This is the sequel to It's about time.
I'm not sure if it makes a whole lot of difference if you haven't read the prequel to this story...
But you might want to read it just in case this is really confusing.
I don't have a very good idea of how easy this is to follow without reading the first one since I wrote it.
Maybe you can review and tell me...
Max lay still on her pallet. At least she had something separating her from the cold stone floor of the cell she was being kept inside of. The pallet was no comfort though, not after being badly beaten and... raped.
It was awful. Max was so use to being in control that the sense of powerlessness that had washed over her during the vile act was almost worse than the actual act itself.
Max wasn't in her body when it happened... no... she was flying, free across the night sky. But the dread stayed in her mind, the one feeling she couldn't escape.
"Hello my lovely..." His voice whispered in her ear. His hot breath creeping across her bruised cheek with an uncomfortable warm. His stench assaulting her sense in the worst way possible.
Panic flared up inside of Max. Not again. Please! Not right now. Not this soon... Max pleaded in her head, she let tears streaming down her cheeks, unashamed as the man lifted her and carried her out of her cell.
Fang smiled as he started to wake and stretch. He reached for Max. Discovering her absence he opened his eyes and sat up; he was naked in the middle of the desert and Max was nowhere in sight.
"Max!" Fang called as he pulled on his pants, tightening the belt around his narrow waist. "Max!" He called again as he slid his arms into his shirt before tossing hit over his head and then yanking the black article of cotton downward. "Max!" Fang called one more time. There was no sign of Max and all her clothes were gone. "Must have gone back to camp." Fang muttered dejectedly, he understood Max not wanting the other's to know about their night together... last night. But it still hurt that she wouldn't even wait for him to wake up before leaving.
Fang cursed and jumped into the sky, unfolding his wings and hurtling off towards camp to find Max.
"You see! He doesn't even wonder where you are!" The man cried gleefully as he forced Max to watched as Fang dressed and flew off towards camp. "He doesn't care about you in the slightest." The man whispered in Max's ear.
When Max showed no reaction the man frowned, then smiling cruelly he backhanded her out of the chair he'd placed her in. "Oh my dear Mira, forgive me! I was only trying to discipline you." The man exclaimed as he lifted and cradled Max to his chest, smoothing down her hair. "If you are to a properly wife then you must learn to obey and submit to your husband." The insane man babbled on as Max silently cried until she was to dehydrated to shed another tear.
Fang reached camp and landed softly. Angel immediately burst out and almost jumped into Fang's arms, but something stopped her.
"Where's Max!" She asked, her eyes wide with worry.
"Isn't she here?" Fang asked, he eyes landing on Iggy and Gazzy.
"No." All three answered at the same moment. "We thought she was with you!" Iggy exclaimed meaningfully even though he'd never say anything in front of the three little ones, even if Angel could just pull the thought from his mind.
Fang blushed and ducked his head, he gaze finding Angel's frantic one. "She was with me. But I fell asleep and she was gone when I woke up." He said, no knowing what was going on.
"Take us there." Total declared. "I'll sniff her out!" Everyone but Iggy, who couldn't for obvious reasons, stared at the furry black fur-ball. "What? I am a dog!" Total said, offended. "Just because I'm not that open about it doesn't mean I can't help out a little... Are we going to look for Max or not!" Total exclaimed finally, this got everyone to close their mouths and leap into the air.
"Sir! They went back. It appears in an effort to look for her." An man called up to the platform where the madman was still holding Max to him.
"Wonderful. Take her back to her cell." The madman said and practically tossed Max at the man who'd gotten his attention.
"May I, sir?" The man asked, grinning wickedly down at the limp figure of a girl in his arms.
"Fine." The madman waved his hand dismissively. "A beating only! Parker..." The madman warned, this caused Parker to frown slightly, he'd wanted to have some fun with the captive. Never the less, he would follow orders... even if his altered plans were far less fun than the ones he'd originally intended.
Sorry this is so dark.
I don't normally write this darkly but to get the story fully across it kinda' had to be this dark.
I'm hoping it won't stay dark for long.
Dark is just no fun to write.