ωє'яє σηℓу нєяє тσ ∂ιє

ѕανє мє -
ι'м тяαρρє∂ ιη α νιℓє ωσяℓ∂,
ωнєяє тнє єη∂ιηgѕ αяє тнє ѕαмє αѕ єνєяу σтнєя
ωє'яє σηℓу нєяє тσ ∂ιє
ѕανє мє -
ι'м ℓσѕιηg му σηℓу ∂яєαм,
ι ¢αη υѕє ѕσмє gυι∂ιηg ℓιgнт, ѕσмє ρℓα¢є тσ gσ
ιƒ уσυ нєαя мє ℓєт мє кησω

Annalise "Anna" Michaels || Human || Slave

Matthew "Shadows" or "Matt" Sanders || Demon || Son of Hell

ѕανє мє -
ι'м тяαρρє∂ ιη α νιℓє ωσяℓ∂,
ωнєяє тнє єη∂ιηgѕ αяє тнє ѕαмє αѕ єνєяу σтнєя
ωє'яє σηℓу нєяє тσ ∂ιє
ѕανє мє -
ι'м ℓσѕιηg му σηℓу ∂яєαм,
ι ¢αη υѕє ѕσмє gυι∂ιηg ℓιgнт, ѕσмє ρℓα¢є тσ gσ
ιƒ уσυ нєαя мє ℓєт мє кησω

Annalise
Life for me was seemingly normal. I was the typical college girl. Going to parties, working in a bar, getting good grades. I had gone to college for music production and everything was going great. Up until Halloween. Like usual I was working at the bar. Guys hitting on me. One in particular. He was handsome. He was about 6' 4", well built. He had short blonde hair, deep blue eyes. Whenever my shift was over, he offered to walk me to my car, he had seemed sweet enough, so I said yes. After I had locked up the bar, and we made our way to my car, he had put his hand over my mouth and nose. Within seconds, I was out like a light, and that is the last thing I remember from that night.

Now here I am, three years later. I at some point, had figured out that I was being sold as a slave. I had no idea what kind, or why they had picked me. I fought them whenever I could. Most of the time though, they kept me sedated. Just enough to where I couldn't fight them back. I was hung from the ceiling by chains around my wrists, my toes just barely touching the ground. There were probably a thousand girls here with me. Wherever here was. At the end of every day, they took us down, forced us to eat. Just enough to keep us looking healthy, then they threw us in cages. In the morning, they would make us shower and get the dirt off of us. Then we were hung back up. Like peices of meat. Same procedure every day. Including today.

Something about today felt different. I had a feeling I was going to get out of this place. I didn't know how, but I just knew that I would. Just like usual, they made me dress in a skimpy bra and underwear to match it. Then, they held me down, put some sedatives in me, carried me up the steps, and took me to my section. I had found out that I was in the expensive category. 1 million dollars was the price on my head, because I was a natural red head and a virgin. I don't know how long I was hanging in the same spot, but a pair of voices caused me to move my head as best as I could. One was the voice I heard every day. It belonged to the blonde man who took me in the first place. The second one however, I didn't recognize. It was deeper, slightly raspy. "If you like fighters, this one is perfect for you. We keep her sedated so she doesn't hurt anyone." The blonde man said. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head up, causing me to whimper in pain. I looked at the man infront of me. He was tall. Extremely muscular, and he had deep hazel eyes. He had a dark and twisted smile on his face. I knew there was nothing good about this man. I could feel it.

Annalise

I wanted to push and fight him whenever he threw me over his shoulder. I didn't know where this man was taking me, or what his plans were for me, but I didn't want to find out. What I did know, was that after the sedatives wore off, I would be able to fight and run. I had a chance at finally getting free.

My red hair that I normally kept short, had grown rather long. Past the middle of my back. I still had the chains around my wrists from where they had hung me, I felt weak and I hated it. I tried to push myself up so that I could see where we were going, but my muscles didn't want to cooperate. Every time I managed to get a grip on his back, my weight made my arms buckle.

We finally came to a stop and I heard a car door open. It wasn't long before I was sitting in the passenger side of what I was going to assume was his car. The windows were tinted to the point of where you couldn't see inside of the car, so I knew nobody would be able to see me, so there was no way of signaling for help, even if I managed to muster up the energy to do so.

Whenever he closed the door, my head slumped against the window. I was scared, I wasn't going to lie. I lifted my head as much as I could whenever he got in and looked at him, my blue eyes narrowed due to the sun. I couldn't tell you the last time that I actually saw daylight.

"W-where are you taking me," I said, my voice cracking. I watched him as he began to drive down the road. I tried to open my door, but he had the child locks on which meant I couldn't roll down the window and I couldn't open the door. "P-please let me go," I begged him, I knew it was probably no good to beg, but I had to try.

Annalise

I looked at him. A name to a face. Matt. He certainly wasn't bad looking, but in my mind he was a monster. "W-what are you going to do to me?" I asked, not answering his question about my name. my voice still raspy and cracking. I looked up as we pulled into the driveway of a rather nice looking house, unfortunately trees were surrounding it, so it looked as if he lived in the middle of nowhere.

Even if I did manage to escape, I would die in the woods before I found someone to save me. I watched as he put the car in park, I could tell that the sedatives were starting to wear off, but not enough for me to do anything. I didn't want to ruin my chances of escaping before I could even actually do it.

Annalise
So many thoughts were flooding through my head. Slave. If i survive then wife. What kind of person was he? Especially if he thought I was going to marry him.

I tried pushing away from him as best as I could while he had me over his shoulder, but it did me no good. I whimpered slightly, not knowing what was in store for me. "P-please don't do this," I said quietly. I just wanted to go home. I wanted my life back.

Annalise
I hesitated a moment before putting the shirt on. It by no means fit me the way it should, unless it was meant to be a belly shirt. There was a gap of skin showing that went from where the top of my underwear were, to about an inch above my belly button.

"C-can I have something to eat?" I asked, watching him with cautious blue eyes. I had been given just enough food to keep me looking healthy, but not nearly enough to satisfy my hunger. I was starving, and hadn't eaten in three days because I had bit one of the men working where I was kept.

Annalise
Whenever he handed me the plate, my eyes widened. I was absolutely starving, and it smelled delicious. At this current point in time, I didn't care about what Matt wanted with me. I just wanted to eat.

One thing I did know, was that I was going to have to put up with him until I got my strength back. I wasn't stupid. I couldn't escape. Not in the condition I was in at the moment. I didn't hesitate whenever he handed me the food. I would glance up at him every so often. I honestly was afraid that he would take it away from me. That's something they liked to do backk where he got me from.

I would fight him until I could escape. " W-what do you expect me to do for you?" I asked softly, looking up at him. I knew that if I sold the idea that I wouldn't run or fight, he would trust me. Maybe even enough that I could escape when he wasn't paying attention.

Annalise
Even though this man was rather attractive, if he thought I was just going to let him fuck me whenever he wanted without me putting up a fight, he was sadly mistaken. "If i manage to survive?" I said as a question, glancing up at him with confused blue eyes. "Why would you want to make me your wife? What makes you think that I'll willingly marry some man who bought me thinking that I'm some sort of slave?" I said, eating some more food. I wanted to eat as much as I could before I pissed him off and he decided that I couldn't have the rest of it.

Annalise
I stared into his hazel eyes, trying to decide my next move. To sass back, or not to sass back. I decided I was just going to stay quiet for now. I finished eating before looking at him. "Where's the bathroom?" I asked. When he pointed me in the right direction, I set my plate down and stood up from the bed and waited a moment. The sedatives were almost worn off, but if I played my cards right, I could get him to believe that they were still in my system. I placed my hand on the wall and stumbled to the door.

Once I was out of his sight, I stood up straight and walked to the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it behind me. It had been so long since I had seen my reflection, I forgot what I looked like. I bit my lip before walking over to the mirror. The person I saw infront of me, was completely different. My tan was long gone. My red hair extremely overgrown. My body had developed more. I wasn't sure if it was natural, or if they had changed things about me during the multiple times they had me. Unconscious. I lifted up the shirt to see if the tattoo I had, was still there. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw it. Once I was done, I walked over to the door and unlocked it.

Annalise
I looked up at him. Why did he want to know that stuff about me? I hesitated a moment before speaking. "My name is Annalise, my friends used to call me Anna. I was a sophomore in college. I was majoring as a music producer. I worked at Johnny's bar as a bartender, until that blonde douche bag kidnapped me." I said quietly.

I didn't know anything about this guy, other than his name was Matt. Now he knew a good chunk about me, including my first name. That wasn't something I was planning, but if I wanted my plan to go smoothly, I had to play nice.

Annalise
I ignored his comment about my name and stared at him when he said he was the son of Lucifer. Why the he'll would I believe that. "A demon?" I said in a questioning tone. I wasn't sure if I should believe him. "If, let's say, I did take your word for it, why the he'll would the son of Lucifer want to marry a human?" I asked, my blue eyes in a narrowed gaze.