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Billionaire's Blood Bag

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Her village was raided, she was mistreated, and sold out to a stranger but finally luck steps in when she bought a young, handsome and powerful billionaire. He seems to have dark secrets lurking in every corner of the villa but why would she care she just wants to survive. What if that secret is a threat to her survival? He is rumored to be a blood-sucking monster, who kills young women for blood to keep him alive and to quench his blood lust. With hundreds of ladies brought alive and taken dead, will she end up like one of them? Is this truly a curse or a blessing? Feel free to check out "The Mafia Boss's Little Trouble Maker" my other novel.
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Chapter 1 - CAPTURED

The only sounds I could hear were that of sorrowful cries, whimpers and sniffles of girls. The atmosphere was filled with anguish and grief even if I couldn't see it.

Finally, I opened my eyes but still I could see only pitch darkness which was followed by a banging headache. I was still unaware of where I was or how I got here.

Slowly, my senses began coming back to me and that was when I noticed I was laying on a cold flat surface which was probably the floor. I tried to move my hands then noticed they were tied together behind me also my legs were tied up.

I was the exact definition of clueless and helpless. I laid unprotected and exposed on the cold ground with my hands and feet tied up, to worsen it all, I was blindfolded. It took me some more second to recall what had happened.

I lived in a peaceful little village where nature was adored, highly respected and protected by everyone. My whole life revolved around the village until it was raided by unknown attackers.

They came to our peaceful village, burnt down houses, schools and killed every person middle aged and upward. Right in front of my eyes they shot my parents and left them laying in the pool of their own blood. I had never seen such a bloody scene in my entire life, I really gave an ear piercing scream at the sight of the scene, and I hoped it was all a dream. I was for the first time I saw the benefits of being the only child as I knew I wouldn't bear to see my sibling in this situation I was facing.

Right after my parents were killed, they tried to force me and some other girls my age into this huge truck while putting young children into another truck, but I resisted strongly even with all the violent ways they tried get me in, they hit me across the face, punched me, kick me even almost killed me but I still resisted until they injected me with a drug which made me lose my consciousness. I still wondered how my slender frail figure was able to take such assaults.

All this girls here were also victims, just in a moment our lives have been destroyed. The scene of my parent's death especially the way they were murdered in cold blood came back to me. This made me feel a lump in my throat and that's when the thoughts came to me.

"Have I truly lost everything?"

Tomorrow was supposed to be my eighteenth birthday but it seemed like I had to start my adulthood as a slave or whatever I was forced to become. I silently prayed that this was all a nightmare and I wanted it to stop but sooner or later, I knew I had to accept it as my fate.

I was brought back to reality by a sudden silence. It seemed like whatever continuous sound I heard before which I didn't realize earlier, had stopped. The sudden silence caused an adrenalin rush in my body preparing me for the unknown. I was alert, though I was helpless and in that situation you could say I was blind, I relied on my ears to know what was going on.

Suddenly, I heard a steel door slid open and the stuffy atmosphere of the room I was in was a bit airy. I immediately concluded that the door of whatever they kept us in was open. I began to hear the cries and whimpers of the girls which seemed to have increased to a level.

"Shut up, you assholes", a deep scary voice echoed giving me a startle.

''Boys! Unload them off the truck", the voice said again.

"Get off, lazy bones", I heard another voice say.

This was followed by a violent "thud" and a fearful short shriek from one of the girls.

"Since you don't want to, have it your way, I'll teach you not to go against my will", the voice said again but in a more threatening tone.

I heard a continuous ear-piercing scream from the girl as it began to fade away. It sounded like she was being taken away by force.

Soon, I heard more footsteps and more screams as they literally dragged some of the girls out of the truck. The screams I heard fading away as the girls were taken away one by one. I was alert now as I knew it may soon be my turn.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp blow on my stomach which was followed by an unbearable pain. It felt like I was kicked in the stomach with great force.

"Aaah!!!" I screamed in extreme pain then instinctively curled into a ball in such a way that my thighs shielded my stomach.

"Get up, you motherf*cking bitch", another masculine strange voice said heartlessly caring less I went through.

I tried to stand up as soon as possible to avoid any more violent hits from him but fell to my knees as my hands and feet were tied thereby receiving another kick on the thigh causing me to fall completely on the ground.

"You won't stand up yourself?" the voice questioned heartlessly

"Then I'll have to drag you out"

He cuffed my hands and violently dragged me down the truck, and I was welcomed to the floor with a loud "thud" as I fell on my tummy. I felt unbearable pain as he dragged me down the partially sand and rocky soil, all I could do was to shout and beg for mercy. As he continued dragging me across the floor I tried to at least get on my feet but his dragging didn't give me the chance and I gave up and let him drag me thereby giving me really bad scratches and bruises.

Finally he stopped took me in his arms and threw me on the bare floor with great force like I was nothing. I landed harshly on my left side giving me the worst pain ever. Now I was sure I had open wounds and a slightly fractured left arm.