It became like a dream on its own, the way her days molded into each other. She was left in a daze after that first night where he'd brutally abused her and left her stained with his seed. She had had to crawl towards what she hoped had been a bathroom and sat curled under the rain of water in the shower far longer than the hot water had emptied out. Karie was sensitive to the smallest of sounds, jumping and startling easy until she grew accustomed to the noises of the house. Servants walking past the locked doors. The shifting material of his clothes while he was with her. His impersonal behavior tore at her mind and her heart, for she'd given him so much and he had taken what she had not. It took some time for her to realize that this was now her fate. This was her new life.<br/><br/>The first time they had come for her to give them blood, she'd fought and screamed until they threatened to sedate her entirely. She looked upon the faces of these people with seething hatred for using her like an experiment when she was a person. She'd cursed them and hated them with her eyes. Karie hadn't spoken them out loud, knowing it would get back to him. She had already lost her privilege to clothing again. The more blood they took the weaker she became, until she could barely hold her head up under its own weight. Once they'd taken all they dared, she was escorted to a feast of food that had to be fed to her.<br/><br/>What were these monsters doing to her? She was losing weight fast due to the stress of her situation and from her body having to replenish so much blood within a week's time. She barely had any energy the next day, wanting to sleep for the majority of it. It wasn't until towards the end of the week that her spunk, or fire returned. And still, he was barely cordial to her. He instructed her like a child, punishing her if she disobeyed. It was just last night that she had screamed at him to<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"LOOK at ME!"</span>with tears in her eyes. She was a person and it seemed, no one here remembered that.<br/><br/>One thing she learned to cherish each night, was when he retired to bed. She was allowed to lay beside him in the comfort of his bed. No matter how much she tried to be aware, she always woke up snuggled close to his body. Karie knew it wasn't for warmth. It was for the comfort of his touch, though he did not seem keen to give it. It didn't matter for long, as she'd fall back into deep slumbers filled with dreams of home. Thankfully, the cemetery no longer returned. She feared it belonged in his world and therefore giving too much truth to those dreams that had captured her heart each and every night. He had been a lie, a lie she now lived with. It was hard to understand when she realized.... he had none. Galos had no heart.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"How do you wish me to dress?"</span>she asked him when he ordered her to put something on. He'd done this before, but never had he paid so much attention to his own attire in the time she had stayed with him. There was a small closet with clothing just for her. Instantly, Karie rose from her chair and walked over to open it and peer inside. She pulled out a small outfit, skirt with flattering top and another dress that would hug every curve she possessed. Each one was the color of blood mixed with cream silk. She held them up for him to view and wondered if he would simply give her a wave and make her figure out which would please him most. She was curious. Karie had not been presented to people outside those who drew her blood.