"Get up, bitch!" Master growled venomously. I wanted to get up too but the thing was I couldn't. My body was made of pain, well that's what it felt like anyways, and it was so cold, I could barely move my fingers. When I opened my eyes he was right in my face, haunting eyes of electric blue staring back at me. He disgusted me, he did this to me; beat me up and threw me in a room with a dead girl. And yet he looked angry; as if he was the one being tossed around by monsters. Although a part of me had a feeling that was just how his face was.
"Get up!" As much as I hated his guts, I had to at least try to do what he wanted. He was capable of anything as far as I was concerned. So I tried but even just moving my arms hurt me immensely.
"I can't, Master..." My voice was still hoarse and I was so thirsty my throat felt raw. Probably excepting defeat for the first time in his life, he let out a frustrated sigh and roughly threw me over his shoulder, easily, like a sack. This only intensified my pain and I let out muffled scream. Every step he took caused a new wave of pain to sear through my back. With my eyes clamped shut, I tried to think of a happy place but despite this, the time I spent slumped over his shoulder felt like ages. We finally reached an all white and black bathroom and my master set me down in the shower. I was so weak and exhausted that I just slumped to the floor unable to stand on my own. Master saw this, groaned and then picked me up, considerably more gently this time. It still hurt but not as much as before. Before I knew it, he put me on the black counter next to the sink and turned around to fill up the tub, bubbles and all. When he was done adding all sorts of stuff to the water, he came back to me and placed his large hands on the frail collar of my bloodstained dress. I nearly shut my eyes in fear of what would happen next when I heard and felt him rip the dress off me. He did it so slowly it was almost gentle. I could almost feel his large hands graze my bruised skin when he slid the dress over my shoulders and my hands instinctively went to cover myself from him. It looked as though he was trying to concentrate, the soft creases on his smooth looking face gave it all away. I wouldn't let that fool me, he was a wolf in sheep's skin and surprisingly this time I wasn't scared -  I was wary however, of him. When his eyes started going black again Master gave me a towel to cover myself up and lifted me off the counter to slide the dress over my hips. His lingering fingers on my bruised hips made me feel dirty and uncomfortable.
"Mine." I almost didn't hear him because his voice was so low. His? Since when? I wanted to tell him I would rather be dragged to hell by my hair, stabbed multiple times and then burned for eternity than be what he considered his. But I knew I had no say in the matter so I kept that to myself. I was beyond repelled by him, he was sick and twisted. People like him deserved to rot in hell.
Our position was too intimate for my liking; squatting in front of me, he held me close to him with his forehead against my tummy and his hands on my waist. I also had my hands on his shoulders for support. I wanted to move away from him, push him away from me but I was so defeated and tired. Besides, I could tell that he was volatile, I feared that provoking him would lead to disaster for the both of us. He held me tighter and I whimpered in pain as his fingers were digging into my cuts. Master's blank, blue eyes searched mine for something I would never understand. Whatever it was, I did not care. I just wanted to be alone and cater to my injuries. He finally let me go, helped me into the bath and left - which I was glad for. I then started to feel strong stinging sensations in my cuts. It felt like they were being reopened with a hot knife. Tears streamed down my face unhindered, one after the other. I struggled to get out of the water. Was this some kind of sick punishment? I sobbed out loud when I moved, it was the worst pain I had ever felt and I had felt all sorts of pain. Master came in looking annoyed by my behavior. My eyes pleaded with him to make it stop. He just walked up to me and started to scrub me with a sponge. I screamed out even when he angrily told me to "shut the fuck up." I thrashed around desperate to get out but he held me down and scrubbed at me. After what felt like ages, he had thoroughly gone at my raw skin and washed my overly curly hair. I was still sobbing when he finally covered me up and took me to the room I woke up in when I first came. Master helped me into massive gray sweatpants that seemed to be his and luckily, they were adjustable at the waist. He then bandaged my back and helped me into a matching hoodie and some socks to keep me warm. All this was done in complete silence except for occasional instructions on his part. I knew he only did all these things to keep me around so he could become King. Vampires only did things that would benefit them in the end. At this point, I stopped caring that my master had seen me cry or that he undressed me, bathed me and most humiliating of all seen me naked. It didn't matter anymore.
"Come." He said before walking out. I limped behind him with my head down. Surprisingly, the pain in my back had reduced to merely a dull throb. It must have been the stuff he bathed me in - whatever it was. We ended up in a kitchen which, surprise surprise, was also black and white. Master took a blood bag from the fridge, emptied it into a cup and warmed it up in the microwave.
"Drink up." He pushed the cup towards me, the red liquid sloshing around. I looked up at him from were I sat. Panic was written all over my face, I can't drink this. I won't. Please don't make me drink this.
"I... I can't drink this..." Please don't get angry again.
"Fucking hell. What can you drink then?" The annoyance was evident in his voice. I was walking on thin ice. "Answer me so you don't fucking die of dehydration or whatever."
"Water..." I whispered. It was so confusing to deal with him, he was so hot and cold. The uncertainty was almost bone chilling. Master then took a deep breath as if to calm himself down.
"Okay." He took the blood away and drank it all in a few gulps before replacing it with a glass of tap water. As much as I hated being forced into such a demeaning position all the time, I was always grateful for even the smallest luxuries. I took the glass and drank it all within no time. It wasn't enough. Luckily, master refilled the glass and I drank it much more slowly, simply to savour the moment. I hadn't drank or eaten anything in nearly two days and I could feel myself getting weaker. I needed food but master was already taking me back to the room. I guess some things weren't meant to be.
"Thank you for the water." He just stared at me in return.
"Go to bed." And then he left me standing there outside what I assumed became my room.

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