The Cost of Freedom Is High

“Oh, thank the lord.” I groaned, getting through the last bag of fan mail.

I made sure that Chance’s letter was hidden in there somewhere, and once it was hidden I went on a little mission to find both of them.

“DJ, Michael?” I called, going up and down the upstairs hallway trying to find them.

Phil scared the shit out of me as he opened up the next door, and popped his head out.

“They’re downstairs.” Phil told me.

“Thanks.” I panted, still trying to catch my breath.

“No problem.” He chuckled, and went back inside his room.

“Hey, I went through everything up there.” I announced, entering the downstairs level.

“Thank you.” Michael said cheerfully.

“You have some mental fans.” I stated.

“How is that?” Michael wondered.

“There was a small vile of blood in one of the envelopes.” I replied, still grossed out by the thought of it.

“Want to add to that collection?” DJ asked, pulling me from behind close to his chest.

“Put that the fuck down.” I stated, looking at the little blade he had now rested against my thigh.

“Really this doesn’t turn you on at all, not even a little bit?” DJ whispered into my ear.

“No, please, please stop.” I cried, getting freaked out.

“Aww, come one.” DJ groaned.

“Stop!” I screamed.

“Fine.” DJ whined, obviously disappointed.

I let out a deep breath of relief, and I calmed down a bit as the knife was set down.

“So bloodplay is out of the question?” Michael asked seriously.

“Yes, it’s out of the fucking question!” I yelled.

“We’ll discuss it later.” DJ told me.

Yeah, not happening.

“We’re going to go and eat dinner. You should get to bed early because training starts tomorrow.” Michael informed me.

“Training?” I wondered.

“Yeah, you scared?” DJ taunted me.

“Hell no, bring it.” I stated.

“Oh sweetie, I’ll show you things you’ve never even fucking thought were possible.” DJ growled in my ear.

“Let’s go.” Michael called down to us, already up the stairs.

“After you.” I said, waving my hand in front of me, waving DJ forwards.

Thankfully, he did walk in front of me and go up the stairs.

Once he was up the stairs, I quickly ran to one of the walls and grabbed a pair of handcuffs.

Shoving them down the side of my pants, I ran up the stairs and followed them into the dining room.

I had to get out with or without Chance right now. There was no way in hell I was going to be ‘trained’.

DJ sat down, and I sat down next to him.

“Change your mind already?” DJ wondered, picking up a knife from the table.

“No, please put that down. That’s scaring the fucking out of me.” I admitted, actually getting horrified.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” DJ replied, putting the knife down.

Michael sat down, after handing us each our supper. We ate in silence and I was planning how this would go down.

As dinner was wrapping up, I would quickly handcuff DJ to his chair, throw my chair in Michael’s way, turn of the lights, and run until I was safe.

I finished eating, and a few minutes later when I noticed DJ not paying attention to me I grabbed the handcuffs, and locked DJ to his chair. As I did that I took the other end and locked him up to the underside of the table, he couldn’t drag that behind him.

“Bella!” DJ screamed.

I ignored him, got up, and threw my chair down in Michaels’s way as he came running straight at me.

Oh, this was all or nothing.

“Fuck!” Michael roared.

I got to the electrical box within two minutes, and shut it off.

I was thrown into pitch blackness.

I barely knew this place, and for now I had to navigate it until I could find a way out.

For now though I knew I was locked in.

“Bella, you are so fucking dead!” Michael screamed from in the kitchen.

I knew he would unlock DJ before finding me. Double the power.

“Come on Bella, where can you hide?” I whispered to myself.

“Little slut, little slut, you are fucked in so many ways.” DJ laughed.

I heard footsteps approaching me from somewhere, and that’s when I took off in a full on sprint.

Where? I had no clue, but I was making my legs and lungs work like hell.

I found a door at the very end of the hall, and it ended up leading to a giant master bathroom. I ran through the room, slowly slid myself into the tub, and covering myself with a few towels.

If someone were to walk in here they wouldn’t see me at all, especially due to the darkness.

I held my breath and made sure that I was holding still.

What seemed like hours passed, but in reality I knew it had only been about half an hour had really gone by.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Michael cooed out loud, walking past the door.

I heard his footsteps continue down the hall, and I took a deep breath.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

I decided to take a risk, and run somewhere else to hopefully throw them off, and get me on the move.

Running down the hall, I took a risk and went into the room. I went underneath the bed that I found there, and made sure that my arms and legs were tucked in nice and tight to my body.



Silence, endless silence seemed to be the only thing going on.


Well, besides from my racing heartbeat.



At first I had worried and thought about what was going on between the two of them, but I realized I didn’t want to know.

The options were endless and I didn’t want to freak myself out with all of the options of what could happen to me if I was caught.

The bed started to creak, after a few hours, and my breath stopped.

Someone was on the fucking bed.

Shit, shit, shit!

I went to run out the door, but as I did I felt two hands grab my upper arms and literally slam me into the wall.

The lights turned on and I was face to face with Michael Vampire, and his shit eating grin.



“I got you.” He snarled.

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