered, urgently.

"Yeah, why?" I asked, slightly panicked.

"Listen, you need to stay away from him. He's not good. He's the worst vampire I have ever met. He's dangerous."

"How is he dangerous?"

"Mya was his slave once. He marked her as his own. Do you know what it means when a vampire marks you?" She asked.

"No." I replied.

"It symbolizes their ownership. When Mya was marked, Chritstian was nice. Then he began making her do unnatural things. He even used her body as a sex toy for his friends. If they payed him, they got her for a few hours. They'd rape, kick, torture, burn her, everything a vampire can do to a human. Then after they got bored with her, they gave her back. She stayed for a few weeks, till one night he went to far and drank her dry," she explained.

"Okay, I really need that cup of blood."

She prepared the cup and I walked out of the kitchen, walking into the living room. Where I stood frozen. They didn't hear me come in, but their heads snapped over to me when they heard the glass shatter against the floor as I drop the cup. They four of them stared at me, like they'd just seen a ghost. It was the vampires who had beaten me. They sat on the brown couches originally watching the huge television.

"We thought you were dead." One of them said, laughing.

Just by pure reaction and hate, I threw the sharp piece of glass at him. It cut into his shoulder, which made him cry out.

"Payback's a bitch ain't it?!" I screamed.

"What the fuck is going on?" Christian yelled.

"Tell him. You guys didn't even get a scratch for what you did! I'm the only one who suffered!" I screamed.

"Again, what is going on?!" Asked Christian screaming.

"Tell them how you got away with nearly murdering me, and how I was only twelve!" I screamed.

All four of them ran at me at the same time. I felt someone run by and grab me around the waist, we crashed into a storage case with a lot of glass, exposing all the beautiful roses behind the now broken glass. I didn't notice it Christian's arm was wrapped around me. He let me go and walked away with all four guys trailing behind him, leaving me stunned. After the incident in the living room, everything returned to normal. The rest of the day, I spent it helping around the kitchen since Christian had dismissed me for the rest of the day. Around ten, I was finally able to go back to the room. Christian was leaning against the window, shirtless. I walked to the couch and sat down.

"Why didn't you me it was you they beat up?" He asked, suddenly.

"Because I don't know anyone here. And I don't trust easily," I mumbled.

"Well, you should've," He said, sounding angry.

"Why?" I asked, whispering.

He appeared next to me, sitting on the couch. "Because I'm your owner and I have to know these things," he said, angrily.

I nodded and we sat in silence for a few minutes before he got up and stood in front of me. He told me to stand up, which I did, watching him cautiously. He grabbed me from behind the head and pulled me towards him, his lips going towards my neck. Before biting my neck, Christian caressed my neck, giving it small kisses. I felt my limbs start to go numb and Christian ended up holding me in place, one hand holding my head, the other around my waist. His touch sent thousands of shivers throughout my body. He pulled away and smirked down at me. He put his lips to my ear and whispered,

"Like I said. Sooner or later, you'll be addicted." He laid me on the couch and left me.

I was in pure bliss. His arms, though looked like they had many murders on them, held a sense of security. I pulled the sheets over me and fell asleep, dreaming of Christian. I woke up with the biggest headache of life. I was so tired I rolled off the couch and landed on the floor with a thump which knocked the wind out of me. I pulled the covers down with me so I closed my eyes, deciding to sleep on the floor. I woke up a few hours later, on something that was extremely soft. The black comforter was silk and the white pillows were satin. Just then, the bathroom door opened and stepped Christian with jeans hanging dangerously low on his hips and no shirt.

"Good morning sweetheart," he greeted.

"Why am I on your bed?" I asked.

"Because I found you asleep on the floor and it did not look comfortable," he answered, walking around the bed and standing next to the side I was laying on.

"This is too much. My head hurts."

"It'll pass," He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

Attempting to stand up with my feet tangled up in the sheets, I ended up falling the floor. I landed with a hard thump. Christian bursted out laughing, bent down and holding his stomach. After a few minutes he stopped laughing and stood up to his full height. Christian was so tall, he looked about four inches over six feet. Then, he leaned down and grabbed my hands, lifting me like if I were as light as a feather.

"You okay?" He asked concerned, gazing down at me with intense eyes.

It was times like these I treasured. When he used his morals. When he wasn't a cold womanizer whose looks and compulsion got him everything.

"Yeah." I whispered softly, looking down.

His finger lightly tipped my chin up. I looked up through my lashes, blushing at the intense unexplained emotion in his eyes.

"You should get dressed. Were going places," And like that, he snapped out of the warm, loving gaze he had, becoming the cold distant guy I had become used to seeing.

He turned around and left, the muscles on his back tense. I changed into a pair of dark denim jeggings, and a grey v-neck. I put my hair in a bobby pin to the side and put on some shoes, walking out of the room. I walked down the stairs, looking for Christian. I felt someone grab me from behind. I was about to scream when he whispered,

"Relax. It's just me."

I turned around and glared up at Christian, who was smirking down at me.

"I just need a little bite."

He moved toward me, making me walk backwards until my back hit the wall. I didn't want him to bite me again. But then Christian had put a hand on either side of my face and bent his head, allowing his fangs to begin biting into my neck. He wrapped a hand around the back of head, keeping it steady while that other rested on my waist. He let go of me and removed his fangs, placing a kiss on my neck before completely moving away.

"Let's go." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and began to walk.

I walked with him, a sort of drunken giggle escaping my lips.

"I should drink from you more often. You need to loosen up." He told me.

I just sighed happily and continued to walk. We walked outside, the sun warming up my skin and making me smile. We got to the garage, and when I saw what were driving in, I freaked.

"Um, did I ever tell you I have a fear of motorcycles?" I asked, laughing nervously.

"Don't worry. I'll keep you safe," he smiled.

Something about his words didn't sound or feel safe. I gave a small nervous laugh and got on, wrapping my arms around his waist. He started the silver, polished motorcycle which made me squeeze with waist harder and squeeze my thighs around him on instinct.

"You continue to squeeze your thighs like that and I'm going to lose control." He told me.

My eyes went wide and my mouth dropped open, "I can't believe you just said that to me." I told him, shocked.

"It's the truth."

Then he revved the engine and headed out of the driveway and onto the road. He drives fast, like really fast. I kept my head ducked and my arms tight around his waist. Anytime I did something, like tighten my arms around his waist, he'd remark with something sexual. We pulled up into the large mall parking lot. I looked at it in awe. The last time I came to the mall I was nine. I looked down at the grey concrete, and followed Christian

.

"You look like you haven't been here in years." Christian said in front of me.

"It's only been seven years. I don't even remember what the inside looks like." I whispered.

"Well, now you can remember." He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the entrance.

It was spectacular. Humans and vampires walked around, side by side. Some vampires walked around with their slaves others walked around with family and friends. I had a distant memory of coming here when my parents were still alive.

"What's wrong?" He asked curiously.

"Nothing."

As we walked I peered up at him. Watching the sun reflect off his teal eyes making them shine. The sun lit up his brown hair, showing his blonde highlights. I hated to admit it, but he looked sexy.

"It's rude to stare at people." He said, a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth.

I looked down, blushing crimson red. For the next couple of hours, we walked around going into many different stores. I was fine with going into the stores until he dragged me into the fitting room. My throat began to choke and my heart felt like exploding, I was sure for a second that he was going to rape me. Instead he began trying on jeans.

"Okay, do these make me look bigger? You know, more appealing?" He asked.

"Are you serious?" I asked, horrified.

"Yes." He said, seriously.

"I really don't want to answer that." I said, nervously.

"Remember, you do what I tell you to do. Now, do these jeans make me look bigger and more appealing?" He asked again.

I can't believe I'm about to say this,"Yes. You're, um, yeah it does look bigger." I said, blushing fifty shades of red.

He walked toward me, pressing his chest against mine.

"Does is look appealing?" He asked, his voice husky.

"Yes." I whispered, as his lips neared dangerously close to mine.

"Good." His cool breath stunned me.

He took off the jeans and put on his regular ones. He put on his shoes and grabbed the jeans, walking out of the fitting rooms and going to the cash register. After he payed for the jeans, we went to a couple more stores before going to the food court. He bought two of the biggest hamburgers I have ever seen and one large soda which he said we were sharing. We walked to one of the blue tables in the middle of the court. He set one of the burgers in front of me and all I did was stare at it, my mouth-watering at the sight of it.

"You look like if this was your first burger ever." He said, halfway done with his.

"You'd be surprised at the amount of food I've never eaten." I told him.

"Did they ever feed you?" He asked, curiously.

"The kids over ten only got a small portion of food a month. Some of us ate, some of us didn't. The kids ten or younger were given a larger portion but they still hardly ever ate. Some died of starvation." I whispered, remembering all the horrible memories of that dreadful place.

"Well, now you get to experience all the food you never ate." He said with a smile but you could tell it was strained and his eyes were tight.

I picked up the hamburger and bit into it. This is the most amazing food I have ever tasted. I savored each bite, practically swallowing the whole thing.

"Slow down there, tiger. You don't want to choke." He said, laughing, looking carefree.

I complied and slowed down a little, still biting into the delicious burger. I finished it a few minutes later, taking a huge slurp from the cup, the whole time Christian stayed staring at me.

"Come on, time to go." He said, standing up.

"Where are we going next?" I asked.

"We are going home. I could use some blood and you need sleep." He told me.

"Okay." I stood, and together we walked out of the mall.

We arrived back at the mansion an hour later. We walked back into the house, the afternoon sun slowly fading into the evening. We walked up to our room and set down the many heavy bags. He walked into his white closet and handed me the lace I had arrived it.

"You're new pajamas until I can find something that'll fit you." He told me.

I walked into the bathroom, deciding to take a shower. A couple of minutes later, I exited, feeling fresh. I changed into the dreaded lace, walked out of the bathroom, and began to walk towards the couch when Christian appeared in front of me, scaring that crap out of me.

"You're sleeping on the bed." He said, "And do bother arguing." He said when he saw me about to protest.

I walked to the bed and climbed in under the covers, all of today's events finally catching to me, making me extremely tired. I could barely keep my eyes open. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt someone climb onto the bed and climb on my stomach. I opened my eyes, coming face to face with Christian.

"I just need to feed." He whispered.

I was too tired to fight, so I just let him. He kissed his way down to my neck, placing soft kisses on my neck. I felt his fangs pierce my throat. His hand came up to my face and the other, which completely took my by surprise at the moment, wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. The venom was so inviting I couldn't help the soft low moan that escaped my lips.

"Don't stop." I whispered.

He continued to drink for few more minutes before retracting his fangs and pulling back, still sitting on my stomach. He leaned down and whispered in my ear,

"Are you addicted?" His cool breath tickling my ear.

"Yes." I whispered, the tiredness finally coming back to me.

He laughed quietly and bent down placing a kiss on my forehead. He got off me and walked out of the room, whispering 'Good night.' as he left. As I lay there, still in my drugged haze, I realized something. I was addicted to his bite. And thanks to answering his question, he knows I'm addicted. I fell asleep thinking about him. I woke up feeling light and full of bliss. I got off the bed and skipped to the bathroom, smiling to myself. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, noticing I looked healthier than I ever did in my entire life. I moved my blonde hair and looked at my neck, dry blood was around the bite which was starting to heal. I giggled at the thought of having another bite, his venom was just so good.

Turning on the shower, I felt the burning water run over my skin. I began thinking about how happy I was, finally at peace. As I stepped out of the shower, I realized something. I brought no clothes with me. I wrapped myself in a black towel and walked out of the bathroom, just as Christian was coming into the room. He took one look at me, his eyes went from bored to mischievous within seconds. He walked toward me, looking stunning as usual, with his jeans were dangerously low on hips his and tight black shirt that strained against his muscles. He walked around me, taking me in. His eyes slowly roamed my body from my head to my feet making me uncomfortable. I tightened my grip on the towel when he continued to walk around me, slowing inching forward.

"You know, your tipping myself control right now." He whispered against my ear. "Here." He passed me one of the shopping bags I didn't realize he was carrying in his hands. I grabbed it and watched as he shot me smirk and turned around to put the rest of the clothes away, closing the door behind him as he left.

I set the bags on the bed and took out its contents. The clothes were okay. I can't say the same for the pajamas that were also in the bag. The pajamas Christian had bought were just to expose me, a metallic grey lace bustier, and lace underwear. I am keeping my innocence until I find the one person I love. I put on a black and blue bra and underwear set which also turned out to be lace. Damn you Christian. I put on a pair of black thigh-hugging jeans, and tight blue shirt with blue converse. I noticed a hairbrush in the bag. Finally! I can now comb my hair. I walked to the mirror in the bathroom and combed my blonde hair, letting it fall in waves and resting on my shoulders. I walked back out and noticed the bags were gone and Christian was on his bed, flipping through television channels, a bored expression on his face.

"Finally. Today is your day off since it's the weekend. So, I have no control over you. For now." He said.

Really? Day off? I smiled widely as a thought entered my head. I could visit Anna. My precious daughter. The one thing that has kept me sane the last couple of days.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You just did. But yes, as long as it isn't a stupid question, you may proceed," he replied, a smile playing on his lips.

"Can I borrow one of your cars?" I asked, hopefully.

"Do you have a license?" He asked me, amused by something.

"Yes." I told him.

I learned to drive when I fifteen. I got a license only because I had to do the shopping and drive around town getting things.

"Then you can drive the Mercedes. Follow me." He stood up and walked over to me, grabbing my hand.

The garage was big enough to fit twenty cars, it's concrete walls and floors cold as ice. But there were only seven cars in it. He grabbed a key from one of the key hangers and gave it to me.

"Which one is the Mercedes?" I asked him, confused.

He laughed a little and pointed to the shiny red Mercedes. I walked forward and opened the door. I sat on the driver's seat and put the key in the ignition. I closed the door and rolled down the windows. Just as I was about to pull out of the garage, Christian was at the window giving me a pair of aviator sunglasses.

"Here. So the sun isn't in your eyes." He explained when he saw my confused expression.

I nodded and backed out of the garage. Within minutes I was sailing down streets, happy to be free, even if was for only today. I cranked up the radio, happy to finally listen to music. I smiled as I drove around town, going to the Auction House. I turned off the radio as I pulled up into the parking lot. I got out, and suddenly shivered, remembering the horrible memories of this place. I walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell. It opened, revealing the 'caretaker' of the girls inside. She really was a bitch.

"Well, if it isn't Eve?" She taunted.

"Hello, you crazy bitch. How's life?" I asked, sweetly.

"You can't talk to me like that! Until you're sold I own you." She growled.

"Didn't anyone tell you?" I asked, in mock surprise.

"Tell me what?" She snapped.

"I've already been sold." I sneered.

I lifted my hair and showed her the place where Christian had marked me. She gasped and then did something that shocked me.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know." She let me in and asked, "Are you here to see someone?"

"Yes. Anna." I told her, coldly.

"Follow me."

She turned around and walked to the second floor. This isn't where Anna's room is. This is the Torture Floor, where you're sent to if you did something bad, and then they beat you. Oh no. I've been sent here multiple times. I still have the scars. She opened the first door on the right and walked away. I stepped in and looked around the room. The color on the walls were chipped and peeling, there was a small table, a chair, a small couch and bed. Where my daughter lay. Crying in her sleep. She had go through so much, and she was only five. I laid down next to her and rolled her onto her back, feeling a choked sob come out of my mouth. She had blood on her forehead, her lip had a cut, her eye was swollen and her breathing was coming out slightly broken, indicating she had a few cracked ribs. I softly shook her. Her eyes snapped open, her blue eyes frantic and wide, looking all around before resting on me. Her blue eyes filled with tears and her small bottom lip began to tremble.

"Mommy?" She asked, sobbing.

"Yes sweetie. It's me." I whispered.





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