The mansion stood quiet and still. The hollowness and the emptiness of the corridors where maids didn’t dare to walk and instead hurried away before their master arrived. In a lone room which was never entered by anyone but the owner of the mansion himself, a secretive room was attached to it which none knew of.
A girl with tattered clothes sat on the cold ground where many other girls like herself had fallen to their bad fates. Slaves were often bought for the owner’s own pleasure. A lot of them were bought for s.e.x.u.a.l pleasure, which was one of the main reasons slaves served their purpose as and it was no secret. Some were gifted to another as a present while very few used the slaves as servants.
The girl had dried streaks of tears on her face. Her legs which she could barely move, she let it rest without moving an inch from there. On hearing the locks on the other side of the room creak and turn, fear started to creep into her mind where she had nowhere else to go but stay here with one of her hand and one of her leg bound to the wall which was connected through the iron chains that looked as if it had started to decay.
In the scare light which was burning in the far corner of the room, the door opened and in came the blonde man who wore a pair of glasses that rested on his face.
“P-please, no no-n. M-master please-please,” she started to quiver in fear while trying to move away from where she sat but there was nothing but the wall that hindered her from going anymore behind. She could still feel the pain in between her legs, the front and back of her dress covered in her own blood as the man had entered in and out of her relentlessly without considering her feelings.
Robarte smiled at his new slave who looked absolutely endearing as she shook in terror. They all looked lovely like this. His blonde hair had been combed back as if he had gone out and had only returned back to the mansion a few minutes ago.
Walking to where the slave trembled in the corner, he crouched down. Raising his hand, he touched her head while she continued to cower, “What is the matter? Did you forget to greet your master?” he asked patting her head gently but the girl feared as to when the very same hand would hit her.
When Robarte had bought Anne to the mansion, she had been happy or at least had let out a relieved sigh thinking she was safe. That there would be nothing to worry about after the torturous time she had spent in the slave establishment. It had taken her three months and twelve days before she was bought to the black market to be sold. Each and every day had been painful where she had cried over and over again. Seeing the gentleman who had bought her she had hoped for a better life but it from bad it had turn worse such that she wished she could go back to the slave establishment.
The man in front of her appeared to be kind and a good man which was only a farce. In less than one week of Anne brought to this mansion, the actions taken on her had traumatized the young girl. Bruises covered her hands, legs, face, neck, and shoulders.
“It looks like you have lost the ability of basic manners and it is time to teach you again,” stated Robarte, putting his hand in his pocket, he pulled out the key and started to unlock her hand and leg.
“No- no, master! Welcome back home! Welcome b-back home!” she cried but Robarte wasn’t happy about it.
With a small frown, he looked down at her, placing his hand back to pat on her head and she flinched immediately.
The action didn’t go well with Robarte and he pulled the girl’s hair making her cry in pain, “AHH!” she cried as the man pulled her hair forcefully, “M-master please let me go. I shall behave,” she cried but the pureblooded vampire was in no mood to listen to her.
“What are you scared of, Anne? I gave you food, a roof as a shelter where no one can hurt you but yet you are disobeying me. Behaving as if I am a monster. Am I a monster?” he asked to have her shake her head immediately.
“No, master is n-not,” she cried, fresh tears falling on her cheeks which slid down in the darkness of the room with the only source of light being the dimming lantern which was dying and the door that he had come through from, “P-please forgive me.”
“Forgive you?” he asked as if confused, “Wha are you asking forgiveness for?” he asked her. When he let go of her hair, the girl tried to hold in her sob, “WHAT ARE YOU CRYING FOR?” roared the man as if he had changed into a completely different person. Getting up he started to kick her, one kick after another making the girl yelp in pain and she tried to go to the corner to save herself. But no corner could save her from this hideous monster.
The walls of the room which was made of stone and hollow with no object to occupy expect for the lantern in the corner, the shackles that were used to tie the slave and the mat which she sat on resonated back her cries.
“Stop crying, you s.l.u.t!” he kicked her further, “Okay, you want to cry. Okay. Okay,” he said, his voice fell down. Like it was trying to calm down, he ran his hand through his blonde hair as a single piece of his hair had come to settle on his forehead.
He sat down again in front of her, crouching forward while touching her face which went to touch her slender neck that already had bruises of the finger marks, “Do you want to cry more? Cry now,” he said squeezing her neck. The slave moved her hands and legs, trying to push the person away and his hands but it was of no avail. The pureblooded vampire was twenty times stronger than her.
Robarte stared into the girl’s eyes that had widened considerably as she flailed her hands. In seconds, the girl’s body finally fell slack to fall on him. He held the girl in his arms, running his hand over the back of her head as if the girl was still alive and had only fallen unconscious to sleep, “So quiet and nice,” he whispered to himself with a smile on his face that looked peaceful.
Stepping out of his room, he met his house servant who came to meet him, “There’s the body of the girl in my room.”
“What would you like to do with her, Sir?” asked the servant who had his head bowed deep.
“Take her out at the time of midnight and throw her in the lake of bones. Make sure no one sees you.”
“Yes, Sir Robarte.”
