Space Enough to Grow

The drive was relatively quiet and long . I mean we have been driving for a very long time. Almost 2 hours now. And I still didn't see any type of civilization in sight other than abandoned farm land and wood areas. I was really starting to get a little anxious because he hasn't said anything at all. He didn't look like the talkative type but he literally hasn't said a word since we left the slave house. The air and silence felt kinda awkward to me. I wanted to break the silence so badly but Chris looked really intimidating. His appearance was of one that is in control. And I began to wonder what type of Master he is. He hasn't said a word so I couldn't get much from that. And I don't like judging books by their covers because most of the time I'm wrong. Vampires especially. They are never what they look like on the outside. I can't really make any sort of judgement because he doesn't do anything!

I looked over at him and noticed that he was very focused on the road, not blinking, not fidgeting, not moving what's so ever. It was a little creepy. His lips were pressed together forming a faint line as a visible separation. The occasional streetlamp would make his metal things glistening as the light bounced off of them. I was a little fascinated with it.

"Are we almost there?" I asked, flinching at how loud my voice sounded. We were in complete silence for a long time so it would make sense to startle me. But it didn't affect him at all. He just continued staring at the road.

"We'll be there shortly" He answered simply and I sighed before leaning back in the leather seat. I rested my head on the window and gazed out. I just stared up at the night sky because the ground was starting to become thick with trees and it would be pointless to try and gaze. The sky had a light purple tent to it mixed it with dark blue. And it was decorated with millions of stars just spread out across it. It looked very pretty.

After a few more minutes I was starting to get antsy. The silence was just so deafening. I gazed over at Chris and decided to ask more about him.

"What's your last name?" I asked him.

"Cerulli"

"When's your birthday?"

"October 17th"

"What's your favorite color?"

"Black"

"Other than black"

"Blood" This guy was really set on not saying more than 7 words or even look at me. I frowned and watched him. He kept the same calm demeanor.

"Why don't you like to talk?" I asked him.

"I don't have a problem with talking. Why do you talk so much?" He fired back at me and I couldn't help but grin. Touche.

"I have a motor mouth" I decided on saying and he chuckled very faintly.

"I figured that much. You might wanna work on that" He said as he turned left into a large black gate that went on a dirt paved road that had thickened trees on either side of it. The darkness got significantly darker as he drove. I could hardly see anything but apparently he could see just fine.

"Why should I work on it?" I asked with genuine curiosity. I watched as his lips turned up into a smile. I waited for an answer but never got one. I looked forward and could see an opening forming at the end. There was a massive boarding house that sat in the middle of a large clearing. The trees were in a perfect circle around the property. The driveway was a circle with pure white rocks patted down so none stuck up and there was a black marble fountain in the middle as a center piece. My mouth dropped open at the scene in front of me. The house its self was just...insane. I've never seen anything like this before, even when I wasn't captive. I've always lived in a small town so I never saw anything bigger than a farmhouse. This outshined a farmhouse by a long shot.

Chris circled around to the front of the drive way and stopped the car, shutting it off. I just stared at the house in total awe, ignoring the noises of him getting out and slamming the door. I couldn't believe that I would actually be living here. In a place like this, I've never dreamed of stepping foot into. Maybe this whole slave thing wouldn't be so bad

My trance was broken when my door was opened. I looked away from the house to see a less than amused Chris standing there. He raised an eyebrow...or ar least I think it was an eyebrow. I didn't see any hair or anything...just black paint that looked like an eyebrow. I had never seen anything like it before and so it looked kinda weird. But it did suit his face nicely I guess. He was staring at me and it was making me wanna fidget and twitch.

"What?" I said and he grabbed my arm harshly, making me hiss as it throbbed underneath his grip. Chris yanked me out the car and onto the pavement, my feet stung just a little from being bare. I looked up at him in shock. I've never been handled so...so ruthlessly before. Not even in the slave house.

"Rule number 1. Do not treat me as if I'm your handler. You are here to serve me. Not the other way around. Be lucky I'm not making you open my door" He spoke in a calm but stern voice. Like a stern parent scolding their child. My mouth hung open at his words and I felt the urge to back talk but I had a feeling that he wouldn't like me doing that. So I just kept my mouth shut and just looked at him. His face slowly turned into a terrifying smile.

"Good. Your already behaving. I like that. Come" He let go of my arm and turned on his heel, walking along the perfect pathway. I looked down at my arm and saw his fingers imprinted on my skin in a bruised form. I glared at his back but nonetheless I followed behind him. He pulled out a simple brass key and stuck it in the keyhole, unlocking the door. He pushed the door open and it creaked eerily. He walked in and motioned for me to follow him. The hallway was lit dimly by a single lamp sitting on a small table next to the giant door. I looked around and noticed the walls were a golden paint Damask wirh various paintings of Forrest and other gothic like victorian homes. They had the dark vampire feel and look to them. I watched as Chris led me to a larger opening and I looked to see two grand staircases lining the walls and going up, leading to seperate parts of the house with one giant set of staira going straight up in the middle leading to a larger hallway that was darkened. I looked up to see a massive black diamond chandelier hanging from the ceiling that was false candles lighting up the room. It was probably one my list of most spectacular things I've seen.

I tore my gaze from the decor and looked to see Chris taking off his suit jacket and hanging it on the back of a chair. He rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt and I saw a lot of drawings on his arms. Once again, something I've only seen a handful of times on the vampires at the slave house and never seen on anyone before my captivity. He had quite an array of drawings actually.

"What are tho-"

"Rule number 2. Do not speak unless spoken to" He cut me off and I grimaced.

"But I was ju-"

"Kade you've been here 5 minutes. Do you want to be punished already?" He asked me as he flipped on the light. I glared at him and waited for permission. He gave me a shit eating grin.

"Follow me" He spoke and I crossed my arms over my chest as I followed him into a hallway next to the middle staircase. This hallway led us to a dining room with a long wooden table with a black lace cloth over the table. There were many chairs that led up to one king like chair at the end of the table. I'm assuming that was Chris's chair. The table had your usual setting up of eating utensils with black candles in golden holders in a perfect line in the middle. We didn't stay in here for long because he led me into a another door that led to a large kitchen.

"You will be expected to cook" He said as he walked over to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of red liquid. He grabbed a glass cup and poured the liquid in the glass.

"May I speak?" I asked with faux loyalty. He smirked because he could tell I was. I don't like this asshole.

"Go ahead" He said before taking a drink.

"I don't know how to cook" I said and he shrugged as he sat his glass down.

"Read a cook book" He said simply. I grimaced.

"I'd rather not Chris" I said and he shook his head in disapproval.

"Rule number 3. You will address me as Sir, Master or Mr. Cerulli" I rolled my eyes and ran a hand through my hair in frustration. He was really starting to piss me off.

"How many rules are there!!!" I snapped at him and I could see the amusement in his eyes.

"A lot and your breaking rule number 10. Do not speak to me like some lunatic or that will result in punishment Kade" I just narrowed my eyes at him and he gave me a smile.

"Follow me" He said, drinking the contents in his glass and sitting it down. He led me back out into the dining room and to the middle staircase. He walked up the steps briskly and I ran to keep up with him. I'm really out of shape . We reached the top and he led me down the hallway.

"These rooms are reserved for my friends who like to visit and stay frequently. Do not go in them unless to clean, which you will need consent from me to do so" He said and I nearly groaned at the sound of cleaning. I never liked cleaning before and it hasn't changed. We walked a little ways down and we stopped at a wooden door adjacent to a black wooden door designs etched into the wood.

"This is my study. Stay out of it." He gave me a warning glance and I nodded with a gulp. He nodded to me before opening the final door. Which led to a giant room with gray painted walls with white damask designs on it. There was a massive bed in the middle of the room pushed up against the wall. There was a fire place on the left side with a glass gate in front of it. A huge flat screen t.v. hung above the fireplace. The floor was a blacm marble with white rugs scattered about.

"My room. You may enter as you please as long as you don't mess up anything other than the bed" He said with an amused tone. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

"You may speak" He said, knowing what I wanted.

"Why would I mess up the bed?" I asked him and a smirk grew on his face. He put his hand on my shoulder and leaned down next to my ear.

"We have to break you of your innocence Kade. Welcome to sex slavery. Call me your master"