" Get up." He ordered, yelling at the sleepy Annabel. She had barely slept the whole night due to the hardness of the floor.

She opened her eyes wearly to look at him hovering about her with a corrector in the hand. The horrific sight scared her and she quickly sat down. That was the first time in years she had seen him hold a Pet leash corrector.

" Sit up." He yelled and moved closer to her, placing the corrector on the floor right in front of her.

He pulled her hair in his hand and sank his fang into her neck, sucking on it angrily and aggressively. She...