Just two hours ago, Carly had been a free, runaway slave. Now, to her disbelief and regret, she was a captured slave once more, in a car on her way to a new master.  Covering her torso was a black tank top, while a pair of tight white spandex pants covered her muscled legs.  Her bare feet dangled over the edge of the seat as her fists pounded into the black divider, seperating her and the driver.  "I am not going through this shit again you fucker!"  She yelled, though the driver did not hear the tiny, purple haired neko's curses.

After a twenty minute drive, the car finally pulled to a halt, Carly heard a door open and slam shut, before the locked door next to her finally opened.  She jumped up and dived forward , trying to escape, but a escort's meaty hands grabbed the shackles connecting her hand, and dragged the slave to the front door of a house.  He rung the doorbell and whistled, ignoring the fist beating against his chest, the profanities and swears being yelled at him.  It was as if the attractive young slave was merely a fly to the stoic man.  

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Sheek heard the door and went to it, his 6'11" frame towering over both people that were on the doorstep when he opened the door. "Go away," he said to the slaver and dragged her in.
"I don't like your clothes. Too sexy. You need real clothes. Let's go. Shopping, now." Sheek said as he dragged her out the door and shoved her in the car.

Carly's struggles were temporarily forgotten when the door opened and a goliath walked out.  Her head was just above his belly button, while the guards was at the man's chest.  The guard, clearly a bit frightened, got into the car when commanded to, and drove off.  The woman was about to open her mouth in protest, but then he addressed her clothes.  Heated tones snapped back at him, "I did not pick them out, I personally hate them.  I'm not one who likes to flaunt things I don't want anyone to see."  

She dug her feet into the ground when he tried dragging her, but it was no use against the towering man.  Carly leaned back against her seat and huffed.  "I don't like being forced to do things, even if it is just getting into a car.  You have no right to control the way I act, you and several other people lately have forgoteen thatt, dammit."

Sheek blew his cigarette smioke in her face.

"If you would stop your ranting long enough to process some information, I am not telling you what to do. You will wear new clothes that I will provide money for or you will walk around naked! I have only four simple rules. No ordering me around, no yelling, no trying to leave, and no being stupid. If you take the time to realize that I am very laid back, you will realize I am not ordering you around, I am trying to help you, Also, If you behave, you may call me my name, and I will call you yours. Misbehave and I am Master you are Slave. I will not tell you what punishments will be bestowed. You will have to try not to find out. Carly."

Carly coughed at the cigarette smoke.  "I could care less if you die of cancer, but I don't want a lung desease because of second-hand smoke."  Her ears tuned into what he was explaining, but her force was contorted in defiance and dissapproval.  "I am fairly sure I'll break the first three rules, and most likely the last if you consider breaking rules you know of is stupid.  If you were trying to help me, you would let me go return to my old life.  I'm quite a curious cat, so I will try to find out what your punishments are."  Her vocals were harsh and cold.  Carly hated people who thought they were decent, when they supported something as horrid and demeaning as slavery.  Her eyes flickered from her face, before they merely gazed out the window.

"Dammit you fucking little bitch you don't fucking piss off a vampire! You don't fucking get it I wanted you to be happy and be my friend not my fucking slave!" Sheek's fangs were steadily growing, and he grabbed and yanked her ear, getting into her mind and causing her to feel more pain than anyone could ever cause outside of her body.

Carly quickly snapped a reply to Sheek, "I don't want to be happy as a slave, only as a free person, back at my home."  Her eyes darted from the window to his face, where his canines were slowly growing and sharpening.  He had said he was a vampire, but she hadn't believed it.  Here was proof, but her face remained stoic, except for when he grabbed her ear.  The pain filling her made her writhe and bite down on he rlips, causing it to bleed.  No sound was made, except for the noise of her appendages moving against the seat, Carly trying to get the pain away.  

Sheek intensified the pain, pulled harder on her ear, then whispered into it: "The only way you will be free is if you die," before he sank his fangs deep into her neck.

When more intense pain waves entered her body, Carly writhed and wriggled even more, her body thrashing as her torso moved rapidly.  It was as if her flesh was burning, her bones were breaking.  Even through a cloak of pain, the slave could make out what Sheek was saying.  Her words of not wanting to die were caught in her throat when Sheek's sharp fang dug into her neck, bead of blood pooling at the wound.  Even more pain filled her as her hands reached forward and atempted to shove away his head.

Sheek caught her wrists in one hand and pulled back, sealing the wounds with his tongue.

"I don't ask for much. I don't see why you can't understand that." He continued the slow 'cracking bones, acidified flesh, cut nerves, torn ligaments, ruptured organs, and busted eardrums', deciding to leave out the muscles for now. "Are you going to calm down and try to help me make this work?" he asked softly in her abused ear.  

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Even with her neck wound healed, the pain only increased.  Carly was hardly listening to his words, her anguish overpowering all her senses.  When he asked a question of if she was going to make this work, she was about to respond yes, but then her spirit kicked back in.  "No."  She muttered, before biting her bleeding lip again to keep from screaming.

So Sheek merely intensified the pain, then made it vanish. "Fine go, you have no money, no friends, no idea where you are, and the chance of being picked up by strangers who would actually hurt you rather than make you feel it inside. Go ahead and refuse the chance to find your old life, and go make a name for yourself in the obituaries. I'll be sure to look for you." Sheek let go of her ear. "I will never know how well I could have treated you. I wish I could. I told you. I don't want you as a slave. But tear yourself up, it means nothing to me."

Finally, the pain had ended.  Carly lithe body immediately relaxed and stopped writhing when she experince no more anguish.  Her eyes met Sheek's, trying to figure out why he had suddenly stopped, but she was happy he did.  What he said was true, her family was hundreds of miles away, and there was no way she could make it there without being picked up by a creepy rapist or something like that.  "Whatever, I shall stay with you," her voice came in a huff of anger at her situation.

"As you know is best. Now. Shopping," Sheek said as he started the car and drove off to the mall. "I am going to assume you are hungry and want to get cleaned up when we get back?" Sheek asked pleasantly.

The slaves face remained contorted with anger as Sheek talked, her still mad about him inflicting so much pain upon her.  "A shower and food sounds good to me.  I don't even know your name, what is it?"  Her inquiring voice was not as enjoyable as his, but full of quivering rage and loathing.

"If you calm down, Carly, I will tell you," Sheek said softly. "Anger won't help you." Sheek smiled gently at the road, then pulled into the mall parking lot. He got out and waited for her. Through it all, he gently stroked her Neko ear, He didn't like hurting people.

Carly took a deep inhale, before letting out a long soothing exhale, her stress and rage beginning to ebb just a small bit.  Her eyes darted from his face to out the window, at all the people strolling along nonchalantly.  Her hand slapped away Sheek's, the woman not liking being touched, before she opened the door and stepped out.  Her green eyes found her master's, "Are you going to tell me your name now, or will I have to address you as 'guy'?  'Cause I'm certainly not going to call you master."

"I don't want you to call me Master you will call me Sheek." Sheek walked away, knowing she would have to follow if she wanted to remain unharmed. This was not the safest part of town.

"Alright then, Sheek," came her vocals in a a sneer, as Carly followed her master towards the small in long strides.  "You say my clothes are too sexy, so what is considered non-sexy.  Like, would jeans and a t-shirt be fine, or what?"

"Yes it would be, CARLY." Sheek said softly.