Seven years later
"Let's hear it for Ruby Red everyone!" the announcer calls out, resulting in the room bursting into cheers, claps, and wolf-whistles as I hurry off the stage. I quickly pull my silk robe on and tie it as I rush back to the dressing room where the other girls are getting ready for their own sets.
I reach my vanity and have barely sat down when Mistress Victoria Dupont walks in. "Scarlet Kiss, you're up next. Be ready in five," she begins as she speaks to the girl at a vanity behind me. Then she turns to me, "Ruby Red you got customers waiting for you in room D of The Blood Bank." I inwardly cringe as I keep my face indifferent and give her a curt nod before turning for the exit that leads to another hallway. I hate my life. I spent years being mistreated and abused by my hateful aunt and now I'm a slave to the fiercest vampire master around.
He runs the underground where his establishment The Blood Bank caters to all types of needs and fetishes. The main aspect of his business though is the illegal human trafficking that takes place. None of the 'entertainers' are here by choice. We are all victims of kidnapping or trafficking. There are women and men of all types and varying ages here and we offer a number of services. The building has a strip club that I am often forced to perform in. There is also a BDSM club, a brothel, and The Blood Bank. Luckily, I've never been forced to work in the brothel. Master Lacroix has strict orders that I am to be kept a virgin. Only a few of us have that luxury.
We are the ones that were virgins when we were bought or stolen. We excelled in our training and are the favorites to his paying clients. We are considered the most beautiful of the girls in his 'collection.' The problem with this is the reason he wants our purity to stay intact. It's because virgins bring in the highest dollar amounts at auction. The moment he feels that we are meeting the end of our popularity with his clients our virginity will be sold to the highest bidder. I, for one, hope that I have found a way to escape before then, though I'm sure my time will be here soon. I'm twenty-three now so at best I have a couple more years before I have to worry about that. Unfortunately, most girls are sold by the time they are twenty. The only reason I've been able to protect myself for this long is the fact that he makes so much money off of me as it is.
I tried for years to escape this hellhole, but I always got caught. Chances to run were always few and far between. The worst part is that vampires can read thoughts, so I had to be very careful around them. To top it off, if they have your blood in their system from feeding on you then you don't even need to be anywhere near them. There has only been one time I managed to get out of the compound and I was found two towns over because Master Lacroix had drank from me. He could see everything that I saw and was able to easily find me.
Every time I got caught trying to escape I would receive severe beatings. They don't care if they beat you within an inch of your life. If it gets to that point, they simply give you a small drink of their blood which contains healing powers. They give such a minuscule amount that you don't heal completely, but it will keep you alive. Then you are left in your cage to heal the slow and painful way. You don't even get time off after the beating. And if you aren't capable of performing, then you aren't fed. At least they feed me better than my aunt ever did. They have all of us on strict diets and exercise routines to keep us healthy. Healthy blood tastes better.
Finally, I reach room D and take a deep breath as I put on my persona of Ruby Red. The only way I am able to get through this nightmare is to compartmentalize. My ability to put on a show and pretend is the reason so many clients want me. It's what has kept me safe from losing my virginity to any of the sick bastards that come here. I open the door to the dark room with the large, red upholstered sofa that is shaped like a semi-circle. The room is round with a large mirror in the ceiling and a dancing pole on a small round stage to the opposite side of the sofa. Two men are sitting on the sofa, eyeing me hungrily as I walk in. "Hello boys," I murmur seductively as I lightly trail a finger down my body to release my robe. "What will it be today?" The silk fabric slides off of me and pools around my feet as one of the men pats the spot between them.
"After your performance we knew we wanted a taste. Come. Sit," the one on the right insists. Both men are tall and lean. Their fangs are showing already as they gaze at me and lick their lips. The one that spoke has blond hair and blue eyes while the other has brown hair that is pulled into a ponytail and brown eyes.
"You looked simply delicious," the one on the left states. I go and sit between them and adjust my hair as I offer up my neck to the brunette. He moves closer to me, his arm wrapping around me as he cups my breast. I feel his nose lightly graze my neck as he smells my scent before his fangs sink into my flesh. The blond moves to kneel down in front of me as he brings my left leg up around his shoulders. He gives my thigh a few feathery kisses before his teeth pierce into my femoral artery.
Vampires are known for being very sexual beings. Though they need blood to survive, they often like to mix their feedings with pleasure. As they drink from me their hands grope and caress me. These two seem quite nice compared to most of the vampires that come in here. They all know that we aren't here by choice. Vampires typically have little regard to human life, feeling as though we are beneath them. Throughout my years in this establishment I've met many vampires who are cruel and ruthless. However, I have known a few good ones.
In my earlier years, I even fell for one. His name was Phillipe. He had been very handsome and very sweet. He was always gentle with me and would talk to me, trying to get to know me. He would even tell me that one day he hoped to get me away from this horrible place. That I should be cherished, not used and abused. One evening he had bought some time with me and things had quickly heated up. When he had asked for my virginity I had agreed. I didn't want to lose it to just anyone. I didn't want my first time to be when I would get raped by whoever I was sold to next. I wanted it to be my choice. I wanted to be the one in control and making the decision. Unfortunately, Master Lacroix realized what was happening and burst in on us. He staked Phillipe in his heart right in front of me. The whole time glaring at me as if to silently saying that Phillipe's death was my fault. I cried myself to sleep that night.
That was when I decided to never be my true self around the clients. I needed to protect myself and taking on my alternate persona was the only way I could think of to survive this whole ordeal. Now, I made myself be whatever they wanted me to be. I could be submissive or fiery. I could be flirtatious and seductive or shy and delicate. I had grown very observant and my ability to read people was the reason I have been able to keep my virginity for so long.
The one that had been sucking on my neck swipes his tongue over the wound before kissing along my throat. He pinches my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger through the sheer fabric of my black lingerie and gives it a light twist. They have drunk a lot from me and I am feeling lightheaded. The lights in the room flash, letting them know that their time is up. The one between my legs lick over the fresh bite marks he's left, allowing them to close up. A vampire's saliva also has a healing ability so that once they are done feeding they can easily close up their wounds with a simple swipe of their tongue. They both stand up and I lean back against the sofa, feeling tired from the loss of blood. "You were truly delectable, love," the brown-eyed man says as he wipes the corners of his mouth with his thumb.
"Yes," the blond agrees. "I believe we will have to visit here more often."
They straighten their clothes and walk out before one of the guards walks in and lifts my limp form. He carries me down the stairs and places me on the thin straw mattress in the corner of my cage. Luckily, that had been the last of my night as it is now nearing five in the morning. I pull the blanket over my body and curl into a ball as I allow sleep to take over.
The next evening I'm awoken as a new set of slaves are marched down the stone steps and into the basement where the cells line the walls. "Keep moving you worthless tramps!" The guard yells before cracking a whip. Several girls cry out as the whip stings their bare arms while they are led deeper into the room. I stand up and move closer to the door of my cage as I watch them. My heart breaks for them as they all move with tears streaming down their dirty cheeks. One of the younger girls lets out loud, gut-wrenching sobs before a guard comes over and smacks her hard across the face, yelling at her to shut up. I want to call out to him to stop, but I know I would just be beaten bloody. I'll wait until they are gone to try to comfort the poor young things.
The girls are all lined up before the rest of us are released from our cells. I instantly head over to the new arrivals and take a couple of their hands in mine. They can tell that I'm about to talk to them, so they immediately huddle quietly around me to hear what I have to say. "They are taking us to the training center now. Do as you are told and keep your head down. If you do a good job and don't talk back to them, they won't hurt you. This place gives you regular meals and showers. Just do your best to be brave and strong and you can always come to me," I tell them as my eyes move to each one of them, making contact so they know that I am speaking to all of them. They all nod mutely as some of them swipe at their cheeks to dry their tears.
I stand and turn to face the exit as the guards open the door and begin to lead us towards the gym. Those of us that have already had our slave training will be working on keeping our bodies fit. The new recruits will be learning much less savory things. My stomach clenches as I remember my first several weeks here. I had felt so ashamed, so dirty.
Shaking those thoughts from my head, I walk over to a treadmill and get on before setting the speed. After running five miles I do planks, sit-ups, squats, and a few other things making sure to work all of my muscles. Our time is finishing up and I see that the new recruits are being ordered to clean the gym now that we are done with it. For their training, they start with cleaning and obedience before moving into pole dancing, being a submissive, fellatio, and other abilities that will please our clients.
I watch as one of the younger girls stops scrubbing the floor and leans back on her heels. She wipes the back of her hand across her head and Mistress Dupont instantly spots her, marching over to her with a glare. "What is the meaning of this?!" she screeches before dragging the girl up to her feet. "Did I say you could take a break?!"
"N-no m-ma'am," the girl stutters softly, as she looks at the floor.
"Then why the hell were you not scrubbing?!"
"M-my a-arms are t-tired," the girl explains as her eyes fill with unshed tears.
"My arms are tired," Mistress Dupont nastily mimics back. "I don't want excuses! Ten lashes for your incompetence! Kneel!" she demands.
The young girl's body shakes uncontrollably as she lowers herself to the ground. Mistress Dupont rips open the back of the girl's rags, exposing her back before standing behind her. There is a loud crack as the whip comes down on the girl. She immediately lets out a pained wail before she starts to cry. Without thinking I move towards her, my heart constricting in my chest.
I should know better. What the hell am I doing? I don't know. I've just never been able to stand by and watch these young girls get beaten down the same way that I was. They don't deserve it. None of us do. As the whip is raised again, I quickly throw myself between it and the young girl. My body curls around her as I take a similar position, shielding her with my body. The whip strikes my back and I grit my teeth, not letting out a sound. "Move Ruby!" the mistress yells, using my stage name. They very rarely use my real name. Sometimes I wonder if they even remember it.
"No ma'am," I reply, frozen in my position.
"No?!" she questions incredulously. When I don't reply or move, she takes that as my answer. "Fine, you will receives the rest of Anna's lashings and fifteen more for your interference," she states.
"Yes, ma'am," I reply before gritting my teeth and breathing in slowly through my nose, readying myself for the pain. The crack of the whip sounds again as it stings my back. I endure through all of it and can feel my warm blood as it trickles down my back.
The room is in complete silence as everyone stands still, afraid to move or make a sound as they watch me being whipped. After the final lash everyone remains frozen for a moment as though in shock. Suddenly, as Mistress Dupont steps away from us, the rest of the girls hurry up to me and the young girl named Anna. They instantly help us up as they murmur comforting words and encouragement. Two of the girls, named Mina and Callie come up along either side of me, each of them wrapping one of my arms around their necks as they haul me up. "That was very brave," Mina says softly to me.
"Let's go get you cleaned up now," Callie adds as they help me towards the exit. All of the girls huddle around Anna and I as they lead us out of the training room and to the showers. An hour later we are all cleaned and one of the girls has smeared an antibiotic over my fresh wounds to keep me from getting an infection. We are sitting on a bench as we finish dressing when Mistress Dupont walks in.
"Ruby Red, Master Lacroix wants a word with you," she states coldly before turning and leaving the locker room. I take in a deep breath to try and settle my nerves as the girls around me grip my hands and squeeze my shoulders, all of them trying to comfort me and wish me luck.
Once I've gathered up my courage I stand. "I'll be okay. Don't worry about me," I tell the girls. "You better get ready and go to your next station before you all get in trouble."
They nod and give me hugs before hurrying to finish up while I turn for the door. I twist my hands nervously in front of me as I walk down the hallway to the master's office. I raise my hand to knock, but hear his voice call out before I even have the chance. "Enter," his voice booms.
I do as I'm bid and close the door silently behind me before cautiously walking towards him as he sits at his desk. "You wished to see me Master," I remark softly with my head bowed.
"Yes, sit," he responds coolly. I take the seat across from him and he steeples his fingers in front of him as though he is thinking about something as he stares at me. "Mistress Dupont told me about what happened today at training. What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry. The girl was so young and it was her first day. I just couldn't stand by and watch her get beaten for simply taking a break. She's clearly not use to such strenuous manual labor," I reply.
"Unfortunately, that is a problem Ruby. You cannot be interfering with the training of our new girls. What you did today can be dangerous to my business," he begins sternly and my mouth drops open.
"Dangerous? How?" I protest.
"You are setting a bad example. The girls will get thoughts in their head. They may start to rebel. I can't have that," he explains.
"It will be inconvenient, but they can at least be compelled to comply. However, as you know, that doesn't work on you for some reason." I purse my lips together. Along with mind reading, vampires have the ability to control one's mind. They call it compulsion. They learned early on that they weren't able to compel me to listen. I have no idea why this doesn't work on me. Unfortunately, the downside to this was I got a lot more whippings and punishments to gain my compliance. "Since I can't guarantee this won't happen again I've decided it's time to send you to auction."