"My name is Pearl." A soft whisper cut through the silence of a darkened room. "I am a predator." The voice wavered. Tears fell silently down a woman's face as a delicate hand, almost luminous in the night, touched a collar around her neck. It reflected the moonlight that fell through the window pane. "I will escape."<br/><br/>Light burst upon the ceiling, the woman put her head in her lap, her large blue eyes slow to adjust. She was hauled to her feet by 2 pairs of rough hands. Their fingers dug into her arms as they took her from her room and down a hallway. To her Master's chambers. The woman trembled. He spoke in a language she barely understood, but she had learned key words. Tonight she would spend here, under his horrible weight as he reminded her of who's collar she wore. She would listen to him call her the strange name he had named her, before striking her for not responding the way he wanted. She hated the name given to her. Trinket. She knew it's meaning.<br/><br/>The morning found Pearl curled into a ball, her fingers clasped around the collor she could not remove. Some nights she would bleed from the effort of removing the hideous thing. Her master rose, robed himself, and left. Today she would endure even more horrors. Most consisted of things that made her bleed. She assumed they were testing her self healing abilities. How far could they go before she was unable to recover? They had come close once, their efforts leaving a scar just bellow her right ear. She fingered it gently. She hated these men. She hated him.<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>The boat illuminated the water in the darkening sky. Anticipation caused Pearl to tremble. Her last meal had been days ago and the day's round of experiments had drained her. She needed to feast and as the boat drew closer to the dock, so did Pearl. The captain of the boat, a greasy, lanky man, unloaded the unconscious captives with the help of a few of her Master's cronies. They put them in a line and the captain jumped as he turned and saw Pearl: a pale, petite, innocent looking young woman. It was jarring seeing her and knowing what she was capable of. The Captain had made the mistake of leering at her once, now he only shivered as he boarded his boat and left, Pearl waving to him as he did so.<br/><br/>She turned her attention to her captives. She was unsure how they were rounded up, but she knew her master liked a show. He was a depraved man. So Pearl, in her soft white cotton shift approached the line of 10. They were all adults. Her master had learned that Pearl would not feed from children, despite the deliciousness of their innocents. Pearl came close, smelling their necks, touching their calm faces, memorizing them. She would look to a camera every now and then, He liked that, while licking the collarbone of one: a pretty, broad shouldered, blonde man with an incrediblely strong jaw. As she did so, one of them stirred and Pearl froze. She didn't like them waking up when she was around. Quietly she climbed off the man, left a note written by her master atop a barrel and made her way for the line of trees.<br/><br/>______<br/>Naomi stirred. She was sore all over and her brain felt bogged. "What.." Where was she? Who were these people. The dark haired woman stood, her limbs not wanting to move and looked about. The moon hung just above the horizon. The night had just begun. Light from a large mansion stood atop a hill. A line of trees separating her from it. She couldn't recall her last few hours. Spotting the note, she read it.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">You have been chosen. <br/>Proceed with caution. <br/>Danger awaits.</span></div><br/><br/>Naomi scoffed. It was written in beautiful lettering, but she felt as if the writer was trying to hard to be edgy. Naomi replaced the note and walked to the closest unconscious person. "Hey. Hey!" She kicked his shoe until he awoke, her efforts awakening the other 8 as well.<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>Pearl watched from the trees as one of the captives awoke, read the letter, and roused the others. She lounged upon a branch, 15 feet from the ground as the group searched the dock and eventually began arguing. It was always the same. It wouldn't be long before they would soon decide to make their way to the mansion. Pearl drug her fingers across the engraving of her collar before jumping from her branch. Eventually one of them would drift from the group.<br/><br/>As the ten made it past the treeline, Pearl skulked behind silently. As predicted, one of the captives, a nice looking, slender man, pulled up the rear, but fell behind. Pearl began making noise as she walked, drawing his attention. He turned, spotting her. Everything about Pearl's appearance was to her advantage. Her large blue eyes spoke of innocence, her petite body begged for protection, her pale complexion was beautiful. The man couldn't help but feel pity for this small, frail looking woman. He came to her, speaking in that language, asking her name. Pearl let him touch her shoulder and watched the confusion on his face as he tried to figure out what was off about her. "I am the angel of death." She spoke. Her native tongue rolled from her mouth. He did not understand her, no one did. Despite this, his brow furrowed as he asked her if she spoke their language, a hand brushing a few strands of hair from her face. His voice rose and he turned to where the group had gone, most likely calling to them.<br/><br/>Pearl struck as soon as the man's back was turned. He let out a scream as she climbed on his back and sunk her fangs into his throat. His scream cut off and he crumpled, rolling his eyes back in pure ecstasy. The group would retrace their steps to find Pearl atop the man, his hands grasping her forearms weakly, soft moans of delight escaping his slightly parted lips. She would sit up, blood dripping from her lips and down her dress, and let out her own low satisfied purr while licking her lips clean. The man would go limp. A woman would scream, Pearl would whip her head in the direction of it before leaping from the dead man and losing sight of them amidst the trees.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://image.ibb.co/g0rAnf/Screenshot-20181103-150117-crop-149x252.jpg">[ img ]</a>