"Hey!" I heard a voice, but didn't pay much attention to it. "Oh my God! Ryan, she's covered in blood!" I opened my eyes a little to see my mother shaking me, but I was still half asleep and didn't understand what was going on.

"What?" My father was in the hall, putting down his things.

"Honey, come look at this, quickly!" I heard footsteps.

"What is - " He paused "Jesus...! What - "

"I don't know. Oh God..." After a few moments of scatterbrained contemplation, I realized what was going on and opened my eyes wide. I was lying on the floor with both my parents staring down at me, horror in their faces.

"Ugh, what time is it? Do I have to be somewhere?" I decided to play ignorant. There was no reason they had to know about what happened last night.

"Dad," I looked at my watch, arrogantly. "It's 6:30 in the morning. What are you waking me up for?" I always was a good lire and a good negotiator. Most of the times, I could get myself out of anything. Although, I had a feeling that this wasn't going to be one of those times.

"CJ..." My mother's voice was drenched in terror.

"What?!" I sat up and leaned against the wall, pretending to be angry at this rude awakening. "Can you please tell me what's going on?"

Mom was speechless from shock, but dad just stood there. His face was emotionless, as it usually was.

"CJ, look at me." His voice was cold, as if he was speaking to a disobedient animal. I kind of liked that. "Tell us... what happened. What happened to you?"

"What do you mean 'what happened to me'? You woke me up, and now I'm pissed off. Seriously, I didn't - " I started.

"Shut up, now, and stop lying to me." He glared at me so intensely that it was almost humorous.

"What - exactly - makes you think I'm lying?" I paused; he didn't say anything. "I'm guessing you noticed the blood. Well, yeah, I noticed it too. When you're in pain, you look for a cause - and I've found one." I smiled at him like a sister mocking her younger brother. "And now I really don't care."

He turned around, walked out of the room, and then out the front door. My mother followed.

"Pfft." I stood up and walked upstairs to my bedroom.

. . .

About 30 minutes later, I heard a window slide open from the other end of the hall. Now, I knew for a fact that mom and dad had left, probably to go bitch about me to some councilor. Neither of them had any tolerance for unusual behavior, and always had to contact a third party before making any decisions.

I opened the door to my bedroom and stared down the hall. "What the hell? Who's there?" When there was no answer, I walked down the hall and took a left to the room I had heard the window open.

"Guess who!" A figure grabbed me with one hand and grasped my throat with the other. "Go ahead; scream. It's not like anyone's around to hear you." I struggled against her anonymous hold, although her voice did sound familiar.

And then I realized what was going on. The second I knew who my captor was, I relaxed my entire body and stood still. As she released me and walked around to see me, I stared into the same evil, black eyes that I had faced 12 hours prior to this. I felt the same icy cold hands on my shoulders and heard the same sick, masochistic thoughts in my head.

My face was a mixture of emotions, and she could see that for she laughed softly and ran her hands closer to my throat.

"What are you doing here? My parents will be home any minute - "

"Shut up." She ran her fingers through my long brown hair and brought her face just inches away from mine and closer. "Your parents can go fuck themselves for all I care." Her lips met mine so suddenly that I nearly jumped, but I knew that even if I wanted to, she wouldn't let me back out of this.

Softly, she pressed me up against the wall and looked directly at my face. There was a look in her eye that hadn't been there before. It was a look of a subtle caring, instead of the violent lust that had been there last night.

"Do it." I said to her, not needing to be asked.

As if suddenly unfrozen, she grabbed my waste with both hands and my upper lip with her mouth. I felt everywhere her cold fingers touched me as she slipped off my shirt and bra. She pinched my cold, exposed nipple and I motioned to push her hand away, but she struck me down with a blow the head onto the floor. I stayed down on my knees where I had fallen because the second she has lost contact with me, she grabbed my hips and forced me all the way to the floor. She pushed my head and neck into the carpet with one hand, as she held me down with the other.

As quickly as this hold had come, she released me and stood above me. "Don't you even think about moving, whore." She picked up some rope that she had dropped on her way in, and then walked back to me. With one, she bound my hands and arms. Seeing that I could no longer fight with her, she tied the other rope tightly around my neck to make a leash.

"Get up." She instructed sternly, as I obeyed. "Now, turn around and bow to me." I didn't like this idea, so I just stood where I was.

Seeing this infuriated her with a kind of primal rage that I don't even think she herself has come to recognize. She grabbed what must have been a beer bottle and struck me in the back of the head. At this I stumbled forward, but was pulled back by the leash. "Didn't I just tell you to do something?"

This time, I listened. I got on my hands and knees and bowed my head to her. With this compliance, she walked closer to me and grabbed the back of my neck and my chin so that my eyes met hers. The blood from the wound on the back of my head ran down my shoulders.

Noting that I had given in to her, she pushed me onto my back and kneeled over me. She then bit so hard into my shoulder that I began to cry and whimper in pain.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Her cold, wet tongue slid over the wound and the blood excreting from it. "Oh, your blood is so delicious." A shiver ran down my spine as she pushed her tongue in between the two pieces of skin she had bitten open. "Can you feel me?" She bit into the same spot again, digging in even deeper. With the other hand she slid off my pants, leaving me completely naked.

Still biting me hard, she ran her hand down to my wet vagina. Going slow at first, she pushed two fingers into me, caressing my clitoris. I let out a long moan at this and let her slip her whole hand into me. It was so painful and I loved every moment of it. I was in so much bliss that I had no idea how loudly I was moaning.

And that's when it all crashed down. The door to the room burst open and both of my parents came in. My mother gasped and my father took a few steps back, horrified.

"Shit."