I woke up to voices. Although I couldn't hear really understand what they were saying. I lazily reached for the blanket, pulling it over myself. It was an automatic kinda thing. The voices stopped, and everything was silent. I didn't feel as bad as the last two times I woke up. Which was a plus. I rolled over, curling up into a little ball. The bed beneath me was freezing, it felt like steel, I grumbled. Trying to get comfortable, but to no avail. I opened my eyes groggily. Then closed them, then opened them again. This time really taking in the room. There were five men in the back. Talking lightly. Then a woman in brown by the door, smoking a cigarett. And two men in front of me. Not only 5 or so feet away. I opened my eyes bigger. Curling up slightly tighter. I sat up slowly, looking around. Same room, more people. I didn't like this situation. I couldn't take on everyone, I wasn't even sure I could take on one. Maybe the woman. . .again only in vain did I believe this. I looked from one person to another. Everyone looked back at me. "Where-am-I?" I said this sternly. I was also getting tired of asking this. The one man in front of me turned his head a little. "She is untrained?" He said to no one. A couple people nodded, everyone else just looked bored.
"Untrained, who do you think you are?" I asked incredulously. Untrained? I am no dog. The man looked amused, he bowed lightly. His spikey short hair staying in place. Except his black eyes lifted to mine. Silencing me. I took a deep breath. He stepped forward, I scooted back. I took the blanket slowly, wrapping it around myself. I didn't like being in a whole room with people, half nude. I breathed lightly. Trying to calm myself down as much as I could.
"Are you afraid?" I burrowed my eyebrows.
"Fuck you." I said harshly.
He looked pissed, his senical smile turned to an evil grin, he started walking towards me. He kneeled over the bed grasping me by the throat. I coughed, as he squeezed harder.
"Learn to hold your mouth, slave." I looked at him strangely. Then I got pissed. I judo chopped his arm, breaking the connection. I flipped him over the bed, straddling his waiste. I heald my hand to his throat. Squeezing harshly. His breathing stopped, and I sware I almost felt his heart stop too. I bared my teeth.
"Learn to shut the hell up you sinical prick." He smiled, growling. If doing both was possible, this man did it perfectly. I looked around the room, watching the people. Their bored expressions looked amused. They were all smiling. In fact the woman by the door was laughing, clapping lightly.
"Well done, sugar." She had this. . .strange accent. Southern, very very southern. Except she was deathly pale. I don't think the woman ever saw a ray of sunshine. Her smile was white, and almost blinding. She had thick red curls, draping her large bosom and back. She was tall. Probably around 6 foot or so. Beautifully perfect. She had pressed slacks on. Tan, a black lace blouse. Black stilletoe pumps, the kit and caboodle. I was brought out of my thoughts when I was thrown across the room viciously. I slammed against it, a nasty crack erupting from my back. The scratchy blanket was on the bed, so my small black panties and the exposed bottom of my rear was into view. I layed on my side, my back facing everyone. My black hair covering different odds of my body. My legs were crossed. And my eyes were closed. I wasn't unconciouse, but something happened. I didn't move.
"Oh, well, that's great. Let's just kill her." This was from the southern woman.
"The little one's got spice." Someone said, male.
"You could say that." Another far away male.
Another male was laughing, it was a beautiful laugh. "I thought you were scared for a minute there Anthony. Have you learned your lesson? Did the little girl teach you to hold your mouth?"
"I think I taught her to hold hers." He growled, it made me shake mentally.
"No, I think you just knocked her unconciouse. I'm pretty sure if she were awake she would still be telling you off." The man was trying to say the sentence without laughing, but failed horribly.
"She's a pretty little thang, isn't she?" The woman said softly. Everyone was silent, it made me feel uncomfortable.
"She's a good fighter, for her age, and for human." Human? What was that supposed to mean? Someone chuckled, another male. I was getting tired of the guy's voices.
"She's tiny."
"Oh shut up boy, you want her." The woman.
"I have to admit, she's very. . .alluring when she is angry." His voice was husky, and that made me. . .really uncomfortable.
"What's her story anyways?" My story, was a horrible one.
"I don't know. Something like they found her in the woods, she was singing. It was late at night. Adam found her. Apparently they faught." Anthony.
"What do you mean, faught?" The sounthern woman.
"He backed her to a tree, she caught a limb and tried to smack him with it, he grabbed it. She only used it for a distraction, kicking his leg. She tried to run away, but he grabbed her by the hair. She took his knife and cut her own hair. But she accidentally tripped, knocking herself out."
"Wow. This was from Adam?"
"Yeah." Silence.
"She tried to escape earlier. She opened the air shaft."
The woman chuckled.
"You mean to say she got inside?"
"No, it was too small, he had to pull her down."
"Spicy indeed." She said softly. I groned. My back really hurt. And my bottom was cold from the air. Everyone's breath caught, listening. The door suddenly opened, but I couldn't turn to see. Something very bad happened to my back on the last hit. My pouty lips were facing the wall. Doing exactly what they were, pouting. The room filled with a chill, and everyone was positively silent.
"What happened." It was Adam. The brown haired man. No one moved, or tried to explain.
"She attacked." Anthony. What a bastard.
"You attacked first." The southern woman.
"She needs to learn respect."
"She gives it when it is given."
"She is a slave!" Slap and silence. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was heard throughout the room. Echoeing.
"Enough Adam." A soft male voice said. It was a new voice. It was delicate and quiet, but it held venom right under the surface. The silence was starting to get to me. Someone touched my back, I didn't move, couldn't.
"It's broken." He said lightly. He lifted me effortlessly, bridal style. I couldn't open my eyes. But I whimpered loudly from the pain that shot through me. I tried not to cry, but failed. Sniffling againt the man's cold chest. Air whooshed by us while he left the room. Pacing. Another door was opened after a while. I was set onto a cold table. I did open my eyes this time, greeted with the most beautiful man I'd ever saw in my life time. His hair was fine, and long. So long I couldn't see where it ended. It was in waves, not straight like mine, or curly thick like the woman's. Just a fine wave of beautiful hair. His skin was a complexion of fair white. Like lilles. Soft and delicate. He had big blue eyes. Not the ice kind, more leaning towards grey. A deep grey, like the color of a snow wolf's coat. He had a defined jaw, leading to a delicate curve of shoulders. His face was delicate and feminin. Except his body was not. It was muscular. Not freakishly so, just along with that delicate musculine. He had the aurmona of a man. It was intoxicating. It mellowed out my raging fear. Making it only a dull ache, leading along the pain to my back to nothing more than a throbbing. Until all the pain was gone. We stared at eachother for a good long while. His eyes soft and. . .somewhat lazy like a feline. It was hypnotizing. They were hypnotizing, this man was hypnotizing. My mind was a cloud, staring at him. I wanted to close my eyes and never wake up, and I almost did. Until someone came into the room. I didn't look to see. I didn't move. He took my hair away for my sweating face, wraping it delicately into a wrap around my shoulder. Laying it down easily. Someone was sliding my panties down my legs. I wanted to move, but coudln't. I just, couldn't look away. My eyes got big and I started to say something, but his eyes just got more intense, and his smile more hypnotizing. I closed my eyes trying to wake up. "Wake up." I whispered. I long nail lifted my chin. I opened my eyes slowly. Looking away from his eyes, but still at his face. My bra was being removed. I had myself back enough to cover myself, I didn't mean to whimper. But it came out non-the-less. He smiled delicately, softly. Something was placed gentlyat my opening. And my eyes got massive. I bit my bottom lip.My hand found his soft hand beside my face. I gripped it tightly, squezing my eyes closed as hard as I could. His hand held mine lightly. His hand was soft, everything about this man was beautiful. His nail scratched the inside of my palm gently. Reassuringly. The 'something' was pressed into me more. I sucked in breath. Pain hit me below my abdomen. His finger dipped inside me deeply, slowlygoing in circles.I heard him say it, but didn't really listen to it, because it was roughly pulled out of me. I yelped at the sudden pain. It didn't feel as bad as my back, it was like someone was sticking me with a large surgical needle, carelessly. I breathed hard. Still not listening to what the man was saying. I didn't care.
"She's pure." And then there was silence. They were. . .inspecting me? My hands were pulled from my chest, and I pulled them back. I accidentally opened my eyes to look into the white haired man's. He smiled more, but his eyes left mine. He was looking at the person above me. Those eyes betrayed his careing smile. It betrayed his whole outlook. He looked deadly and ready to attack, even though the smile and his expression was still light and happy. Trusting, almost. He caught my eyes again, and winked. Smiling easily, like father would to a daughter with a scratch on her knee, while he cleaned it out. Promising it wouldn't hurt. This brought a burning to my chest, and a fat tear roll down my cheek. His eyes followed the tear. His hand never left mine, only raised a finger to whipe it away. His smile faultered, but when he returned his gaze to mine, it replinished. Hands held my chest gently in two rough hands, feeling. Another tear.
"C." My lower lip pouted. I wanted to die, and I hated this and everyone else. Something cold was wrapped around my waiste, measuring.
"Seventeen twenty four." I had a tiny wasite. Although my hips were large and wide. I'd gotten compliments on my body before, but ignored them in vain. I was only 17. Another tear at that thought fell. What a young age to die. Was I going to die? That thought didn't scare me as much as it should have. I opened my eyes again, looking at the white haired man, tears falling freely. He looked sad, but still held his ground, smiling. His extremely long lashes slowly blinking every now and then; while rough hands took over my body, examining every inch.
"Scar on her left ankle." Pause, "It looks like a wolf bite." He looked up at him at that. More silence, "Just a dog Lord." Lord? What the hell was wrong with these people! He turned back to me. The other man took both my wrists in one of his hand, rubbing them together. Then pulling them apart, looking intently at them.
"She has a bad right wrist." The white haired man said nothing. Someone walked into the room, holding the door open. A smaller bra was fitted to me, and then comfortable panties. Sliding easily up my shaped legs. The door stayed open, just long enough for me to focuse on something other than the man. Finally I sat up. Wrenching away from the man who inspected me. A sudden, unfamiliar pain shot through my lower abdomen, cursing through my stomach, between my legs. I whimpered. Falling into the courner. The same people were in the room again. The southern woman, then men, Anthony, and lastly Adam. Resting against the door, although keeping a watchful eye on everyone, especially the white haired man. The man who inspected me, handed a sheet of paper to the woman. She raised her eyebrows at looking at it. From it, to me, and then back again. Still keeping that lazy face.
"That little thing is pure? Look at her." She stated simply. I wrapped my head in my arms. Shielding myself from everyone. Maybe I'd just die, but I knew I wasn't that lucky.
"Well, we can change that." That was from the bastard, Anthony. He stepped over towards me. I hugged against the wall. Maybe if I pushed hard enough I'd just, dissapear. Movement caught my eye, the white haired man stood up. Anthony stopped in his tracks. His eyes trailing over to him. He bowed his head, without looking up.
"I'm sorry. . .my Lord." The white haired man nodded.
"You will step away, and not come near her again." He lifted his head at this. Looking intently at him. But the look quickly faded.
"Yes, my Lord." He growled. There was a whip of air, and then white haired man had his claws digging into Anthony's face. I couldn't then man they called Lord, except for his back.
"What did you say, Anthony?" He said it calmly, bored. Anthony was terrified, his fear reaked.
"Y-Yes my Lord." He studdered appologizingly. The Lord nodded. Walking back to the huddled form of me. I shifted to where I could hide myself even better. I was like a tiny white ball. With little lace undergarments. He picked me up, much to my dismay. I didn't try to push away, I knew that was stupid. I gripped his silk shirt in my hands, pushing my forehead against his chest.
"Adam." He called out softly. Adam strode over silently, the same bored look on his face.
"Yes." He was the first to not call him my Lord. How refreshing.
"Take her to the bathing room." He said softly. I looked up at the man, staring at him, pleading and begging in my eyes. My face still streaked with tears, I gripped his shirt tightly. Not wanting to let go. He smiled down at me.
"I will see you later on, pet." I shook, sniffling. I put my head down, my hair shielding my face, as Adam took me in his grasp. I laid my head against his chest trying not to cry.
"As for you, everyone leave us." His soft voice was heard throughout the room. Everyone left in a beautiful scurry. I just then noticed how beautiful everyone was, how was that possible? And indeed, everyone left. The only people left in that horrifying room left, was Anthony and the 'Lord.'
