(WARNING! The following content is 18+ in some areas, and is not suitable for younger readers, or the easily offended. Been warned!)
0.1
I first saw the world as this dark place.
A lonely place.
A scary place, that chilled my soul and quaked my bones. A world where there was no one to trust, no one to love, no one to depend upon but myself. Through the tiny gaps of my cage, I sat balled up in a tight shell of long black hair, ragged clothes, and bloodstains that had long since crusted over my unclean skin.
The stench that came from me, made me want to gag. Every waking moment, the smell of my own abused aroma, had served to remind me that I was nothing but a dirty little girl who deserved everything she got. Nothing, but a bad dog, that was fed the scraps of other people's meals long grown cold.
Or sometimes, if a servant crossed my Master's path, he would often cut a piece form them, and feed it to me. Just to give them a lesson. To show that their meat was no good; not even for a Vampire, but was more than sufficient for some monster such as me.
Because, that is what they called me.
"The Pet Monster."
They only ever let me out, to show me off to dinner guests, or to indulge in my anguish as they publicly abused me in every conceivable manner....Such memories still haunt me to this day. I still wake up; crying, sometimes....But almost always, an uncontrollable rage would just swell up inside of me. My hatred and anger for a past self that did not have the power to lash back at the hand that fed.
I hated myself for it, and still, I shall never forgive the weakness of fear that gripped me so tight that it ran my life for sixteen whole f***ing years...
That little girl in the cage did eventually grow up.
The more mature I became, the more violent, the more sexual had become my treatment. Staring between the bars of a cage did not seem all that bad compared to staring up at a ceiling, trying to block out the ragged breaths of so many men that were allowed to use such an innocent young me as nothing but a sex toy for their f***ed up amusement.
But that was all a part of the conditioning. That was all a part of the training he said.
"One day you will thank me for this. For you will realise that you have grown strong because of it."
That is what he said.
He was right.
On my thirteenth birthday " although really the date or even the day of my birth shall never ever be truly known, they let me out. My Master said he had a surprise for me, and when he said it like that, I knew it wasn't something I were going to enjoy.
It meant meeting one of his many guests in the bedroom for a sadistic round of sexual depravity that I have become accustomed to pretending to enjoy....But there were some nights, when that fine line between the lie and the truth often blurred....Sometimes, I didn't mind being used....I convinced myself I enjoyed it. I told myself that if I enjoyed it, the pain would go away. It did for a time....But something else replaced it.
An anger I never felt before. It bubbled up inside me as the latest carrion of twisted darkness did what he wanted with me, how ever he wanted.
Then it snapped. I suddenly felt alive " I felt a great weight, lifted from my shoulders, as I strangled the bastard until his gargled screams ceased altogether. But I didn't stop there. His sight sickened me ? my anger had thrown me into a fit of catharsis that screamed for more! I became the Monster that night.
My Master found me later that morning with a half eaten corpse and I, cowering in the corner with a torn apart hand, sucking the delicious warm meat from its still twitching fingers...
And he praised me.
"Good little Monster," He said. "Good little monster..."
0.1
I first saw the world as this dark place.
A lonely place.
A scary place, that chilled my soul and quaked my bones. A world where there was no one to trust, no one to love, no one to depend upon but myself. Through the tiny gaps of my cage, I sat balled up in a tight shell of long black hair, ragged clothes, and bloodstains that had long since crusted over my unclean skin.
The stench that came from me, made me want to gag. Every waking moment, the smell of my own abused aroma, had served to remind me that I was nothing but a dirty little girl who deserved everything she got. Nothing, but a bad dog, that was fed the scraps of other people's meals long grown cold.
Or sometimes, if a servant crossed my Master's path, he would often cut a piece form them, and feed it to me. Just to give them a lesson. To show that their meat was no good; not even for a Vampire, but was more than sufficient for some monster such as me.
Because, that is what they called me.
"The Pet Monster."
They only ever let me out, to show me off to dinner guests, or to indulge in my anguish as they publicly abused me in every conceivable manner....Such memories still haunt me to this day. I still wake up; crying, sometimes....But almost always, an uncontrollable rage would just swell up inside of me. My hatred and anger for a past self that did not have the power to lash back at the hand that fed.
I hated myself for it, and still, I shall never forgive the weakness of fear that gripped me so tight that it ran my life for sixteen whole f***ing years...
That little girl in the cage did eventually grow up.
The more mature I became, the more violent, the more sexual had become my treatment. Staring between the bars of a cage did not seem all that bad compared to staring up at a ceiling, trying to block out the ragged breaths of so many men that were allowed to use such an innocent young me as nothing but a sex toy for their f***ed up amusement.
But that was all a part of the conditioning. That was all a part of the training he said.
"One day you will thank me for this. For you will realise that you have grown strong because of it."
That is what he said.
He was right.
On my thirteenth birthday " although really the date or even the day of my birth shall never ever be truly known, they let me out. My Master said he had a surprise for me, and when he said it like that, I knew it wasn't something I were going to enjoy.
It meant meeting one of his many guests in the bedroom for a sadistic round of sexual depravity that I have become accustomed to pretending to enjoy....But there were some nights, when that fine line between the lie and the truth often blurred....Sometimes, I didn't mind being used....I convinced myself I enjoyed it. I told myself that if I enjoyed it, the pain would go away. It did for a time....But something else replaced it.
An anger I never felt before. It bubbled up inside me as the latest carrion of twisted darkness did what he wanted with me, how ever he wanted.
Then it snapped. I suddenly felt alive " I felt a great weight, lifted from my shoulders, as I strangled the bastard until his gargled screams ceased altogether. But I didn't stop there. His sight sickened me ? my anger had thrown me into a fit of catharsis that screamed for more! I became the Monster that night.
My Master found me later that morning with a half eaten corpse and I, cowering in the corner with a torn apart hand, sucking the delicious warm meat from its still twitching fingers...
And he praised me.
"Good little Monster," He said. "Good little monster..."