The Vampire's Pet
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"Please don't pick me. I can't handle another master." Rose thought, pleading to herself as she looked down at the ground; her bottom lip started to quiver.
"I think I'll take her."
The world has been taken over by vampires. Humans have been enslaved and are now used as pets. Whether they are blood pets, maids, or just punching bags is all up to the vampires – their masters.
Rose, a thin 18 year-old girl, had seen her family killed by the vampires. She was taken to the Pet Shop and was sold to a cruel and abusive vampire. Later on, her old master returned her to the shop. She became timid and had lived in fear since then. She hoped that no other vampires would buy her again.
Lord Henry, a wealthy vampire, came to the shop looking for a new pet. All of Rose's hopes were gone when the new vampire decided to choose her. It seems like the odds were not in her favor.
However, Rose felt like there is something different about her new master. A lot of unexpected events happened. Several things started to change.
What's in store for Rose when Lord Henry came to her life?
This vampire story with a plot full of twists will surely captivate you. Grab your copy now!
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The Vampire's Pet - Molly Stegall
Chapter 1
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The bell that hung above the door of the pet shop rang as it opened, shaking back and forth before finally settling. A tall man wearing a suit entered. His nose scrunched up as the unpleasant smell of the shop entered his nose.
The shopkeeper lifted his head from his paperwork, as he lowered the pen to the desk and turned to look at who had entered. His mouth stretched into a thin smile as his fingers ran through his thinning brown hair.
Ah, Lord Henry. What a pleasant surprise,
he said in a formal, rehearsed voice. The shopkeeper went over to shake the man’s hand. A few of the pets rolled their eyes in disgust.
The vampires who started the uprising long ago were the respected lords of today. They took millions of dollars and enslaved billions of humans in the process.
I'm looking for a new pet,
Henry said as he looked around the room, not particularly paying attention to what the shopkeeper was saying. Dim lights caused the hue of the room to be an ugly, disgusting, faded yellow, and unfortunately, the lack of windows allowed the color to remain. In the middle, where the vampires would walk, was a concrete walkway, while the floor of the cages was dirt. The pets knew better than to throw filth on the concrete.
Many eyes peered through the cage bars, staring at Henry. Some averted their eyes quickly; others stared right at him, almost challenging him.
Of course. Do you want a boy or a girl?
the shopkeeper asked as he started to walk.
Girl,
Henry said as he scanned a few cages. One had a girl sitting against the wall, staring in the opposite direction. Another had a girl that was drawing in the dirt, trying to pass the time.
The cages were so small that a child's head would barely touch the top of it. Each had three cement brick walls and a metal bar door.
Do you have anything in mind?
the shopkeeper asked as he continued walking, not bothering to look into the cages.
No,
Henry said as he looked into a few more. The pets varied in ages: some were as young as six, others were as old as fifty. Each age had its own advantages and disadvantages in terms of housekeeping or being a blood pet. Henry stopped suddenly as something caught his eye. What about this one?
he asked as he peered through the bars.
The shopkeeper stopped and knew which human was in there. Oh, her name is Rose,
he said in disgust.
Rose,
Henry said to himself, almost in a whisper. He stared at the back of the sleeping girl on the dirty floor. Her body was slowly falling and rising with each breath. She was curled up in a small ball as if it would protect her. Her shirt, though big, showed off her ribs as it pressed against her.
If you wish my lord, I could wake her,
the shopkeeper said as he peered into the cage.
Yes, please,
Henry said as he moved to the left a little, giving the shopkeeper more room. Despite the movement, his eyes never left the sleeping girl.
As you wish,
the shopkeeper said as he laid his hands on a chain that was connected to the door and attached to the metal collar around Rose’s neck. The chain was there to remind the pets that they were nothing but pets.
The shopkeeper yanked on the chain, harder than needed. Rose was dragged across the dirt floor, waking her with a jolt of fear and pain. She rolled on her side, coughing and gasping for air as her hands tried to relieve the tension the collar was creating. Her rasping, strained breaths echoed throughout the air before it turned to whimpers.
This,
the shopkeeper pulled the chain again, this time even harder, is Rose.
Before Rose could stop or try to lessen the impact, her body collided with the solid metal, earning another pain-filled whimper. A cloud of dirt rose around her before it settled on her skin and clothes. The shopkeeper moved to the side so Henry could get a better look. The former started to kick some of the dirt that had come onto the concrete back into her cage.
Rose looked down to avoid eye contact with him, but Henry put his finger under her chin and tilted her head up. Her bottom lip began to quiver as he touched her. His hand, however, didn’t strike her or harshly grab her, rather it gently touched her skin. Strands of her matted brown hair fell in front of her green eyes. Though they seemed to be the only light-colored eyes in the pet shop, they looked broken, in pain and completely devoid of any life that should have been gifted to her. Her clothes were ripped, old, and covered in dirt, and the stench emanating off of them told Henry that this was the only pair of clothes that she had. His nose twitched again at the funk. Slowly, her dull green eyes raised to meet his red ones.
Henry’s dark brown hair was neatly styled on top of his head, with the sides cut shorter. Like every other vampire, his eyes were red, but a different kind of red. They weren't a dark, violent maroon color like her old master’s, but a soft, kind red that she had never seen before on a vampire. His eyes were the only ones that seemed to sparkle in the dull light. The black suit he was wearing seemed to comfortably hug his figure, unlike Rose’s tattered loose clothes.
There are bruises on her. What from?
Henry asked as he tilted her head to the side. His eyes scanned over her arms and neck. A variety of blues and purples rested on top of her once tan skin.
Those are from her old master,
the shopkeeper said with a hint of satisfaction in his voice that was only noticeable to himself and Rose.
You mean she was owned before?
Henry asked as he raised an eyebrow, glancing back at the shopkeeper.
Yes sir. She actually got back about two weeks ago,
the shopkeeper said, dropping the hint of satisfaction, scared that Henry could sense it.
Why?
Henry asked as he turned his head back to Rose. She had dropped her head downwards, avoiding eye contact again.
Her master didn't say. He just didn't want her anymore,
the shopkeeper said, using his professional voice again.
How old is she?
Henry asked. The pet shop lighting and dirt, not to mention the bruises she had on her, made Rose's age hard to determine.
Nineteen,
the shopkeeper responded.
Henry's eyebrows rose. Has she been drunk from yet?
His eyes looked at her neck, trying to find any bite marks.
No sir,
he said, still a little surprised that she hadn't been drunk, especially with her blood type.
What’s her blood type?
Henry asked. Not that he cared. It was just the questions everyone asked. It almost came like second nature.
AB negative,
Henry's eyebrows rose again. AB negative blood was a very rare blood type.
Henry sat there for a few seconds, thinking as he stared at Rose. Rose stared at the ground, her bottom lip started to quiver again, but she didn’t dare move. Please don't pick me. I can't handle another master. Please don't pick me, Rose pleaded to herself as tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
Does she have any family?
Henry asked.
No sir,
the shopkeeper replied, his lips forming a straight line.
I think I'll take her,
Henry said as he stood up and fixed his suit and tie.
Are you sure? She is very shy.
Yes, I am sure,
Henry said in an irritated tone. He firmly stared at the shopkeeper, almost daring him to question him again.
The shopkeeper swallowed. Okay,
he said as he opened the squeaking rusty door of the cage. He unchained Rose and attached a leash to her collar, which he always kept with him.
Rose got out of her cage and stood up too fast. Blackness clouded her vision, and her legs began to give out, nearly sending her stumbling into Henry.
The shopkeeper yanked her towards him before she hit Henry. Behave,
he said through gritted teeth. He pushed her away from him, earning a whimper. Will you please follow me, sir,
the shopkeeper said as he started to walk towards the back room with Rose behind him and Henry at her side.
As they were walking, a torturous scream echoed behind them. They all turned around. Henry’s and the shopkeeper’s faces showed no emotion as the scene unfolded. A girl was being dragged by a fairly big man across the floor by her hair. Her hands were wrapped around the man’s arm, using all her strength to release the pressure.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it!
she begged as she struggled. The man had no trouble dragging her across the smooth concrete.
You need to learn not to talk back!
the man yelled as he harshly stomped his foot down on the girl’s stomach. She started to gasp for air as every ounce of fight left her body. He took the opportunity to drag her with more ease into a room that was strictly used for disciplining pets. A lock sounded after he shut the door. The blood-curdling screams echoed again from within the room.
Henry’s and the shopkeeper’s face remained the same.
Rose’s eyes were tightly shut, and her face was contorted in pain as if she were experiencing what the girl was going through. Her skin somehow became paler, and her breath began to grow heavier.
Can we please continue,
Henry said in an annoyed voice, making it more of a command than a question.
The shopkeeper snapped away from Rose and warmly smiled. He turned around and tugged the leash on Rose’s collar. She was too caught up thinking about the disciplining room to notice that he had begun to walk. He pulled harder and she stumbled after him.
They entered the back room. Would you like any other accessories?
The shopkeeper motioned his hands at a wall that had leashes, collars, muzzles, and nicknacks.
Henry put his finger under her chin, tilting her head up. These won’t be necessary, correct?
She quickly shook her head. He nodded and went to the wall, picking out a blue-colored collar and leash. Just these,
Henry said as he handed them to the shopkeeper.
Okay. I will need you to sign these papers, and I’ll exchange the collars and leashes,
the shopkeeper said while Henry nodded. Henry walked to a table to sign the papers as the shopkeeper made his way to Rose.
He unlocked the collar to reveal raw, tender skin on her neck. The cold air bit and nipped at her skin, but she knew better than to move.
I don’t want to see you back here. I don’t need something as pathetic as you taking up some space,
he whispered into her ear as he fastened the collar as tight as it could go before clipping it on the leash. Here you are, my lord.
Henry signed the last paper before he took the leash. The shopkeeper slid the price to the lord, who merely glanced at it before pulling out the necessary payment. While humans were considered next to worthless animals, they were not cheap.
Thank you,
Henry said as he nodded a little. He grabbed the leash and started to walk out of the building with Rose behind him.
Rose drudgingly walked behind her new master, knowing that she was going to have to start a new life.
Chapter 2
––––––––
Rose and Henry walked out of the pet shop. Rose immediately shielded her eyes from the harsh light. It was her first time in two weeks to see actual light. She breathed in deeply not only because the collar was tight on her throat but also because she had only been smelling the grunginess of the pet shop. Her eyes darted around, taking in the outside before she would be locked away again.
Henry put his sunglasses on and moved his suit closer to his body, wrapping the left side of the suit under the right side, protecting himself as much as he could. He turned his head away from the sun. But despite the precautions, the sun didn’t seem to faze him as badly as other vampires. It was known that the older the vampire, the lesser the sun affects them.
Rose’s collar was making it hard for her to breathe; with each passing breath, she felt the collar tightening around her neck, like a snake choking its prey.
Henry walked to a parked black luxury car. He opened the passenger door and motioned for Rose to get in. She only hesitated for a second before she obeyed, not fully understanding why he was allowing her to sit on a seat. Grabbing the seatbelt, Henry leaned down and buckled her in, earning a flinch and causing Rose to shut her eyes. She jumped when her door was closed. Slowly opening one eye, she watched as Henry got into the driver’s seat. He pressed a button, and the car roared to life, earning yet another flinch from Rose.
Henry had let go of the leash, and the handle fell to the floor of the car. Rose dared not touch the leash, even just to move it on the seat. If she were to touch it, she feared she would be beaten.
Henry removed his sunglasses, folded its hinges, and tucked them into his pocket as he spoke, Sorry that I was rude back there.
When silence encased them, he finally looked over at Rose. The surface of her neck was turning red due to the tight collar. He listened to her hard breathing, which she was trying to sustain. She was slowly breathing in and out through her nose.
When he reached for her collar, she flinched and closed her eyes, expecting him to hit her. Her hands started to tremble at the thought of being beaten.
It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.
His voice was calm and soothing. His fingers slowly grasped the collar. She opened her eyes as he loosened the strap, allowing her to breathe properly.
He pulled his hands away and sat back while looking at her. Rose slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. She looked at him questionably. Why didn’t he hit me? she thought as she glanced back down, not wanting to stare at him for too long.
Henry could tell she was interested in her surroundings. It was obvious by the small glances she would make towards the window or to him. He could tell she hadn’t been outside in a long time, and the fact that she was denying herself of looking at her surroundings—rather, settling for her lap—saddened him.
I didn’t hit you, because you didn’t do anything wrong. And even if you did, I still wouldn’t hit you,
he said simply as if reading minds was normal.
Did he just— she lifted her eyes to him again, shocked.
Yes I did. My power is to enter into a person’s mind,
Henry said as he looked at her; she looked back down as they made eye contact.
Silence fell between the two, a strange awkward silence.
Can you even talk?
he asked as he looked at her, realizing that she hadn’t said anything at all.
She nodded as she glanced at him again. This time she didn’t avert her eyes when they made eye contact.
Then why don’t you?
he asked.
Because up until n-now you haven’t given m-me permission to, master.
Her voice was timid and a little shaky. It took Henry a second to process her tone. Though he had expected something similar, the pain and fear behind it were so strong—too strong.
Is that a rule that your old master had imposed?
Henry asked in the kindest voice he could manage.
And t-the shopkeeper,
she added and looked down, avoiding eye contact again. She twiddled her fingers together, rubbing her thumb over a blue bruise on her hand.
Mmhh,
he said, staring off into space, thinking. Henry pushed down the anger bubbling inside him. The last thing he needed or wanted to do was scare her even more.
Silence fell over them again, and he used that cue to begin to drive, leaving the pet shop and returning to his house.
* * *
They finally arrived at the house. They drove over a paved driveway that went straight, then formed a circle at the end. It was circling a fountain. The path led to a mansion. It had dark grey walls and dark brown beams; other things like windows were outlined in dark brown. The house was two stories but looked as tall as three. Dark grey concrete tiles made up the entirety of the roof. A garage with dark brown doors was on the very left of the house and behind that was a glass dome.
Henry pressed a button, and a huge door at the side of the house began to slide up. Pulling into the garage, he pressed more buttons, and the door slid down again. The car was turned off, and he reached over to undo Rose’s seatbelt. She jerked faintly but didn’t fight against him; fighting always made it worse. Henry stepped out and walked around to her side, opening the door and motioning for her to get out. Rose slid out of the car and stood to the side. Henry grabbed her leash and began to walk inside.
They walked through a door that led into a modern kitchen. Rose’s eyes glanced up and she saw an island with barstools pushed under it. Her eyes twinkled, reflecting the bright granite countertops and perfectly clean appliances. A lonely dark brown dinner table was on the opposite side of the room. As she looked around the kitchen, she only hoped she would be lucky enough to be able to eat in it sometimes; whether it be on the floor or while she stood, she didn’t care.
Walking out of the kitchen, Rose finally allowed herself to raise her head and look at the house. The outside was more on the dark, mysterious side, while the inside was more on the light, relaxing, kind side.
The floors and stairs were a light marble. Black couches, a chair, and a small cocktail table, as well as a giant flat-screen TV were to the left, creating a spacious living room. To the right was a half curved marble staircase. The stairs led up to the bedrooms, which created a giant loft-like design. In between the kitchen and the stairwell was a dark brown door.
Rose stared in awe at the house as she tried desperately to memorize every detail, just in case she was returned. At least, she would have the beautiful image in her head. Without warning, Henry stopped walking and Rose practically had to jump back in order to avoid being too close to him. His hands reached out to her collar again, and she tightly clenched her eyes shut. She was expecting him to hit her, smack her, beat her, or yell at her for being such a bad pet. However, he didn’t do any of those things, instead, he undid the collar and pulled it away from her neck. Her eyes tensely opened as she risked to spare him a glance.
You don’t have to wear the collar.
He tossed the blue items on the couch. He started to walk upstairs. Confusion washed over Rose as she replayed his words. It almost sounded like he was angry or disgusted, but she couldn’t figure out if it was directed at her or the collar.
No, he has to be mad at me. I must have done something wrong, Rose thought as she began to prepare to be hit.
This is your room,
Henry said as he opened the dark brown door. He walked in a few feet with Rose following behind him. She froze and her eyes widened at the sight. She didn’t expect a beautiful room with windows, furniture, and a bed.
The walls were off-white, which caused the dark brown furniture to stand out. There was a queen-size bed against the wall next to the bathroom. The sheets were a solid light grey. Rose had only seen these things in her old master’s house. The thought that it was all hers was overwhelming.
Rose’s eyes teared up. She had never known the comfort of a bed, only a hard floor and a kick from her old master to wake her. The only things she could call hers were her collar and leash, even then, she had no control over them.
Th-this is all mine?
she asked still in disbelief, forgetting that she hadn’t been given permission to speak. He didn’t seem to mind though. He didn’t even notice.
Yes. If there’s something you don’t like, tell me, and I’ll change it, okay?
Henry asked her.
She nodded.
He started to walk around, showing Rose where everything was. After the small tour, they stepped out and proceeded to the room next to hers. This is my room,
Henry said as he knocked on the door with his knuckle. Then all these other rooms are guest bedrooms.
She looked at all the dark brown doors.
They made their way back to the kitchen, but instead of going into it, he turned down the hallway next to it. Henry opened a set of glass doors to reveal a beautiful garden. It had trees, bushes, and flowers, including roses. All of the flowers were full of life, and Rose couldn’t believe that so many colors existed. In the middle of the room was a small waterfall that fell out from a giant rock and into a small pond. It had large stones encircling it. There was a glass dome that surrounded the entire room, dimming but not blocking out the light. Rays of the sun fell on the water, making it sparkle. The ground was gravel and made paths around the garden.
Henry spared a glance at Rose and finally saw her dull eyes twinkle. However, after a second, she noticed him looking at her. The small amount of amazement drained from her in just a snap of a finger, and she started staring at her feet. He had to suppress a sigh before he turned around and walked away, Rose following a foot or so behind him.
Henry finally stopped when he reached the couch. His fingers began to undo the buttons of his jacket before he loosened his tie. Laying the clothing on the couch, he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. He untucked his shirt from his pants, letting it fall naturally around him. The seemingly strict persona that he had floated off of him, leaving a relaxed version behind.
Rose looked around, realizing that she hadn’t seen another pet. Usually, the master always had one or two other pets. It was rare to not have more since that meant the master would have to clean and cook. Maybe he expected her to do everything? If so, she wouldn't complain the slightest! She was a cleaning pet for her old master, so the notion wouldn’t be entirely new.
Her thoughts shattered when he spoke, You don’t have to wear your collar unless we go out. You may speak whenever you want to. You can also call me Henry when we aren’t in public. And if you want, you can go into the garden or read books.
He pointed to a closed door that Rose guessed was the library. She nodded in agreement. Well, I’m hungry,
he said as he walked to the kitchen with Rose trailing a few feet behind him. Do you want anything?
he asked as he looked in the fridge and cabinets.
No, Master,
Rose said as she looked down. He was shocked to hear her voice again. It was only the third time she had spoken.
I don’t believe you. You are basically skin and bones,
Henry said as he moved to another cabinet.
She looked at herself and ran her fingers over the sides, feeling the dip and rise of her ribs. He was right, but admitting she was hungry always got her into trouble. What am I allowed to have, Master?
She peered into the cabinet that Henry was looking in.
Henry decided to let go of the fact that she was still calling him master, rather he focused on one of many things he knew she needed. Whatever you like once you get adjusted to food. Until then, it would be best if you stuck to soups.
Yes, Master.
Henry finally managed to find an unopened can of broth. Grabbing a pot, he placed it on the stove and poured the soup into it before igniting the fire. Turning around, he looked at Rose standing, her gaze cast to the ground.
You can sit if you want.
He knew her malnourished body was weakening by the second. Obediently, Rose began to sit on the floor. On a chair,
he added. She scrambled to her feet quicker than Henry thought she was capable of. Her eyes darted to the seat and then back at Henry, trying to determine if it was a test or not. It’s okay.
Rose, almost reluctantly, sat on the barstool. Her muscles tensed in anticipation of him hitting her and yelling at her that no pet was good enough to sit on furniture.
But nothing happened.
What were you fed before?
he randomly asked.
Whatever my old master didn’t eat, master.
Henry’s jaw clenched. He had to bite his tongue and relax every muscle in his body in order not to react. The last thing he wanted to do was to scare her more than she already was. In order to keep his anger in check, he had to turn around and wait for the soup to warm.
Once the food was made, he laid it down on the table in front of Rose along with a glass of water. The same was for him.
Rose looked at the soup. She knew that vampires ate some human food, but most of them just fed on their pets.
Henry picked up his spoon and began to eat his soup. Small pieces of chicken had been added to the broth, just enough so the pair wouldn’t go hungry but not enough to cause Rose to become sick.
Rose stared at the bowl and the weirdly shaped metal thing next to it. Slowly, she looked up at Henry and saw that he was eating exactly what she was eating.
Why am I eating the same thing? I’m not supposed to eat what Master eats!
Rose,
Henry said. Her attention snapped to him. You can eat.
He glanced at her untouched soup. Her eyes frantically looked at the soup and then the spoon. Now, it wasn’t the matter that they were eating the same thing, rather that he had just given her an order and she didn’t know how to follow it. Before she resulted in picking up the bowl and drinking the soup, Henry spoke again, You don’t know how to use a spoon, do you?
N-no, Master,
her voice shook.
It’s okay.
He immediately dropped his utensil and stood next to her. Give me your hand.
She instantly did so, but instead of him pulling her out of the chair like she thought he would, he picked up her spoon and positioned it in her hand. Gently, he dipped it into the soup and removed his hand.
Mimicking what Henry had done, she brought the utensil to her lips and awkwardly slurped it. Without realizing it, her eyes widened and her face softened. She had never tasted anything so good before. After multiple more awkward tries, she was finally able to hold the spoon naturally, allowing her to eat quicker.
When she finished, Henry grabbed her dishes and placed them into the dishwasher. Turning back around, he noticed how tired she was and almost felt sorry for keeping her up. But, she needed to eat.
They walked upstairs and into Rose’s room.
"I know you’re tired, but you need to take a shower.
She nodded and he walked out of the room, leaving Rose to ponder what a shower was. A few seconds later, he returned with a pile of clothes and walked into the bathroom. Rose followed. He placed the clothes on the counter and turned around.
Do you know how to work a shower?
He figured that if she didn’t know how to hold a spoon, she didn’t know how to take a shower.
N-no, Master.
She stared at her feet.
It’s okay.
He motioned for her to follow him to the shower.
After taking a minute or two to describe everything to Rose, he turned on the water and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Hesitantly, Rose took off her oversized, dirty, smelly clothes and walked into the shower, flinching as the warm water hit her skin. Immediately, the water running into the drain turned brown. Her hands slowly raised to the tall showerhead, allowing the warmness to run over her skin. She had never had the privilege of being allowed any form of comfort; one of which was showering.
Right as she began to relax, fear struck her. She didn’t know how long she was allowed to shower. Would she get in trouble if she stayed in there too long? What would happen? Frantically moving the valve, the water finally shut off, and Rose stumbled out of the shower and quickly changed into the new clothes that he had given her.
Finally settling down in the middle of the room, she didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t told her that she could leave the room. He hadn’t told her anything to do after the shower.
After a few tense seconds, a soft knock broke the silence.
Can I come in?
Henry asked.
Y-yes, Master.
She didn’t understand why he was asking for her permission, but she couldn’t deny him.
Henry walked into the room and couldn’t help his eyebrows from raising as he looked at her. She was still soaking wet, and he watched as goosebumps covered on her skin. He walked into the bathroom and came back with a towel. Gently draping it over her shoulders, he earned a soft whimper from her.
I-I’m sorry, Master.
Now, his eyebrows knitted together. For what?
For taking too l-long in the shower, Master.
You were only in there for fifteen minutes.
Rose stayed silent as she continued to shake, whether it was in fear or because she was cold, he couldn’t tell. You can take a shower whenever you like and for how long you like.
Her eyes met his for a second. Thank you, Master.
Now, her voice was quiet, exhaustion finally sweeping over her body.
Do you need anything else?
he asked.
She violently shook her head. No, Master.
Okay. If you need anything, even if it’s in the middle of the night, you can come and get me.
She nodded.
He turned around and began to walk out of the room.
Master?
Rose called timidly. She didn’t mean to say anything! It had slipped out!
Yes?
Henry replied as he turned to look at Rose.
M-may I open the window?
Rose stuttered.
Yeah,
Henry said as he nodded. Rose slightly bowed her head, thanking him. Do you need help with it?
No, Master. Thank you, Master.
Henry went out of her room, closing her door behind him. Rose wrapped the towel closer to her and made her way to the window. She laid her hands on the bottom of the frame and grunted as she used all of her strength to lift it. Her muscles tensed and grew sore, but once it was up, she breathed out a sigh of relief. There was a screen, which kept bugs and other things from coming in. She faintly smiled as she felt the fresh, cool air on her face.
Looking down at the clothes he had given her, her eyebrows furrowed together. A pair of black oversized sweatpants hung off her hips as her feet were on top of the bottom of the pants. The red shirt went to her thighs.
Pulling the towel closer to her, she climbed into her bed and brought the comforter up to her shoulders. She didn’t care anymore if she would be punished for sleeping in the bed, too tired to care. He had said it was hers but had never given her explicit permission to sleep on it.
It has to be made out of clouds, she thought to herself as she laid there. She clutched the comforter tightly as if this were a dream and holding it was the only thing that would keep her here.
She closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep, letting darkness consume her.
Chapter 3
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Henry’s eyes fluttered open as the sun shined through the window, pulling him out of his rest. He got dressed in casual clothes this time. The suit was really only for presentation. He despised the fact that he had to dress up in order to buy a pet—a human.
Once dressed, he began to rummage through the drawers again, trying to find clothes that wouldn’t literally fall off Rose’s frame. Finally