At first, I didn't believe Master really disowned me. He probably just left me with Valerie to scare me a little. When he gets better, he'll take me back. After all, Evelyn has always obeyed Master and never told any lies.

Just wait a little longer and Master will come to take me back. If he's too busy, he'd just tell Lucien. Or Lucien will offer himself to escort me back to Argid where we'll have tea together.

My ears perk up excitedly as the the door of the walled off cell creaks open. A shadow peers inside my door and I lay my head back down when I don't recognize him.

"Disabled!" he calls.

He throws a stone at my head when I don't respond. I turn to him slowly and he laughs at the blood trickling down my forehead.

Soon another vampire joins him. This one actually comes in and hooks a leash around my collar and tugs me out. I follow, simply glad that I finally leave the confinement of the tiny four-sided room where I can barely sit with my legs out.

"How do we sell something like her?" the first guy asks his companion after giving me the eye.

"Her eyes are grotesque, but if you ignore that, she's a beauty," the guy pulling my least says. "Plus, she's supposedly born a noble who doesn't need blood to sustain herself. Now you don't get those in the market often," he snickers as he yanks the chain. "I'm sure we can find someone who'd pay a decent sum."

We pass an entire hallway of cells like mine. All of them are occupied by other vampires. The two vampires casually stroll pass their whimpers and cries and even find the heart to joke around.

When they pass some halfling prisoners, they look them up and down, obviously undressing them with their eyes.

Disgusting.

When they pass the male prisoners, they spit inside their cages and laugh.

That makes me sick.

I even see a few dead prisoners, most likely dead from abuse.

My stomach curls.

How fortunate have I been up to now?

We stop when we reach a bigger area still within the building. No windows to the outside have been visible to the outside until now.

A small crack of sunshine slips through the dimly lit room. So it's morning, I think to myself. That was probably the only thing distracting me from the horrid blood stains and stench filling the area.

In the corner, there's a hay stack where the vampires most likely took turns using to sleep. But I have a feeling that it had more than one use.

"There is a potential buyer who's interested in exotic creatures," a middle-aged vampire says as he walks in. "We can get a handsome price if we find some other use for her."

Someone removes my muzzle, allowing me to finally breathe as if I were actually still living.

"Sing."

I keep my mouth shut and look to the floor.

At my disobedience, I am whipped. It startled them when my skin closed together as quickly as it split open. These must be vampires of the lower castes who has never seen regeneration of this speed.

"Sing goddamn it!" the one with the whip yells as he cracks it a few more times. My indifference only irks him more.

"Hey, hey, maybe she's no good at singing," the sly looking one says as he puts a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Think about it. The Dietrichs kept this piece of trash with them for so long. She must have something up her sleeve."

"Rumors has it that this thing and the master of the house are secret lovers. That's why the Lady of the house gave her away when she had the chance. But that Lord of Argid must be fucking blind."

"I heard that he loved the human woman that carried the Pureblood. After she disappeared, he practically searched the Border for an entire week. Crazy bastard."

I growl at these uncivilized vampires ranting about things they can't even dream of comprehending.

"So it's not deaf." The boss smirks. "Why don't you service us a little, like how you take care of that idiotic master of yours."

Although I am no longer serving the house of Dietrich, Master is still my master. Insulting him is unforgivable.

My body lunged itself at the ignorant fool and with my fangs, ripped open his skin.

He cursed loudly, only filling me with more anger that I wasn't able to successfully tear off his head to shut him up forever.

At the sudden commotion, two more vampires rushed into the room to hold me down from attacking.

"Fuck you bitch!" the vampire barks while holding his bleeding neck. "We're not selling this one," he growls, much to the sudden interest of his underlings.

I was forced onto a chair afterwards. It took three vampires to hold me down and another one to force my mouth open as both of my fangs were yanked out.

It was horrible, but I didn't want to "sing" for them. So I kept silent.

The next day, they got smart and brought in some of that venom that we vampires are susceptible to. They whipped me with that and were profoundly pleased when my wounds didn't heal any faster than their torture lasted.

They force fed me when I refused to eat. It was always some leftover scraps, never any real food or blood. Most of the time I find myself choking on the bits of hay stuck in my throat.

To be honest, I can't even recall how long I've been in this dungeon. Every morning it's the same routine that sometimes I wonder if life was ever any different.

But this time as I'm pulled by my collar off to the same torture room, I'm confused.

This time, no light shines through the tiny crack leading to the outside. They have never summoned me at night because they don't deal with us at night.

Just as my senses begin to heighten at the strangeness of the situation, someone kicks me from behind the knees and I fall forward. A blindfold is thrown over my eyes in an instant before a large force knocks me on my back onto a pile of hay.

A sharp nail cuts open my dress and a foreign prickly feeling presses against my skin. I try to pull away, but my shackles and a few extra hands hold me down.

My muzzle is removed because one of the vampires on duty wanted to hear me cry. They didn't have to worry about me biting. I didn't have any fangs anymore. I was harmless.

I remember struggling for awhile, but that all stopped when an indescribable pain stabbed at my nape. I completely froze at the unexpected contact.

Rough hands roamed my exposed skin as he continued.

One gulp. Two gulps.

I could feel the lust in his breathing. The way he didn't hold back. He ignored my struggle and only pressed me down harder as he drank away.

"Hey, my turn," another voice says excitedly.

Only for a second, the weight over me disappeared. But it was immediately replaced by a heavier man who planted himself right on top of me and repeated what the first one did, only to the other side.

That night was the longest one I've ever lived.

There was nothing I could do beside experience everything helplessly over and over again. A few more vampires joined in. I lost track of how many.

At first, it was terrible. Then my body registered that it was just physical pain. Soon enough, I just went numb and let them do what they want.

They got most of what they wanted, but there was one thing I absolutely didn't give up.

I never let a sound slip. Not a single one.