I was curled up in the corner, trying to fall asleep. It's hard when there's the only sound is the sound of Ricky's crying, though. I desperately wanted to go to him, but I was too scared of what 'Mister Ryan' would do to me.

I don't like it here. I just want to go home. I miss Ghost and my little kitten (the kitten still needs a name. Comment any suggestions.) I never wanted to get taken. I don't even know where I am.

I wanted to scream for someone to come for me. I wanted to run and try to get that door open. I wanted to escape. I couldn't though. I don't know why. I just couldn't. I couldn't make myself get up. I felt too calm and at peace and I wasn't sure why. My mind was going a mile a minute but I just couldn't make my body do the same.

I was being poked, so I rolled over, seeing Ricky. He held a small pillow out to me. "Here...Daddy gave it to me b'cause it's comfy an' the floor is hard to sleep on, but you need it more."

I smiled. "Thank you."

He hugged me, crawling back to his corner. He curled up on the floor, hugging himself. He was too innocent to be treated that way. It was scary. I don't like being here. It's not fair. I didn't ask to be taken. I bet he didn't either. I don't even know if he was taken, though. I just feel bad for him.

I sighed, setting my head on the pillow. It was cold in here, even wearing a sweater.

I heard the door open. I closed my eyes, pretending I was asleep. I felt a hand run over my arm. He sat beside me, pulling me into his lap. I groaned, making it seem like he was waking me up.

He held me there, stroking my hair. I bit my lip, whimpering slightly. "Shh. It's okay." He whispered. "Go back to sleep."

I closed my eyes. I don't like the way his hands feel on me. His touch feels bad.

I opened my eyes again, looking up at him. He stared down at me, seeming to look over my body. I felt small under his intense stare.

"C-can I ask a question?" I asked, my voice quiet.

He nodded.

"What're you going to do with m-me?"

I wanted to move away from him, but I couldn't. I'm scared but my body won't let me do anything about it.

"Don't worry. Nothing bad. I just need you to get used to being here before I let you out of this room." He told me. "I won't hurt you."

I nodded, suddenly very drowsy and dizzy. I whimpered, holding my head.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I didn't answer him. I didn't feel good. I don't like this. I rolled off of him, feeling instantly relieved when he was no longer touching me.

He glared at me. "Where do you think you're going?"

"P-please...I don't want you to touch m-me."

"Why not?" He asked, seeming to get annoyed.

"Just please..."

"Why not?"

"B-Because I don't like it." I whispered.

"Well, I don't care." He hissed, grabbing me again. "You belong to me now, and you'll do what I want you to do."

I struggled in his grasp, trying to get out. He was gripping me tightly, his nails digging into my arms.

"You're hurting me!" I cried.

"I don't give a shit."

He stood up with me, slamming me into the wall. He pinned me there, holding my hands above my head. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I tried to break away from him. Using his knee, he pushed my legs apart, making it so I was completely unable to move. He stared into my eyes, attaching his lips to my neck. What was he doing? I hope this doesn't go where I think it's going...

I don't know what he did, but all of a sudden, I felt a sharp stabbing sensation. I screamed loudly, falling limp in his arms. I felt very lightheaded, and couldn't focus on anything.

He dropped me to the floor, turning around and leaving. I laid there, shaking. I touched my neck, pulling my hand away. My eyes widened when I saw that there was blood everywhere. I breathing became impossibly heavier. Why was I bleeding? What did he do? I don't like the way this feels. It hurts. My neck was throbbing and there was nothing I could do.

Ricky came over to me, reaching out but stopping himself. He seemed scared to touch me. "C-Chris?"

I looked at him. "Y-Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" He asked. "I hoped he wouldn't have done that to you. He's so mean."

"What did h-he do?"

"I don't think he would want me to tell you." He said. "Mister Ryan'll probably get mad at both of us. I just know he'll punish me for coming by you. He's mean. He doesn' know how to be nice like Daddy."

"Then go back over there." I muttered. "I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."

"It's okay. Daddy'll be back tomorrow. He'll make Mister Ryan leave us alone. Mister Ryan won't come back 'til tomorrow anyway. He's all mad at you."

"Why is he mad at me, though? I didn't do anything wrong."

"B'cause you don' want him to touch you and he thinks he should be allowed to touch you whenever he wants."

"Oh..."

He hugged me gently, kissing the spot on my neck. "I'm sorry he did that. It hurt the first time he did it to me too."

"He did it to you too?"

"He does it all the time. So does Daddy, but he's gentle."

"What is it? Please just tell me. I won't let him know that you told me."

"Okay..." He started. "MisterRyanandDaddyarevampires."

"What? I didn't understand you."

"M-Mister Ryan an' Daddy are vampires." He mumbled.

"What?"

"Didn't you hear me?"

I nodded. "I heard you. I-I just don't believe you. That doesn't make sense."

"It's true. I promise. That's where Daddy is. Daddy's out huntin' for blood for him and Mister Ryan." He told me.

"That's not true. Vampires aren't real."

"Yes they are. Lots of scary things are real. All of Mister Ryan and Daddy's friends are vampires or other thingies."

"I don't believe you. That can't be true."

"That how would you explain what Mister Ryan did?"

"I-I don't know but that's not true."

He sighed. "Just think about it. I'm not sayin' that you have to believe it, but it is the truth."

I nodded, closing my eyes. I just wanted to sleep.

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What do you think is going to happen/want to see happen between Chris and Ryan?

~xxRy