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“Anything?” She pulled up her panties, keeping a part of me with her.My cum.At the realization, my heart stopped completely. Me…with her. Me, meaning enough to her to keep on her most private part? That had to mean she wanted me. There was potential with me as her slave. There was…an us. An actual life of some form. With her. “Focus, slave. Last questions, and these are the hardest.”Charlotte Wyce. Mine? Hers?She bit her lip, pressing her digits into her soaked panties as she moaned, befuddling my mind again. It was her lowering her dress that snapped me back to reality. “Do you think you could ever love me?”
Didn’t the tiniest piece of me already? Something was there.
“I’d love you more than anyone.”
“Would you fight for me?”
Anger, an emotion that had been stripped of me months ago, roared to life at her words. Fight. I could do that too, couldn’t I? I sure felt like a fighter. Hadn’t my stepdad owned a training gym? Why couldn’t I remember?
“Take me to them.”
“Would you bleed for me?”
“Whenever you want.”
“Great, but not good enough. Would you kill for me?”
Pausing, I studied her serious stare. There it was. Death. It wasn’t coming for me, but it was coming, and I was going to be the one calling it in. Could I do that? For her?Her. Her.Like a robot, I couldn’t tear my stare from her beautiful face as I listened to the voice brand her even more into my mind.Her. Us.
“If killing is what you want, I’ll make it the most gruesome death there’s ever been.”
A smile, one that I felt myself softening towards. Love, yes. Us. No more room. No more alone.
“Good, slave. Maybe you’ll be able to prove yourself soon enough.”
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“She means nothing to me. I want her, but not yet. I need to bond with my other slave first. I don’t want to have to worry about both at the same time.”
“Mistress.” The Main Master’s voice hardened as he looked between me and the woman I assumed had bought me. Had I been relieved after seeing all the old, nasty men who’d surrounded and touched me on my way to the stage? I wasn’t so sure I should be anymore. This gorgeous, older woman was cold. Cruel even as she glared towards me. “If you weren’t ready for two slaves, you shouldn’t have bought them both at the same time.”
“I have plans for her, just not yet. I need her to stay…” she flicked her hand to the side as if I were garbage, “wherever she was before. I mean, does my money mean nothing? It should at least pay for room and board. All I need is a week. Two, tops. Maybe not even that long.”
“This isn’t a hotel, Mistress Three.”
“But I need the time.”
“To bond with your male slave?”
The woman raised one of her eyebrows, and I couldn’t shake how I knew her from somewhere. She was so beautiful and completely my opposite. Where she had dark hair, I had pale blonde. She was tall; I was short. She had a dream body, and I was pole-straight with barely any breasts or hips.
“To bond.To test. To do whatever the fuck I want. You said it yourself at the auction: fuck them, kill them, eat them, or something of that nature.”
“I did.”
“So let me and keep your judgment to yourself. Just keep this slave for the time being for me,please. I’ll get her out of your hair soon enough.”
“No. You have to take her now. Shackles are standard in every room, and you have your code word if you need it. You’ll be fine.”
“For fuck’s sake. I know I’ll be fine. I’m not worried about my safety; I just don’t want to see her face.” Again, a glare. One filled with such hate and anger, it had me stepping back.
I wasn’t going to cry again. I wouldn’t do it. Yet, the tears were already escaping me. In the seven months since I’d been here, they hadn’t stopped. I’d never get used to this or forget how perfect my life had been.
Okay, maybe not perfect. Maybe not even close. Compared to this, though, it was easy. How had I thought the worst thing in the world was not fitting in? Friends didn’t define who I was. Being head cheerleader at my old high school didn’t do that. After going from the most popular girl to no one, I’d been so depressed, making a fool of myself to fit into my new town. All for what? For no one to want to hang out with me because they were already established in their own little groups? Who cared! It wasn’t a slave cell I had to live in. It wasn’t complete isolation away from everyone like now. I’d still had my parents. My sisters.Freedom.What did I have now? Nothing but death to look forward to. The Main Master had said so.
“Weak. Pathetic. Do you see why I can’t keep her yet? This is not even a slave, it’s a weakling.”
“Tough. You bought her. You’re going to take her with you or just kill her right here and now. I don’t have time, Mistress. I have other matters to attend to. Is there anything else you need? An escort back to your apartment, perhaps?”
