Once she saw that we were in fact ready, she spoke up. The worst-case scenario is that I die during the next blood moon. If my new Master or Mistress is anything like my Pet Mistress then I don't think I have much to worry about. To me, this was just the next step in my life.Īlthough I was terrified, I was prepared. The Pet Mistress held a prideful look on her face as she watched them ready themselves with last-minute preparations. Some fixing some tangles in their hair with their fingers, while others wiped their tears with their arms, trying to ready themselves.Ĭryers were not tolerated during show day. Many girls readied themselves before we were taken into the next room. There's already a decent crowd outside waiting anxiously to see you all so I hope you're ready." The kind of quiet voice that always sounded like a warning, "Today's the day I've prepared you all for. "Alright darlings," She began with the quiet, gentle voice she always talked to us with. She knew that her business was a great one. We were like her dolls that she had spent so much time on and that she could now show everyone who was anxiously waiting to see what she had in stock. She was obviously proud of this group that she's put together, as she was with most of them. She looked us all over a couple times from where we stood, a proud smirk resting peacefully on her face. "All pets are bound Miss." the vampire in front of me replied.Īll of us kept our eyes set on her as she walked towards the middle of the room, her long black hair bouncing gently against her back. She clapped twice, gaining everyone's attention. The back door was opened once again by the Pet Mistress. The shackles closed tight around my wrists, ensuring that I couldn't slip them off and escape.Ī chain then connected my shackles to the other girl's shackles, having all three of us chained together in a line. I extended my hands as the worker stood in front of me. I had even already accepted the fact of my short life. Since there was no use trying to deny the fact that all I'm going to be in my life is a pet, I figured I may as well try to be a good one. I guess that will just make me an even greater pet. Which pretty much guaranteed my purchase. The lines were organized by blood type, and I guess not a lot of people had AB positive. My line consisted of just two other girls, both of whom were too my right. I stood straighter as the worker approached us. So of course, most of us stayed on our best behavior at all times. We always had enough food to fill our stomachs, bi-monthly checkups, and well, anyone who acted out enough to deserve any physical punishment was sent automatically to the slaughterhouse. Which, from what I could tell, was reasonably true. She claims to have the healthiest and most untouched pets on the market. Not to mention how she had us all in clothes that pretty much resembled a bikini to show off how flawless and free our skin was from injury. She puts us on full display, having us stand in an orderly fashion so that the buyers can get a full glimpse of us. Instead of having her shop open every day, she only opens it once a month, which tends to build up quite a crowd. This whole process made me wish that I had been transported to any other regular pet shop.Īt least there I would have had the protection of at least some metal bars between me and any vampire that was interested in buying me.īut no, my Pet Mistress did things differently, which is one of the reasons she is so well known and respected amongst the vampire community. Of course, I knew this day was coming, but now that it was actually here, I was scared. I took in a deep breath, wiping the tear that was running down my cheek. My line was towards the back, so we were going to be shackled and taken out last. The room immediately quieted as they did. Four of the Pet Mistress' workers walked in carrying the shackles that we were going to wear. My eyes turned up towards the back door as it opened. Only rarely had there been any remaining pets after a showing. We all knew that the odds of us being purchased were very high. Many of the girls around me cried quietly as we stepped into our designated lines, waiting to be chained before we were to be shown.Īll of the girls here had reached the age of sixteen and a half within the past month, an age that our Pet Mistress deemed old enough for us to be sold as pets.
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