Untouchable novel Chapter 1

Khloe’s POV:

I leaned forward, trying to ease off the stinging pain on my back, but to no prevail.

Whipped, I had been whipped last night. For what, I don’t know, but I never wanted to experience that again.

My own dried tears still stuck to my face.

Ever since last night, the Pet Master had tightened my collar, enough that it made breathing a challenge. I couldn’t breathe quietly even If I wanted too.

I didn’t know what I did to deserve it. I’ve always tried to do what I was told.

When it came to the things that I could control, that is.

The rest of the pets and I flinched as the lights in the shop suddenly turned on, and the loud boom of the Pet Master entering from his designated door.

Opening time.

The rest of the girls scooted back in their cage as the Pet master walked by, some whimpering. I just sat there, not wanting the pain to return.

My eyes only met with his for a brief second, before I looked away in sheer fear.

The day went on as normal, vampires coming and going as they pleased. Some left with pets, while others left with supplies.

I tried to make myself look smaller than usual today, letting my red, unbrushed hair hang in front of my eyes as I stared at the bottom of my cage, not even daring to look at the vampires that were looking at me.

The bell rang as yet another vampire entered into the shop, and for some reason, I decided to see what had just walked in.

He was tall. He ran his hand through his pompadour-styled, black hair and his piercing emerald green eyes scanned the shop. He had a sharp jawline that nicely framed his face.

Yet another vampire that could easily show up any human man.

“What can I interest you in today?” the slave master spoke to him with his usual lines.

I returned my eyes back to the bottom of my cage, still listening to their conversation.

It was pretty much the only entertainment I had.

“I’m in need of pet.” The man said.

His voice was low.

“Well sir, I can assure you that we have the finest that this city has to offer. Follow me if you would.” The slave master offered.

Their footsteps steadily got louder as they inched towards us pets.

“Anything particular that you’re looking for?” the Slave Master asked.

I shifted my eyes up just enough to see the Vampire lazily scanning over every cage.

“Not really.”

I immediately looked back down as our eyes met, a sense of nervousness suddenly crashing over me.

His footsteps drew closer to me, making my stomach turn.

I didn’t want to be bought.

I didn’t want to be treated like a dog, only to be treated like a snack once he got tired of me.

He bent down, meeting my gaze once more. His eyes squinted as he looked over my body.

I immediately squirmed to the back of the cage, letting out an exasperated whine as the pain shot throughout my body.

The man’s eyes widened ever so slightly.

“What happened to her?” He questioned.

The Pet Master laughed.

“Ah, her. That one tends to be a bit of a crybaby when it comes to most things.” He mocked.

Well, I guess that’s one way to put it.

The man stood back up, my gaze following.

“So, whats with the lash marks?” he asked.

“She wouldn’t stop crying and it was starting to get annoying, so I gave her something to cry about instead.” The Pet Master responded, looking very pleased with himself, “It was quite entertaining really.”

The mans eyes furrowed, but only for a second.

“Age?” He asked.

My eyes widened.

He was actually considering buying me.

“Seventeen.”

“Who was her breeder?” He asked.

Breeders. The vampires who took in the slaves and pets that can’t perform their duty. The ones that force them to conceive a few children before taking the child and killing the parents for their blood. The whole process made me want to curl up and cry.

The Pet Master shook his head.

“She doesn’t have one. She’s a rogue.”

I was free.

“I found her and her family roaming the outskirts of the city five years ago so, I captured her myself.” He finished.

He left out the part where he brutally murdered my family and left their bodies to the wolves and vultures.

I quickly blinked away the sudden tears and shook the memories from my head, not wanting to get whipped again.

The man was silent, apparently thinking over what he was just told.

Rogues were a rare case. They were always said to be rebellious and in some cases, dangerous. Apparently I’m a great exception, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Blood type?” He asked.