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Chapter 8

Roman didn't try to approach her. He left her alone. That was probably because each time he so much as grazed her with his hand or body, she would scream and she felt something inside of her snap. She didn't trust him anymore. She still did her chores. She knew her position. She knew what she was there for, but she no longer groomed herself the way she had before. She still took bathes but she no longer brushed her hair. What did it matter? She did it to please him.

She got up and fixed his breakfast, but her heart wasn't it in the meals anymore. The cookbook she had been using started to collect dust after a while. She did his laundry, cleaned his house and worked the crops. Roman stopped taking her with him for his mid-day romps and she didn't want to go anyway. She felt like she had been toyed with. Her master had been so nice for so long and then just because other males of his species were present he beat her. She guessed he had to prove himself, but if he loved her so much, he wouldn't have cared what they thought.

Six months dragged by and the skittish ways she had adopted never faded. She was always on edge. She eyed him and curled herself whenever she saw him take his belt off or pick up objects that could be used to punish her.

For the first time in years, Roman went to the flea market without her. She took the alone time to think. Although he had kept his distance since the beating he always hovered close. She snuck off to the pond and sat down on a rock. She let her feet dangle in the warm water. She could see a memory of the two of them play out in the middle of that pond. Those moments were so special and she missed them. So many times she wanted to crawl into bed with him and let him put his arms around her. She needed to feel a touch. She didn't sleep anymore. She barely ate. She found herself wishing to die.

"Well hello." She jumped to her feet and retreated at the sound of the man's deep voice. That voice echoed in her nightmares. Flair towered over her. His grey streaked blond waving like a mad man. He wore gold on his fingers and had fur draped around his shoulders even though it was blazing hot, but the scariest site was the monster standing behind him.

There was only one way in and out Roman's favorite hide away and it was hidden by thick tree branches and bushes. They must have followed her and she was alone. She backed up against the rock behind her and screamed. Flair kept coming. Her fangs and wildness did not affect him. Her breathing increased. She was cornered. Flair flicked his fingers to order his Ivex and she was helpless to escape the large hand that grasped and tossed her over his shoulder.

She was taken away. Dropped into the middle of a strange barn where she stared at a crowd of Ivex.

"I always knew that kid would cave." Flair smiled as he spoke to his hired men. They stood with whips in their hands. She coward, escaping to the nearest corner and watched as he patted his favorite on the back. "It's time she was reminded of what she is. She's all yours Diesel boy." And his cackling echoed in her ears as he exited.

Diesel eyed her but he didn't come after her. The others investigated, poking and sniffing. They reminded her of a pack of dogs. She couldn't believe where she had ended up. Roman had sold her! Her aloofness had finally come back to bite her. He didn't want her anymore. He hated her.

The sun set and she was shaking from the cold and fear. They wouldn't leave her alone and the look on some of the male's faces was terrifying. So similar to the desires she had seen in Roman's eyes, but different. So different. Yet, it was the large one that she feared the most.

The sunset and she was trapped. She wondered if she would ever get to see it again. She wondered what her life would be like now. Would she always sit in that dark barn? Would she always be poked and grabbed at? She felt so different from those beings. How could they be alike? How could she be one of them?

She eyed the big male. He had females all over him. Two of them kissed his neck and rubbed on his large chest, but his eyes stayed focused on Mya. Another female brought him a drink. It didn't look like water. She was sort of in awe over him. He was an Ivex, yet he was the one who reigned over the entire bunch. Other males were scared of him. The females gathered stayed close, some rested at his feet until he stood. He only had to shrug them off to make them stay and not follow. He crossed the room, towered over her. He bent down, snatched her hand, and pulled her to her feet and against him so fast she had no time to think. She began to sob and scream, but he growled back. His fangs did not retract as hers did and he sunk them into her neck, biting. She cried with the pain until she felt nothing but numbness. She had been poisoned, subdued. Her head lulled around and she felt intoxicated as she tripped along, dragged by his hand on her upper arm with no resistance from her.

Diesel had his own little hide away. A small shack on the property that no other Ivex dared enter. He nearly tossed her inside then closed the door. She laid there, unable to defend herself, unable to do more than move in jilted short movements. Her hands seemed to float by accompanied by a wave. She sort of liked the feeling. Her head felt light and her thoughts were gone. Her head no longer hurt. It had been throbbing for some time, almost constantly. She stared up at this beast with heavy eyes. He could do whatever he wanted at any moment and she didn't have the capacity to care.

He dropped down upon her and she didn't care. If she wasn't so numb what he was about to do would surely hurt, but she couldn't feel it. All her emotions had settled and for a moment she just wanted to feel something. Anything. Someone's gentle touch. She needed that more than she realized.

"We do what we have to do to get by." Diesel spoke. Gently brushing hair away from her face. "It's funny. I was convicted for doing this." He laughed as he caressed her more gently than she ever expected. "They thought this was a punishment but it actually is the best thing that could have happened. I'm satisfied. I can have any woman I want whenever I want. I want you." But he didn't go for what he wanted. "But, you are different."


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