Sherbet2000

When I was younger, I would go by the name Sophia, long before the abuse and blood taking started, and long before this life was forced on me. Sophia was just a child, but I am old enough now to understand and know better. I was once Sophia, but having a name seems so personal. Having a name means that this is real, this is something I cannot escape from. Having a name means I matter, but outside of these four walls, I don't even exist. Only my blood does, travelling in the back of a chilled transport truck in a town or city that I will never get to see.Now I only go by the title O293f, or O positive #293 female in their technical terms. If I'm lucky, I even get a cute nickname like 'useless bitch', or my personal favourite 'whoring blood bag!'Sophia is dead and has been for years.I've started to pray that O293f dies too.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~O293f knows nothing of the world outside of the cage in which she is kept. Nothing she has belongs to her. Her body, soul, and blood are all controlled by Eran; the proud owner of theBlack Goblet, Arkseanne's most popular feeder farm.O293f is just another number in the millions of humans who are enslaved to feed the creatures that need blood to survive.O293f wants nothing more than the suffering to end, that is until the day a vampire walks into the Black Goblet; one who will change her life. She just wants to live, find herself, and be free of the cage that she spent so long confined to. But through love and loss, betrayal and torment, and the world seemingly working against her, is that even possible for a girl who was only created to bleed for the benefit of others?[Trigger Warning] abuse, strong language, violence, s/a, death, suicide, slavery, mental illness.…

Sherbet2000

It's 2043, and the world as we once knew it is now over. A deadly virus spread like wildfire in a supposedly 'top secret' research facility in Finland, which killed millions within the first few hours. These millions, however, didn't stay dead. They rose from the place in which they fell and now roam day and night looking for flesh of any kind to dampen their hunger. I've been running from them for nearly a year now. But they aren't the only ones I run from.We've been captured, and are now caged.The military has us as prisoners. But there is one that is different from the rest. One that has asked me to trust him. He wants to help me escape. But how can I trust a man that has pointed a gun to my head?…

Sherbet2000

The crashing waves gleamed in the late night moon, calling us down to them. Although they called to us, they aren't the reason why we jumped off of Gary's Cliff. We are a threat to someone, and they want us gone. I'm tried of running, and I'm praying that somehow we make it out of this alive. My name is Grace, and I put a target on my back when I was a witness to something that I wish I didn't see.…