Madam Jezebel's POV

"Idiots! The whole lot of you IDIOTS!" I screamed. Slamming my hands down on the wooden table in front of me. It shook and groaned from the impact.

"Madame we tried our hardest I assure you-" Trent began to say, his face was contorted in fear. He never looked me in the eyes. Fear is a beautiful thing. A gloriously beautiful thing.

"Your a fool! A fool I say!" I yelled at him. "You let our most prized girl slip threw our finger tips! Do you even realize what you have done!" I slowly stalked around the table and punched him. Hearing the satisfying crack of his nose against my fist.

His hands shot up to his nose, blood pouring down it. The satisfaction of the pain I caused was glorious. His eyes glistened with anger and fear. Beautiful.

"Madame I will get her back. I swear Madame. I swear." He begged clutching his broken nose. I loved the smell of blood in the morning.

"You better you piece of shit. You better." I said calmly walking slowly around the desk back to my chair. Slowly sitting into it's dark black cushions I waved my hand at him to leave. He quickly left the room, clutching his bleeding nose.

Oh don't you worry my sweet 977501 you will return to my clutches and be my sweet little slave once again.

Trent's POV:

"Alva, Dracar, and Samuel come with me." I said angrily whipping the blood from my face. Then cracking my nose back into place. Madame Jezebel was crazy, insanely crazy.

She found joy in fear, pain and blood. I guess that's why she makes such a good slave house director. She was the best of the best, the most evilest, sickest woman alive. And she doubled as a species doctor. That made it insanely easy to pick out potential money making slaves.

Like 977501, a beautiful specimen. She was just what Madame Jezebel wanted as a personal slave. Short, petite, easily bruised, quiet, and gallows directions seamlessly. No surprise when she was sold off that I got a punch to the face.

As head master of sales I was in charge of making sure all the sales were cleared by the witch. I guess this one went past me.

"What's going on Trent?" Asked Alva. Alva was one of the few female slave trainers we had here. She was almost as bad as Madame Jezebel.

"Jake sold 977501 without clearing it with Madame or me." I said roughly. Jake was gunna get it, he was one position under me in rank and thought he could get away with anything.

"Jake!" I shouted. He was standing behind the pillar drinking what looked like a vodka and blood drink. Highly popular in vampire trainers.

"Yes Trent? You yelled?" He turned around smiling sarcastically with me.

I kept my fast pace of walking and straight punched him in the face. He feel to the ground. I fallowed and threw punch after punch at his worthless body.

"Next time you sell a slave without going through me I'll kill you. Understand?" I said gruffly wrapping my hands around his throat and squeezing. His eyes bulged from there sockets, they were full of fear.

He nodded. I stood from my position on top of him and stalked off.

"Dracar keep an eye on him. Samuel go get the list of sales. Alva I need you to go get me a slut. I have to much pent up energy." My words were sharp and hard. Each person left to there designated areas.

"Green? Red? Or a newbie?" Alva asked.

I smiled evilly. "Newbie."