More Fear

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 I heard my heart pumping in my ears and I was held up straight by Till. 5 of the members were stood in a line with eyes watching me. I was naked in the bottom half from the previous activity my legs naturally crossed over. I was sore from the bites and the cuts and I could feel the blood dry over my legs. I stood up on my own a little then Till walked away from behind me and stood with the rest of them. I had nearly stumbled from the lack of support but I kept myself up. I saw Oliver step closer and grip my wrist "This is all mutual...Yes?" The question confused my already fuzzed mind but I figured out what they meant. To be honest I was scared but at the same time in a way I trusted them. I already had admired the group years before and I grew to love them. I accepted that my life before was over and this was my life now. Some part of me wants to be their little pet, their toy their little secret doll. I looked up to Oliver for a second then I nodded my head "Yes" as soon as the the word left my mouth I could feel his hand around my wrist and pull me up off the ground. I kicked my legs a little as I was a few inches off the ground. He then dropped me and I fell onto the ground with a thud. I gulped and held my wrist close to my chest and then he grabbed my wrist again pulling me up to my feet again with some force. My heart raced and I felt a wave of fear as I saw no emotion from the other 5 just watching standing quiet.  Oliver reached into his pocket and pulled out a small flick knife. My heart jumped as he flicked out the blade out near my face. I heard the metal scrape against itself. He lifted the bladed edge against my cheek before he stopped. Something else came to mind. He let my hand go and then he walked behind me. I gulped then with no warning I felt him grip my hair pulling my head back. I let out a strange moan which Till and Christoph couldn't help but give a tiny smile. I saw his left hand which was carrying the blade move to my neck. My heart still pounding from before and I couldn't help but try and wriggle away. He used his arm to pull me  back close to his chest and press the blade to my throat. I struggled more feeling real and pure fear. My eyes watered as the cold metal was pressed against my skin. I could feel a very sharp cut but light cut over my throat I began to panic a little as I felt a small trickle of blood run down my chest. I looked down and I began to panic and squirm around. "Trinken!" Oliver seemed to have ordered. He put away the flick knife and lifted my chin with his hand exposing the light cut along my neck. A second passed before I heard a small glow growl from Oliver as he held me in place and bit down into my neck which made me yell out. I began to thrash around as best as I could despite my lack in strength. I looked around the room, I could see Christian walk over from the corner of my eye and I felt him bite my into my forearm and begin to pull and rip at my skin. I began to hold in the urge to scream. I tried pulling my arm away but both bites got harder and I began to get weaker falling against Oliver's chest. I could start to see black and my vision began to fail. My screams began to fill the room but soon they were once again muffled by Till's hand and then I felt numerous other bites around my body. My panic began to die off with everything else. At last my body gave up and I could feel myself falling against Till and slipping onto the floor. From then everything went black. The next time my eyes opened I could see everyone sat over the beds talking, the blooded white sheets and blood smeared around the hotel room like a horror movie. I began to notice I felt terrible. My entire body hurt, I was sore in every place possible. "I knew it!" Richard said nudging Till. "She's awake..." Till looked over and grinned and got up to walk over me and sat next to me on the ground. "Well, that surprised me honestly" I heard Richard's voice say and following that Paul muttered something I couldn't work out. I looked up to Till and reached out for his cheek and he looked down at me with a smile and gripped my hand and pushed it to his cheek more and kissed my palm before everything went black  once again.

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