1.I´m your Owner

I feel like I'm being chased for minutes.

 Hurried steps behind me give me warning to increase mine more and more... I hurry for fear of looking back but at that point my curiosity is greater than my despair.

I turned quickly, seeing only a shadow very close to me for short seconds.

"No!"  I told myself, am I being chased?

  In his hand I saw a sharp knife of an abnormal size, it was a really big knife and it was covered in blood. At that moment my heart started to beat wildly, clearly I am easy prey, but I have to try to do something  !

  I took the initiative and started running desperately, I had no more doubts, if I want to survive I have to try to escape.  As the steps behind me increased, this escape game became a run for survival to try to escape death. I ran towards an alley intuitively trying to lose it but it was a flawed act, it is an alley with no way out!

  "Damn" I let it go, already panicking, at that moment I was shaking, my hands were sweaty, already waiting for what was waiting for me, my eyes fell on me revealing my face to my pursuer.

  "You are so beautiful" says my stalker, walking calmly with the knife in one hand and looking at me in a playful way.

  "Don't come near me! "I said shedding a tear and afraid of what might happen to me, I was exposed to any danger, helpless and with just a purse mirror to defend myself, I quickly took it out of my purse and pressed it  against a wall in order to break it and use it in my defense, "Don't come near me" I shouted again but this time pointing the piece of mirror I was carrying in my hands, the mirror was bloody from the cuts I made  when I broke it, drops of blood flowed from my hands, wetting the floor and emanating a metallic smell characteristic of blood.

  What I heard from him were just laughter that sounded torturous, laughter that made me realize how pathetic and theatrical this situation was, I was pointing a piece of glass at a murderer who had a bladed weapon, I have no chance against him ...  he certainly knows what to do in these situations, and certainly if I die no one will find out, without family, without friends, it is as if I did not exist, I am the perfect victim.

  He continued to approach as if what I carried in my hands did no harm to him, as he approached I moved away sequentially, and finally I reached a flat surface just behind me, I am vulnerable and he can attack me  any time.  he tore the piece of glass out of my arms and tossed it far away from me and then started kissing my neck.

  "let go" I started screaming and trying to escape his arms, I struggled for seconds and for a second I managed to get rid of his nasty touches and slapped his face hard making his face bleed, I saw his eyes change from  pleasure to anger.

  "Your bitch" he wiped the blood that came out of his mouth and with the hand that held the knife he cut my abdomen, making me fall and feel my soul gradually leave my body. I tried to keep my eyes open to try to keep my  life but my eyes were getting heavier and heavier.

  "Now you will see what happens to the bitches like you" he said, taking off his belt and approaching my body thrown on the street, I tried to get away from him with the little strength I had left.  He put himself on top of me and then tore my dress revealing my underwear, I kept thrashing on the floor, he grabbed my hair making me face his face, I held him in his arms trying to calm the pain in the pressed area but in vain  .

  I was just waiting for my death, that was the end of me, dead in a little busy street, with no hope of being found.

  But suddenly in the dark something caught my eye, someone was behind my stalker, someone who seemed to belong to the night world, his claws were sharp and his fangs ready to attack, and with one movement his hand crossed his  body making it fall right next to me, I couldn't observe anything anymore, my eyes couldn't stay open any longer, my last memory was of being held in my arms by the person who saved my life and that's when my eyes  they went through the dark.

  some time later...

  I wake up in an unknown place, a beautiful room, the moonlight passes through the window giving an air of tranquility and making the atmosphere gloomy because it is an unknown place, I try to remember last night how I came to be here and then I remember the cuts,  I almost automatically lift my dress to see it but I am amazed when I see that there is no trace of a cut.

  Was it all a dream?  Am I still dreaming?  What's going on?

  I got up from the bed and went towards the door to know where I am, to know what the hell is going on, and it was then that I heard the door to the room being opened right in front of me ...

 A tall, slim figure stood before me with a wide smile.

  "Finally you woke up" I frowned in confusion, flashes from last night came to my head, the image of someone holding me by the arms causes me doubts, I could only be crazy, how is that possible?  What happened to me?  ...

  "Who are you?"  I asked him for answers.

 "Me? ..." he said with a seductive and pretentious smile, he looked at me examining all parts of my body as if I were a piece of meat about to be devoured, I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable and it was then  which he concluded by saying:

"I'm your owner"