Unwilling Present

"P-pet?" She was astonished at this guys nerve to be calling her pet, did he even know her name?
What was she thinking?! Of course he did, he did own her now, after all, and it would be quite strange to be unaware of her name. Asking his property their name was quite humiliating, if you ask her. Shaking these thoughts from her head, she let out an annoyed sigh as she attempted to wriggle from the man holding her. He was no doubt older than her. "I'm..." She swallowed, gathering a good bit of her courage. It didn't take much to summon it, but she didn't know this mans boundries yet... What if he was the type to beat people due to insolence? Guess she'd have to find out then.

"I'm not a pet. Do not treat me as such." Vampyr spat, her eyes narrowing at the dark haired man before her. There was also that one thing about her; she changed from quiet and scared to disrespectful quickly. Much like a cat would when they felt threatened, and she really did feel threatened. Well, her dignity did at least.

No reply was given immediately, but Zombie did raise his hand threateningly before roughly smacking the young girl, a scowl twisting upon his face at her attitude. She would not disobey him, and he would teach her that from the very beginning. "Listen here, Vampyr. You belong to me now, and you will listen to me. You will not talk back, to you will correct me, and you will not defy my orders. In a way, I am your master, and you my pet. I expect you learn this, or I will take to harsher punishments." He stated, his voice all too calm and collected for her taste. He seemed to take this all well, as if he had been expecting this to happen.

"Not to mention, you are a pet. My pet. At least until I tire of you..." This caused the small girls face to drain of color, her eyes widening in fear. Would he kill her, or what? She wasn't too keen on finding out, and quickly settled in his lap, allowing him to just hold her there without resistance.

That is... until the car jerked again to a stop and she hissed, leaping from his arms angrilly. Her pupils dilated again, her breath beginning to get heavy.

"Calm down." The voice was strict, annoyed, and... amused? "We are here, at my home. Be good." Zombie reached out as the door opened, once more gripping her upper arm in a vice-like grip, causing another mewl from her lips. After that one punishment she seemed to immdediately get the point and quite down, once more becoming that declawed kitten she was when she first came down.

He knew there would be more disobediance in the future, but for now she was okay. The knowledge of her future punishments sent a spark through his body, and he felt arousal claiming him so soon. Something about dominating the fragile looking creature he was tightly holding was just so... delicious. His grip tightened subconsciously, and she winced but decided not to try and get him to let up on his hold. She knew he wouldn't, anyway.

Vampyr shifted uncomfortably under the scrutinizing gaze of his staff, all of them eyeing her distatefully, most likely because of how close she was being held to Zombie. Maybe they thought her a common whore?

"This is Vampyr, the newest addition to this home. She is my pet, specially bred just for it. None of you are to touch her, or even speak to her. Is that understood?" A wave of 'Yes, sir's' rumbled from the large staff, most of them maids, but others cooks, butlers, and body guards. Wait... body guards? She looked at each everyone of them with wide eyes, only recieving slightly distateful ones in reply. Was she hated?

No... one looked at her with pity, almost as if he felt sorry for her because of what she was. She looked down to avoid the looks, scooting closer to Zombie for comfort, and looking up at him pleadingly. She hoped he would be kind enough to get her out of such an uncomfortable position, perhaps show her around instead of leaving her to be stared at by everyone. It near terrified her, and she felt tears beginning to prick at her eyes.

She wasn't weak or anything of the sort, just as said before, she was all fluff. She could talk but couldn't back up her words for shit. Great combination, huh?

"Z-Zo-Zombie... Get me out of here... please?" She whispered, looking up at him with her big green eyes, looking once more like that puppy that had been kicked one too many times.

She was rewarded with a short nod, but also a sharp tap to her ass, a small stab of pain running through her. It slightly hurt. It was most likely for speaking out of turn… or something, she wasn’t quite sure, actually.

"Yes. We will go, pet. Come."

And, with that the two were off, quickly up the stairs with Vampyr nearly tripping behind him, unable to keep up without near jogging. He was so much taller than her, couldn’t he walk just a big slower so she would tired out? She was quickly tiring, not used to exerting herself. She was never the most athletic, mostly sleeping or doing small things around the house. Nothing too big, and now that she had to jog up the stairs, it was nearly killing her.

But, she didn’t complain, she couldn’t, in fear of Zombie one more punishing her. Was Zombie actually his true name? Tempted to ask, the girl had to bite her tongue, allowing a curtain of black hair to shield her face as she looked down, watching where she was going carefully. It wouldn’t be fun to fall, as she had that nagging feeling that he would drag her along, not much caring of her comfort. He didn’t seem like that type of man, as he always seemed so cold to her.

Finally reaching the top of the winding stairs, Vampyr looked up. The path would most likely need to be memorized, as she knew she’d be finding herself around the large mansion alone sometime soon. It was extraordinary, like something from a fairy tale.

The floors were made of a white marble, as was the railing of the balcony like area above the first floor. Around her a few tables stood, holding on top of them priceless vases and statues, paintings that she was sure cost thousands hung on the wall as if they were typical ornaments for an everyday person to have. He surely did flaunt the riches he owned, and didn’t care who knew.

She wouldn’t either with all those body guards.

“You’ll be staying in my room.” The voice cut off her thoughts, causing her to stumble, but he merely pulled her behind him still.

“Ex-excuse me?” She stuttered, looking at him with disbelief.

“You heard me. Don’t make me repeat myself.” Zombie stated sharply, opening up a set of grand doors, revealing what she thought to be one of the most gorgeous rooms she’d seen in awhile. The bed was far larger than a king sized one, this one comfortably big enough to hold ten people comfortably, all with room to stretch and move around. Sheer drapery hung around the bed, giving only a silhouette of what was inside.

In one corner was a large oak desk, holding one of the most advanced computers of the day, a Z-3900 Berack. On the wall infront of the bed was a screen, one for a projector to… project on. There was another door, this one a clear door into, from what she could see, a large bathroom. It was probably the size of her bedroom at her home.

He jaw hung slack in awe of the room. That is, until he closed it shut with his fore finger.


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