'But he that dares not grasp the thorn. Should never crave the rose.' – Anne Bronte
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I listened as dirt crunched beneath boots. Around six men, dressed in dark suites heading towards the grimy building I was trapped in. Watching them through the gap in the wall, it was hard to see their faces.
Anxiety took hold of my chest as I struggled to breath. The humid air mixed with the darkness of the room was causing me to hyperventilate as I began to feel claustrophobic.
I watched as my taunter sauntered to the door to welcome the men. Five men passed him, shaking his hand before entering the room, their dark eyes watching me like I was the helpless animal locked up in the zoo for people to gawk at.
A sixth man makes his way into the room, he seems to be in his late twenties, early thirties as he stops next to Mark's lifeless body. He's nicely toned as his clothes strain against his body. I can tell he is their boss just from the way he conducts himself, whilst everyone else stands to attention, watching him closely as he clicks his tongue, kneeling to assess Mark's body. His brown hair is tamed and combed back, his suite is black, his tie a mustard gold with a silver badge pinned to it, the initials A.R carved into it.
He continues to click his tongue, "Pierce," my attacker steps forward as his boss addresses him, "What did I say about controlling your thirst?"
My attacker who I now know is called Pierce, chuckles like this whole thing is amusing to him, "It was the least he deserved for almost damaging the merchandise." He comments with disgust laced in his tone.
Their bosses grey eyes instantly glance towards me, meeting my frightened gaze. I would have considered him rather handsome if it weren't for him being the reason I was kidnapped. He calls to his men whilst his focus is on me, "Toby. Erin." Two men step forward, hearing their names being called, "Have this mess cleaned up, will you?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, not liking the way he referred to Mark's Body as a 'mess'. It was so degrading and inconsiderate.
The two men, each took hold of opposite ends of Mark's body and took him outside. I presumed they would dispose of his body the same way they treated him...
...like an animal.
Their boss stands up, wiping down his trousers as he stalks towards me. Pierce following close behind as his lips turn up in a snarl. When his boss is just a few feet away from me he says, "This is the one who compelled you?"
I furrow my brows in confusion, Pierce nodding his head as if he was ashamed by it, anger bubbling within him as he watches me. "Her influence was enough for me to let her go." Pierce informs.
What on earth was he talking about?
I didn't make him do anything!
Their boss kneels to the ground, examining me with interest. "Tell me to do something." He demands quietly.
I watch him cautiously, not too sure of what he is asking of me. "I don't understand." I shiver, fear coursing through my veins causing me to shudder.
He inclines his head to side slightly, his words much clearer this time, "Command me to do something, anything you wish."
I ground my teeth together, knowing exactly what I want him to do, my voice holds authority as I glare at him, "Let. Me. Go." I ground out.
His eyes narrow, disappointed as he turns to Pierce. "You fucking idiot," he snaps, "she can't compel at all."
"Richard, I promise you she did." He remarks, coming to his defence.
Richard's eyes snap back to me, causing me to shy away, "The only thing special about you is the delicious scent of your blood." He takes a sniff, his eyes turning dark, just like Pierce's did when he bit me and commands, "Show me your neck."
I have the urge to do as he says, his influence slightly stronger than when Pierce had asked me to do so but I fought it, glaring daggers at him as I said, "No."
His eyes widen In surprise as if no one dared to ever disobey him. He lifts his hand and slaps me across the cheek in anger. I cry out, my cheek possibly bruised from the force he had used.
His words are aimed at Pierce as he narrows his eyes at me, "Did you forget to mention the fact that she can't be compelled?" His voice was low, deadly as Pierce stepped back.
"I-I wasn't sure," he stutters, "I compelled her to show me her neck last time and she did it but then it was like she was able to fight it and started to struggle against me." He explained, cautious of Richard's reaction to the new information.
"Is that so." Richard mumbles. His eyes are gleaming with excitement and I'd hate to know what he is thinking. I shudder as he brings his hand to my face, moving away the strands of hair which conceal parts of my face, his face a blur through my watery eyes. "Such a lovely face," he whispers, leaning his face towards my ear, his fangs scraping against the outer shell, "I'm going to enjoy breaking you into submission."
I shudder hard, fear gripping my throat, making it impossible for me to speak. He can sense my fear, smiling with amusement.
"Alec put her in the car." He orders. A man with black hair and green eyes steps towards us. Richard rises to his feet, turning his head to look at Alec. "We're flying her back to my estate."
Flying?
Where the fuck did they think they were flying me too?
Alec bends down, his hands close to gripping my wrist as I pull away, "Stay the fuck away from me." My words are demanding, the urge to not be touched or taken anywhere pushing me to argue and struggle against them. Alec's eyes glaze over, his hands retracting to his sides as he follows my demand.
Richard watches this play out, his eyes shifting from me to Alec. He turns to Pierce, "Get me something to shut her up with." He growls.
"No." I protest but quickly regret it when he clamps his giant hand over my mouth, muffling my voice.
Soon Pierce is at his side, handing him a piece of dry cloth. Richard takes the cloth, his hand pulling away from my mouth. I cry out as he forces the material into my mouth, tying it rather tightly around the back of my head. I want to scream out in anger but I won't give him the satisfaction.
I feel my breathing becoming laboured, forced to only breath through my nose as I glare at him.
"Well what do you know Pierce," he says, "You were right about her." Pierce smile smugly at Richards approval.
Before I could blink Richard hauls me up roughly by my upper arm whilst I grunt In pain. He throws me into Alec's chest, who was no longer effected by me. Alec held me down by my shoulders, not letting me move away from his chest as he walked us towards the parked SUVs outside.
I shivered, the black dress doing nothing to protect me from the chilly night air as I was forced into the back of the vehicle. Alec slammed the door before opening the drivers side door and stepping in.
I looked out the window, watching Richard and Pierce converse.
My mind was numb, my body exhausted from all the crying. Guilt was still very much present. My actions resulting in someone's death was too unbearable to process properly and I don't think I would ever get over it.
My eyes drifted to the sky, the horizon was a pale blue and the moon was nearing the north-west, ready for the sun to rise soon.
I jumped in my seat, the door opening and slamming shut as Richard sat next to me in the back. I could feel his gaze piercing the side of my face as I refused to look at him. I begin to contemplate all the possible things he would do to me once we arrived at his estate, my stomach churning at the thoughts. I crossed my arms over my chest trying to comfort myself and bring myself some warmth at the same time.
The engine hummed to life as the car reversed back from the building and we drove out of the woods back onto the main road.
"I can't wait to have you back in my bedroom." He whispered, "to have you submit to my every whim." His voice caused shivers to run up and down my spine, my heart skipping a few beats.
Screw you!
I wanted to protest but the cloth in my mouth made that impossible to do. All I could do was wait.
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