Freedom At Last! Drabble 1 (TW)
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Freedom At Last! Drabble 1 (TW)

𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰/𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽: Mention of abuse, physical assault and torture.

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1,580 Words

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It was the day after Servause Balcombe's birthday. She had just turned 18. She was legally an adult, and would have to, according to Pack Law, mate with a wolf of the Alpha's choosing, however that wasn't going to happen. Servause's pack called the Blood Moon Pack, had celebrated it like every other wolf's birthday in their pack. It was amazing. Dancing, singing and of course eating heaps of food. Many of them gave her gifts and the Alphas had gifted her a white gown. Which they had ordered her to put on in front of the pack.

Stripping off her black dress, that she wore, she slipped the white dress on. Leaving the black dress for the Thralls (slaves), to pick up. The party went on until midnight, then the Alphas concluded it and retired to their house for the night. After her party, Servause, tired and exhausted from it, also retired to her room, collapsing onto her queen sized bed, falling into a deep sleep once her head hit the pillow.

She awoke hours later, restrained with silver chains on her ankles, her arms were chained behind her back as well. The silver chains, where made of real silver, and it bit into her skin, leaving burn marks. Drool ran down her from her muzzled mouth, which was burning from the silver metal bar in it. The saliva ran down her chin to her white gown soaking it with saliva, making her gown stick to her skin. She tried to move but wasn't able to get up at all. She squirmed and growled in fear as panic surfaced. She soon realized that she was now a captive. Why and to whom? She didn't know. Yet. She heard voices talking on the other side of the door, words like 'price', and a few other words that she wasn't able to quite make out. She stopped trying to listen, when she heard the voices on the other side stop.

Heavy foot-steps and deep sighs from the two men sounded as they walked closer to were she was. The door of the room, slammed open. with a large THUD! It slammed so hard that you could hear the wood splinter. Servause listened as one of the men came towards her. A sense of dread washed over her in waves. She felt uncertain, scared and wanted to know what was going on. And why the hell had she been tied up. A tall white man, with blue eyes and blonde hair, a Norse dhampir, had come into the dark place.

The Alpha stood at the door. His face twisted with a smirk of evil and yet a relieved look on his face. He had sold her to the Dhampir, because he had felt threatened by her existence. A wolf-pup with red eyes, was bound to become an Alpha someday, and he didn't want her to become one of his pack. He wanted one of his own children to take over. So, he had made some calls, ordered his Thralls to tie her up in the room and soon he had found a buyer.

The room servause had been placed in, had no light, pure darkness engulfed around her. She wasn't able to see anything, unless she shifted to her wolf eyes. Red eyes, that of a potential Alpha. She was about to try getting up, when she felt strong arms wrap around her waist and lift her up. The Dhampir had just bought her from the Alpha. He had come into the room to collect her. He lifted her to his right shoulder and walked out of the room and the house, to a truck where he threw her into it and took off.

Hours later, the car slowed down and the guy climbed out of his truck, opened the back of the truck and grabbed her again, tossing her over his right shoulder. He moved away from the truck and walked to the house. Putting her down on the steps, and opening the door, he grabbed her, walking inside. The blonde looked around her surroundings as best as she could. She saw what was a small cabin. Like you would imagine a pioneer living in. The man finally put her down, and shoved her into a small dog cage, undoing her wrist chains, to put them in front of her fastening her to the cage with a hook. He locked her in and retired for the night.

The next day, he took her out and placed her on a silver table, chaining her down. He ripped her gown off, and with a silver whip he beat her relentlessly. The pain was the worst thing to happen to her. The sting of the whip, cutting into her back, the blood trickling out of her body, and  flowing faster with each strike that ripped her back open. He continued until she was nearly passed out, and then he - raped her. Digging his fingers into her wounds, without mercy as he moved in and out of her. She screamed in pain as his nails dug into her wounds. Her breathing shallow and coming in gasps as she dug her own nails into her palms, trying to put her mind somewhere else.

He continued until he had enough and then took her back to the cage, leaving her there naked. For the next 118 years, she would endure the rapes, the beating, the constant pains that he dealt her. She also learned that her captor, her master, was a dhampir, a vampire/human hybrid. Everyday she would hope and dream for freedom. Everyday. It never came. Everyday it happened, and every night she would cry herself to sleep, miserable.

118 years of suffering under the dhampir's cruelty. And it finally ended. One night after he had hurt her severely. He had locked her away in the cage. He was to retire to his bed soon and she would be left alone. But the sounds of shattering glass, and the yelling of two men sounded. It drew closer and closer to her. She grew scared and cowered. Leaning against the furthest parts of the cage that she could. Peering out with wide blue eyes, at the fighting before her. Her Master was trying to dodge a much bigger and leaner vampire. But it wasn't fast enough. The  bigger vampire grasped her master and tore his head off with a quick twist of his hands. She watched in horror as the head rolled away towards the cage.

The vampire, hearing her gasp, looked in her general direction and slowly walked up to her. She was grateful and yet fearful, at now the unknown. The vampire leaned down to her cage and broke it. He gently removed her chains and helped her out of the cage. He took off his cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders, being careful to not hurt her back wounds that were freshly healing still. He didn't speak for sometime as he led her out of the house. He gently picked her up and placed her on a black horse and swung up behind her, gripping the reins and then took off for his place.

They rode in silence for a good few hours. He finally broke it when he helped her down from the horse once they got a castle. "You're safe now." He told her as he gently led her to the front doors and to the kitchen to get her something to heat. Thralls, where at work, cooking and creating meals. Sure the Master Of the House was a vampire, but even he liked to indulge on human food, at times.

He helped her to a seat and sat down on the opposite side at the head of the table as the Thralls came and served them the food. They ate in silence and after the meal, he ordered a bath for her and she bathed with the help of the Thralls. Once done, her wounds were treated and dressed. Servause, headed out into the living room and sat in a chair, as the vampire sat down in one alongside her. "My name is Servause Balcombe, sir." She said to him as she bowed her head avoiding his gaze.

Seeing this he gently reached out to her, lightly touching her chin and lifting her head forcing her to look at him. "No need to be scared or to look down at me. You may look at me anytime you wish." His voice is soothing and comforting. She swallowed and nodded her head. "Yes, Sir." She replied in a scared timid voice, barely a whisper. Lucius smiled at her. "Please call me, Lucius." He tells her as he releases her chin and moves it to his chair rest. He snaps his fingers and a Thrall comes with a cup of blood, and a cup of wine. The blood he took and he handed her the wine. She sniffed it cautiously and looked at him with a confused look on her face.

Seeing the confusion on her face, he chuckled lightly. "It's wine - at least yours is - mine is blood with wine." She nodded her head to him and sat back taking a sip of her wine. She and the vampire talked and dunked the night away until they both fell asleep in their chairs.

The next day was a new beginning for the she-wolf. And she was looking forward to it.

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