5 weeks later...
"How are you feeling?" I hear Ethan ask through a crack in the door

"H- how long?" I croak my throat as dry as the Sahara desert

"5 weeks and counting"

"What?"

"35 days" he explains mocking my previous question

"I feel like I'm dying"

"That's because you haven't fed properly in about 5 days"

I open my mouth to speak but decide to save my energy. The door bangs open and I cover my ears in pain.

"Calm down, it was only a creak"

"Then why did it feel like a million hammers smacking my skull?"

"Due to the simple fact you haven't eaten" he states holding out a plastic bottle filled with a droplet of blood. I instantly empty the contents and sigh in satisfaction as the sweet metallic taste makes my senses explode. "Now we need to discuss arrangements" Ethan explains crouching in-front of me.

***
"Do we have a deal?" He asks and I narrow my eyes glaring at him

"Obviously not"

"So you're willing to stay locked in here?"

I stay silent for a couple of seconds, then Grayson walks through the door "actually brother I have a better idea" he smirks looking down at me

***
"Sired?" I exclaim getting to my feet

"Yep, it means Grayson will own you and everything you do"

"So much for the better idea"

"No it doesn't mean that" Grayson says and I look back at him "it doesn't mean I own you"

"Actually it sounds exactly like that" I huff

"Okay so it does mean that but that's not what will happen" he pauses "that's not what I'm going to do"

"Answer's no" I snarl "now both of you get the hell out and Ethan close the door behind you"

They both stand there for a while staring at me, hoping I'll change my mind but when I cross my arms over my chest they sigh and leave me alone. The door slams shut and I stamp my foot scanning the room to figure out an escape plan.