Eye Of The Beholder

Room 6 seemed to be decorated with no regard for price and it was suspected that whomever was allowed to occupy this room was of importance. Esme looked around carefully examining everything. The king size bed was draped in black and brown silk sheets and pillows. The floor was a rich dark wood that was smooth and without abrasions or scratches. The large skylight window let in beautiful moonlight that encased the room in a deep blue hue. 

Esme, seemingly transfixed, walked carefully over to one of the tall wooden dressers and picked up a tiny vile of something red. She swooshed it around in it's container before lifting the cap to sniff the strange substance.

"Ugh."

The familiar smell of copper seeped into her sensitive nostrils and an acute vision of her grandmother ran through her mind. She held her head to remedy the pain that she was sure would follow. 

......

Through the thin walls Esme could hear through to the other room and it's occupants seemed to be enjoying each others company. Esme covered her ears embarrassed by the loud moaning and groaning, the sound of the bed post vigorously hitting against the wall seemingly loud enough to break through to the other side and the steady in and out of breath.

"I want to go home." whispered Esme. She supposed she was In some sort of brothel for vampires and their admirers and that Mason was the headmaster. He was the leader, the top man, the owner. She also supposed that he had planned to make her into one of the prostitutes and to her dismay there was absolutely nothing she could do about that. 

Esme thought to herself and looked up.

"Longshot..." whispered Esme. Just then the door opened up and Rune stepped right up to her as if his intentions were to hit her.

"Did you think my master was giving you special treatment? You get treated just like the other bitches in this place."

Esme had no thoughts that she was being treated better than anyone else and thought it extreme that Rune had thought that. 

"I never thought that. Do you think I want to be here? I don't! I want to be with my father."

Rune burst into laughter.

"This is all you have now." he paused. "if you want to be with your father your just as good as dead. 

He pulled Esme up by her forearm. 

"Training time."

......

The loud clink of something metal constantly echoed through the hallway followed by loud, ragged screams. Esme cringed each time she heard the ear splitting noise. She couldn't bare to know that someone was hurting or rather being tortured. 

"You go here." Rune said smiling. He pushed Esme forward into a sizable room and shut the door behind him. Esme immediately took to the nearest corner like a frightened dear.

"I won't allow this forever," she whispered and without enough time to adjust to her current situation, a woman in her mid to late thirties stepped up. The loud clunk of her high heeled shoes echoed directly off of the metal walls amplifying the sound enough to shatter glass. She was the most dressed she had seen any woman there and the most beautiful considering most of the women wore long veils to conceal their faces. 

"Let's get this straight, I don't like this, but this is my job therefore I do it well."

Esme swallowed hard.

"I was ordered to train you, teach you the ins and outs of this business. You will learn accordingly."

The woman flashed a whip, one that she had pulled from a secret compartment in her shoe. It was long and coiled just slightly at the end. 

"You intend to train me like a circus animal?! Absurd!"

Esme stood and pressed herself up against the wall. 

"We find that this method works best."

"I am not an animal!"

"You are here."

The woman turned on her heal.

"Rule number one. The vampires are stronger, faster and more agile than you are. You cannot escape from here unless granted permission."

"I never chose to be here and I reckon that none of these women did."

"Surprisingly about 55 percent of our women enlisted themselves. Vampire wannabes, followers, admirers. We get them all."

"Well I never chose to be here. I was rudely taken from my home like, like an animal! I never chose this life!"

"Well since your here, you will learn our way and our way begins with obedience."

"Obedience is a skill for dogs!"

"Here you are my dog."

Esme backed down.

"What am I to learn? Where to sleep? How to piss outside!?"

"You will first learn how to obey your male counterparts."

A young guy walked in quietly and stood beside the woman. He had short blond hair and bright blue eyes but standing next to that woman he was just as sinister.

"Desmond he is one of our most treasured employees."

Desmond smiled, his bright white fangs glowing in the dim light. 

"Desmond would love for you to do a couple things for him."

Esme looked to Desmond frightened.
The completely bare room seemed to darken just then as if a shadow had been cast upon the room in that moment. 

"Desmond here would like to feel your pretty lips around his aching cock."

Esme was astonished at how blatant she was. Her cheeks turned tomato red.

"I'm no Harlet!"

"when a man had a need it is your duty to make sure that need is met."

"That's asinine!"

"That's your job."

Esme frowned at that.

"No, it is the job you have foreceably bestowed on me!"

"Each time you speak Desmonds needs are not met."

Desmond stepped forward.

"You keep doing this to me! You keep  moving me places and telling me to do things on the spot! You keep trying to turn me into something I'm not! I just want to be left alone!"

The walks seemed to shake.

The woman walked up to Esme and slapped her hard.

"Rule number 2. You only need to speak when you are spoken to."

She backed away and pushed Desmond forward.

"Do your business. She won't resist you."

The woman held out her whip threateningly and smirked. "Desmond unzip. If you have to force her. She'll learn one way or another."

"Sounds good to me." 

Desmond released himself from his trousers and took hold of Esme's face. 

"If you bite me I'll let her whip you until you cry blood." he whispered into her ear. He held Esme still while he grabbed his member.

"What the fuck is this?"

Mason walked in promptly slamming the door behind him. Desmond quickly fastened himself.

"I'm here to assist in her training. I'm doing what I was told I swear."

"Who informed you of her training?!   She is not to be touched by anyone!"

Esme was taken aback by his thick russian accent. It was frightening but all the more exciting.

"Rune told me-"

"Rune?"

"Yes Rune came to me and told me that we had a new girl. He said to train her well."

The woman held her whip firmly behind her back to hide it. 

"Desmond, tell Rune that I would like to see him in my quarters immediately. Esme, get up and come to me. I'm taking you back to your room."

Esme got up quickly and followed behind the disgruntled Mason. 

......

Esme laid in bed, a bed that wasn't hers. She tossed and turned most uncomfortable sleeping in a foreign bed and it was only the afternoon. She want sleepy.

Esme glanced over at the hot plate sitting on her nightstand. She was too afraid to eat what she had been given though the hot bread and butter looked appetizing.  Steam from the creamed soup rose up from it's surface and disappeared just before touching the ceiling. She was tempted but refused.

Esme felt like she had been placed in a story, one that was inaccurately paced and one that was much to inappropriate for children. Everything had been happening so soon and so fast that she wasn't able to gather her thoughts and process what was happening around her. She dug her face in her pillow, but then realizing that she had no idea of who had slept there before her, pushed the pillow aside. She looked down at it questioningly. 

"I wonder..."

She looked to the skylight and then back to the pillow. She quickly removed the pillow from it's case, after having an epiphany of escape, and proceeded to do the same with the others. She tied the pillow cases end to end until she had a long rope. 

"Okay..."

She scanned the room for something to stand on. Seeing the large automan, she pushed it from it's corner and into the middle of the room just below the skylight and while holding onto her makeshift rope, she climbed atop. The automan shivered under her as she reached up.

"Almost...there." said Esme, struggling. She reached and reached, but the automan buckled under her and toppled over quickly landing directly on her ankle. She screamed aloud, now trapped underneath the large piece of furniture. 

The door opened swiftly, a large women stepping in. She was wide eyed and her facial expression reflected the pain Esme was feeling. 

"We have an Escapee! We have have an escapee!" The woman yelled. Women and men rushed to the door to witness. Esme looked down at her awkwardly turned ankle and cried for help.

"Someone please! Get this off of me."

"Get Mason! She's his!" a woman said from in the crowd.

"No, no please don't get him. I just need someone to lift this off of me. Please I just want to get in bed."

Everyone looked at Esme with skepticism. People whispered and sent each other questioning glances.

"Mason is the only one that can touch you. We can't touch you." a young guy said stepping forward. When Esme saw Mason making his way through the crowd, she tugged on her leg to free her ankle but to no avail. She pushed and she pulled but couldn't remove the heavy piece of furniture. 

"I promise I won't do it again I just want to sleep!" said Esme with tears threatening to spill. She couldn't deny that she was afraid of Mason and knowing what he was capable of, all of them, made her stomach churn.

"Were you planning to escape?"

"N.. n.. no." Esme stuttered. 

"Your lying to me."

"No i was just trying to...trying to move things."

"Were you given permission?"

Mason lifted the automan and knelt down to where Esme was lying. He ran his hand over her swollen ankle.

"Its broken." he said quietly.He wrapped both his hands around The aching flesh.

"What are you going to do?" Esme said instinctively bracing herself. Mason, with a short flick of his wrist, twisted Esme's ankle back to it's original position. Esme screamed, an ear shattering scream  causing everyone that had been watching to take cover. 

" Ahhh!!" 

Her screams echoed through the room most vibrantly.

"I want you all to stay and watch." Mason said to onlookers. "This is what happens to those who break the law."

Esme tried recovering from the pain surging through her as Mason lifted her up.

"Please don't move me!" screamed Esme, face curled up in pain. 

"Quiet." said Mason laying her over his lap like a disobedient child awaiting reprimand. 

"I just want to sleep." pleaded Esme. She pushed at Mason, aching for release. Mason propped her up until her bottom was perked up over his knee and lifted her gown.

"Get off of me! Get off of me." Screamed Esme frantically. She kicked and cursed as everyone watched, a look of sympathy in their eyes. They knew of the turmoil, the pain, the embarrassment and they all felt for her.

"My hand will do just fine." said Mason. He had no need to pull his hits, because the force behind his hand was enough to cripple anyone. He smacked Esme's bottom once to gouge her reaction. 

"Please stop hurting me!" cried Esme, overwhelmed by the pain both inside and out. She flushed red with embarrassment knowing that everyone had been watching.

"This is for your own good." said Mason striking her burning backside a second time. Esme cried out. 

"Please no more! I give up! I give up!" cried Esme loudly. Mason hit her again, her bottom red and bruised. 

"You will remain here until I say otherwise." 

Mason landed another slap, but let his hand momentarily roam along the soft flesh. He had never seen such a beautiful bottom. Licked his lips and let his hand roam further up, running his fingers along her back. Esme buckled under his touch and tried to push herself forward, but Mason grabbed her.

"You could have gotten yourself killed child and for that I should..." paused Mason. He bent down to whisper in Esme's ear.

"For that I should take you...hard. But you needn't worry about that for now. I'll have you tomorrow night."

Esme cringed feeling his cool breath against her ear.

"No please. Please don't." Esme pleaded. "I just want to return home. That's all I want. Please."

"This is your home." said Mason laying Esme down in her bed. "I wish to hear nothing else on the matter. Do you understand?"

Esme nodded and buried her face in her pillow as Mason left. She tried to ignore the stinging in her backside.