ROLEPLAY HQ - the-vampires-slave

Deep in the undercity's black market district, one must shudder past an assortment of less than desirable figures. Shoulder-to-shoulder, one is guided to a dimly lit alleyway to a sign illuminated by the dancing glow of a candle. It reads 'Slave Emporium'. As one enters, they are greeted by the strong scent of herbal incense used to mask the underlying hints of despair. One passes by many creatures of varying forms before happening upon a cage. Inside rests a short human with dirty, white hair and a form akin to skin pulled over bone. @neptunethia

She stairs at the short human, letting her fangs. Her deep red eyes roaming all over his short weak body. "You, I want you, where do I pay?" Victoria says with a stern British voice.

A shopkeeper approaches the lady as he notices her hovering around Salem's cage. "Good evening, madam. Does this product interest you?" The middle-aged man speaks in a slow, honeysuckle sweet drawl while gesturing to Salem who by now is awake. His eyes flicker open to show off two pink iris which portray a vaguely vampiric semblance.

Victoria smiles her sweet vampire smile and lowers her hood while she turns to the middle-age man. Her long black hair falls down perfectly beside her face. "Good evening good Sir, yes this product is very interesting to me. So how much for him?" Her words are cold yet respectful, as her eyes watch Salem with great interest.

"A thousand and he's yours." He replies. A slave with this low a price tag must have a reason behind it, but nevermind that. The gentleman takes Victoria's money and unlocks the cage. Salem pushes his back against the rear bars, but cannot raise his hands as they are bound and shackled.

"Pleasure doing business with you tonight." she says as she waits for her new slave to come out. "Come on slave, I am not a women known for waiting." Victoria spits at her new slave, bearing her fangs at him.

Seeing wisdom in avoiding conflict where unnecessary, he exits the cage and does his best to stand up straight. Salem is considerably shorter than the vampire, but this fact is emphasized by his slight hunch from being cooped up in a cramped cage. He doesn't speak, unwilling to incur his buyer's wrath.

Victoria nods before tying Salem's wrist together with a length of rope and blindfolding him so he can not escape or truly know where the mansion is. She starts to lead him to her car. "Get in Slave now"

He reluctantly enters, bumping his crown off of the vehicle a few times in the process. Salem curls up in the corner and cowers in fear of Victoria. Again, he dares not speak. However, a flurry of questions batter his mind such as 'why am I here?' and 'who are you?'. The human begins to shake a little, whether out of fear or how cold he was is uncertain.

She looks into the rear view mirror and see that he is shaking "what is your name slave?" Victoria asks with care and honey in her voice "You have nothing to fear as long as you live by my rules."

He looks up to glance momentarily into her eyes through the window, quickly averting his gaze. "S-Salem..." He responds in a hushed tone. His accent is vaguely French, bit his quietness makes it hard to discern.

"While Salem we are not home, your safe." Victoria says as she pulls in front of a huge mansion with a ton of rooms. She gets out of the car and opens Salem's door. "lets go"

He crawls out of the car, following behind the vampire with an obvious limp. As he hobbles along, Salem imagines her inspecting her newest purpose with woeful scrutiny.

She leads him to a shower "Salem you fist need to take a shower and clean your self. So here I will watch you to make sure you don't ran off."

Much as he would prefer to protest, he begrudgingly begins to remove his clothing before Victoria until he is completely bare. Before her, his body shines under the light as his pale skin seems to deflect the light away. The human embarrassingly begins cleaning himself with the hot water. It's the first shower in countless days, so he's silently thankful.

A small smile grows on her face as she eyes Salem. As she waits for him, she takes off her dress leaving her in her corset and under wear.

Out of the corner of his eye, Salem watches Victoria. His skeletal form shudders as he turns away. He now works on cleaning his severely matted hair, desperately trying to untangle all the gunk-bound knots.

"is everything ok Salem?"

13:42

her voice is calm and relaxed. "you better get used to this. Cause you will see me a whole lot more"

He whines gently in protest to his mistress, but doesn't push his distaste any further. He elects to try and block her out and instead relax in the shower. Salem focuses on the sensation of each droplet as it cascades down his body.

she smiles and waits quietly. As Salem finishes his shower Victoria walks off to get him some food as a another slave watchs hime

14:55

(sorry about the late resond my house was flooding)

@Salem

(( @Salem @neptunethia may i archive this? ))