Chapter 15

Michael's POV
The first thing I noticed was that my head was painful. It felt as if a thousand hammers were trying to break my head open.
The second thing I noticed was the room I was in when I opened my eyes. The room was dark and cold. When I tried to move my hands I noticed I was chained to the wall behind me.
Finally I saw that I was alone.
"Mia?!" I shouted but all that happened was it rebounded off the walls around me and made my head hurt even more.
Why does my head hurt so much. Even from the crash I would have healed. Living off animal blood may slow down the process but I would have healed by now.
The door creaked open and light poured onto the room making me shrink back into the shadows. A figure strode towards me holding something in its hand.
The last thing I saw was the face of an old friend as he stuck a needle into my arm and just before I passed out I heard him say, "that was for stealing my pet."
Mia's POV
I'd been curled up in my cage for hours. I was back in Derrick's room and my back was throbbing from the pain of the whip.
After the car crashed and I saw Michael lying in a pool of blood I'd fought against the hands that grabbed me, trying to get to Michael. Some men in uniform had lifted him up by his arms and thrown him into a white van before driving off.
I was handed back over to Derrick who instantly shoved a needle into my arm and I blacked out. When I woke up I was in my cage.
But Dalton hadn't spoken to me yet. No matter how much I scream he isn't waking up. He's not here to heal my back or help me defend myself. I can't find Dalton.
The injection. Dalton told me that it would kill him while Derrick had told me it would put me to sleep. No Dalton can't be dead. He's just asleep right?
The door opened and Derrick came back in and I instantly looked down so as not to be caught looking at him. He'd only use it as an excuse to whip me even more. I curled up smaller trying hard to not cry at the loss of Dalton and Michael. To not cry from the pain in my back. From the fear of being back in this dreaded room.
Derrick ignored me as he sat down at his desk grinning to himself. I liked it when he ignored me. It meant that I didn't have to move or speak and it meant that I could have just a little time to myself for once.
"I just got news that your little friend Michael didn't survive his treatment." Derrick said and I felt the tears escape my face as my heart shattered. "After the crash I had the guys take him to the best hospital in the country but even after all the operations and treatment he didn't make it."
I didn't speak. I didn't move. I just lay in my cage feeling empty. I'd lost Dalton and Michael. Any hope that I had of seeing Michael again had been shattered into a million pieces right in front of me. Derrick was talking again but I wasn't listening.
I didn't feel when he dragged me from my cage. I didn't hear him shouting at me for not listening or responding straight away. I didn't notice when he brought the whip down on my back. I didn't care anymore.
I felt numb and empty. Everything I had in my life was gone. I'd lost my best friend, my saviour, the owner I wanted to be with and any hope that I might have a better life than the one I was bred for. All had gone in a matter of hours.
I lay on Derrick's floor, blood seeping down my back and staining the carpet as I tried to remember what life was like before I ran away. What did I do when Derrick would beat me? Why did I put up with it? Why was I happy with him before?
Nothing made sense anymore. I had no purpose now. I felt Derrick pull me up and force me onto my knees.
*trigger warning*
Derrick's POV
I could tell that she was out of it which made it even better for me because it meant I could use her how I wanted without her putting up a fight.
I'd been waiting so long to use her again. The first time was when I took her virginity and that felt so good. I felt bad afterwards but only because she looked so scared and helpless. But now I felt nothing towards her.
She had run away from me and now she will pay the price. I undid my trousers and pulled everything down. My hard member throbbed as I forced myself into her mouth.
Fuck she felt good. I was surprised to find her responding and she started to suck. Probably too broken to care at this point and now that I had gotten rid of that spirit I could do this as much as I wanted without things being thrown at me.
I pulled out of her mouth before I released and grabbed her by her arms throwing her onto the bed. I ripped off what little clothing remained after the whipping and forced myself inside her.
She made a small sound of pain but I barely registered it as I slammed into her hard and fast. Oh fuck she was tight. Within minutes of thrusting I was so close to release that I couldn't hold on.
I gave one last thrust and I released inside her. I collapsed on top of her breathing hard and fast. Shutting my eyes as the pleasure filled my body.
*end of smut*
I opened my eyes and got off her as I got dressed again. When I looked down at her on my bed it felt like a stab to my heart. She was shaking with silent tears dripping down her face. Her eyes were shut and I could tell she was trying not to make a sound.
I thought about helping her up, apologizing and hugging her. But then I remembered what she did to me and I flooded with anger again. I can't care for her when all she does is disobey.
Instead I grabbed her arm and dragged her back to her cage. I pushed her inside and locked the door. She curled up silently and when I looked at my bed I could see the blood from where I'd whipped her and forced myself in her.
Her blood scent filled the room and it was getting increasingly harder to resist the urge to drink from her again. Her blood was so sweet but I knew if I started to drink from her I wouldn't be able to stop.
I have too much planned for her to kill her just yet. I will make her pay for what she did and how she embarrassed me in front of the doctors at the lab. In front of the security team and in front of the whole city.
She will repay me one day at a time until I think she has deserved the right to have my kindness back. And that can be a very long time.
Dalton's POV
Where am I? I opened my eyes and looked around me. I was in a bright room. The walls where white and so was the ceiling.
Only then did it dawn on me that I can't be doing this. In order to open my eyes and look around it would mean that I had to have a body. But I don't have a body.
Someone walked over to me with a clipboard.
"Subject 185 is awake and responding to the tests." The voice said.
"What's going on?" I asked weakly and I don't even know if they heard me.
"Vocals seemed to be working and he's able to move."
Vocals? That could only mean one thing. I was alive...