On Her Knees

we had steppe

to glide across air itself. I felt neither heat nor a gentle breeze against my skin. My ear could not pick up on any noises in the background; not the sound of birds in the trees or the scurrying of small an

out of it. After a second of me realizing how empty our environment

us as if we were standing nearly a foot away from a freeway. My captor stopped moving and

ed forward. It sounded as though he opened the car door and stepped inside, sitting me o

empty and, I immediately began struggling in his hold. I didn't

ting against my earlobe. The metallic scent of blood lingered on his lips and I

owing me that he was more than capable of keeping me here. I stopped struggling and the man bar

try to pick up on specific sounds that would tell me where I might be and how to get back here. I could clearly hear th

g by with the occasional sound of a car horn. The radio wasn't even playing in the car. For about 20 or

y abductors were vampires. Their strength out matched my own several hundred times over. I would never manage to sneak up on one of them and even if I did,

or me to even begin formulating an escape plan. T

to a stop, I was s

tomed to be at the top of the food chain with all lesser beings subm

ew that they brought me here to be someone or several men's sexual play-thing but I refused to give up virtue.

me manner as he had done before. I heard the sound of heavy metal scrapping against the ground

rhead lamp in the room. I was standing on what looked like a heavily illuminated stage, complete with black, satin curtains behind me. Beyond th

er. As luck would have it, I was standing next to the same chestnut haired girl again and for some unknown reason, she leaned into me again. It

nded of how incredibly young she looked and I pitied her. She, more than anyone of us here on this stage, didnt deserve this. She shouldn't be expose

er my arm, I made another promise to mysel

hroughout the room from an invisib

vampires thus far: about 5 foot 4 with thin, sandy blonde hair. He looked emaciated, his grey eyes su

followed close behind the smaller hand, hol

several times so that he could wrap the measuring tape around her bust and hips and run it down the length of her body. He seemed to be recording the measurem

the neckline, plunging nearly half way down the length of the garment and holes where strips of leather cord where stringed through, were placed on both sides of the v-shape. From the looks of it, the cords were meant to be tied i

s to my right, working quickly and in complete silence. When he came to the smaller girl standing closer to me, the vampire with the green eyes seized the opportunity to get as close to me

it and though it wasn't much, I was grateful for that i

to ask me to bend for him to do his work; he wasn't that much shorter than I was. He wrapped the tape around

's. How could that be? What creature's skin cou

ber he had marked off with his thumb. His scowl deepened wh

problems or had spent half of his lifetime smoking. Combined with his diminutive stature and his sunke

ve would fit her." He began combing thr

that people never really found a word to categorize and that boys rarely gravitated toward- at least not the boys at my previous high school.

urrounded by girls who would all pass themselves off as models and this tiny little monster was standing here, pointing out a

ver liked my girls too thin." His fingers were curling ar

hat people hope to get from bottled, spray tans but the sun kissed glow, courtesy of my birth mother's Middl

ith that." I took it from him with my hands that were still bound in front of my body, gave him a little nod of appre

o see him standing near the satin curtains, pulling the

I had made to myself to keep her safe. I pulled her body in front of me, walking close behin