She looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was around noon. Penny looked up towards the coffin where her completely terrible master, Draco, slept. Vampire's night was her daytime. Her only chance. She was cautious though. Very cautious still. It had been a week in this hellhole for Penny. Now he was just being careless, unless of course, he wanted her to escape.
The shackles that kept her hands above her head weren't fastened tight enough. Her hands could slip through with relative ease. She hopped up, and tiptoed to the chair by his bed. His clothes were still draped over them from when he took them off to sleep. Even vampires sleep naked, apparently. She slipped on what turned out to be another sweater, as though he was constantly freezing. Penny was always frigid, perhaps their connection made it worse for the two of them. Fear had stricken through her. Perhaps her consciousness had awoken his? Ears trained on his coffin and his mind, he was dreaming.
The sweater was lovely and long enough to cover her ass and sex, but the pants fell to her ankles as soon as she began to walk. Too loose. She slipped them off, and tried the socks on for size. Perfect. This would be an easy escape, she could tell. It was time to go. Penny hadn't fully broken yet, but her resolve had been slipping, and she was constantly exhausted from bloodsucking mayhem. The young girl had a life back home, and people that missed her and needed her.
Opening the door, she almost let out a cry of glee. Penny was expecting an obstacle of a locked door. She went sideways through the door, lest any cold air get out. Homestretch now. She cascaded down the hall, her feet flying. There was the door. Recognizing it as the one she had come through originally, she opened it and was practically blinded by the sun. She wanted to dance, to skip and jump, she was no longer a slave! This would be the easiest part. All she had to do was get out of the woods before the sun set in the western sky.
Starting on a light jog, she thought about how weak she was. They had fed her one big meal at dinner but then she would wake up hungry, starving by lunch, and insane by dinner. Vicious cycles.
A wolf howled, she looked around warily in the forest, but saw nothing. She crossed her arms protectively over her chest, feeling exposed. Penny thought to herself, how convenient if a wolf killed me, then I wouldn't have to explain myself and my state. Still, nothing happened, not like she was disappointed. Living was lovely. Except with the vampires, then it kind of sucked. Somehow, living around the dead had made her feel dead. Another howl, a different wolf. Closer.
Penny jumped. "Don't be afraid, Miss." She whirled to around to a gentle-speaking man. He looked older, at least thirty-five. "I don't mean to harm you."
Wary, she took a step away from me. Penny tried to give him a weak smile, "Just, point me in the direction out of these woods." She was nervous. They made her jumpy. They stood, like they were looking at a piece of property.
"No, I can't do that, dearie." He soothed. "Have any of those nasty vampires imprinted on you?"
She heard the word. It was her connection with Draco. If she said yes, he would probably kill her. If she said no, Draco could always find her if things got hairy. "No." Penny was stepping backwards as he was stepping forward. She had walked a few miles into the woods, away from the house. It was too late. The idiot girl had back straight into another guy. She turned to face them both. "Please just leave me alone. I want to go home." They were both ripped muscle wise.
"No can do baby." The one on the left shook his head. He had olive skin and reddish brown hair. "Come with us. We'll treat you right."
Looking down, a smirk on her face, she shook her head, even though she was frightened in broad daylight. "No thanks, just show me how to get out of here and I'll go."
"Just grab her, Jet. She's not coming no matter how you persuade her." He had a country accent. He seemed a little bit older than his partner and her.
Jet, apparently, agreed. "Last chance, baby."
Penny didn't wait as she ran from them. Not in the direction of the vampire's house, mind you, but she did run. Her feet pounding the ground, she knew that they would be bloody and that the socks would be covered in dirt and mood. The wind rushed through her hair, which was tied up from the night before. Arms pumping, and breathing hard, she didn't dare look back behind her.
Draco awoke in a furious panic. It was nine at night, but he had been plagued with nightmares. Penny was in trouble. His slave. Glancing to her bed, he hoped that they were just dreams. He was dead wrong. She had escaped. He cursed aloud, her consciousness so powerful in her state of fear.
Werewolves had kidnapped her. It was so typical of them to take sloppy seconds. They were beasts, who were fucking the hell out of her. The evil creatures had started out being real sweet. The females fed her generously, and she showered and chatted. Then of course, the males had gotten animalistic and rough with her.
She was led to a bedroom, with two of the male werewolves. His slave was wary. Penny looked around, and she wondered how she could get these dogs to leave her body alone. All day they had casually brushed up against her, hugged her tightly and grabbed her ass when it was easy to take. It set her on edge. They had dressed her in a tank top and lacy bra that were both to small on her. The tank top was too tight, and the bra was pushing her breasts upward. The top of the cups were visible, and it was driving her insane.
"Are you sure none of the vampires imprinted you?" The redheaded, tan boy inquired. He had been watching her, along with all the groping. She would turn around to see his sly smile constantly, every few hours. Creeps.
"They didn't, Jet," Penny lied, "listen, I appreciate all this, but I really need to leave now."
The vampire sighed in relief, there was hope. Werewolves killed imprinted humans on site, and she was wise to lie. Now he could at least find her. If he wanted to. That was a tough decision. His slave had run away! Of course, he could understand why, but did he still want her? Draco didn't even know if he could trust her with them.
"No, no," Jet replied, "Come onto the bed, it's nice."
