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~ Chapter Eight ~

"You shouldn't have done that." Robert looked at the girl from his seat across the little cell and shook his head, standing up to walk over to where she was laying down. She took time in opening her eyes, trying to focus on his face and then shaking her head, tears dripping down her face and falling onto the hard mattress she had just woken up on.

"You have to make this easier for me, you have to work with me here Sonny." She nodded and then sighed,

"I don't know what came over me."

"It's okay, make sure it doesn't happen again – I need to get you out of here but I will never get the chance to do that if you carry on the way you did last night."

"Sorry." He shook his head and smiled,

"It's okay, go back to sleep." She nodded and bit down on her lower lip, closing her eyes again as she tried to think past the throbbing pain that kept shooting through her starving body.

Robert watched her and shook his head, he wanted to help her, he needed to help her. He looked back at the door and then sighed, she was the youngest – and most famous – slave that the master had ever asked for, she had so much more to live for and he needed to make sure she could make it out of this hell alive.

He looked down at the floor as a tear dripped down his face, he had seen so many people die and he couldn't leave, he felt a bond to these girls that his father – the master – longed to keep all the time. Robert's mother had been one of them over thirty years ago. Robert had always hoped that his 'habit' would have stopped when he reached a certain age, but the man always needed someone to keep, someone that was his.

Robert had watched so many girls come and go his whole life, he had seen the pain in their eyes, the blood dripping down the bodies, the bruises covering them, he had heard them scream for his father to get off of them, he had heard them scream for help. He had held them when they cried, he had wiped away their blood and tears.

But the thing that hurt most of all – he had vowed to help every single one of them, and every single one of them had been murdered right in front of him. He had failed all of them, he saw the hate in their eyes for the last time before they dropped down to the ground. He didn't want it to happen to Sonny, he didn't want to see the guilt or hate in her eyes, he wasn't going to fail her.

He shook his head and stood up, opening the door to the tiny cell she would have to stay in for so long, he could only hope that she would take his advice from now on, she would be able to last longer and he could get her out of there then – if only.

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The old man looked down at his hands and shook his head, he had managed to get some of her blood on him. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, going into his bathroom to wash his hands.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror and grinned, he knew that in no time Allison Munroe would be under his control, she would be truly his. He had known that he just had to have her when he had first seen her face in a magazine he had walked past – he had known she was the one.

He grinned at himself, he had her now and there was nothing anybody could do to stop him from doing everything he had dreamed of doing to the sixteen year old girl. He wondered what she was going to be like, he had never had someone who had been so young in his cells before, he had never picked anyone to be at his beck and call under the age of twenty.

He sighed and laughed a little, she would be perfect, he thought to himself. He knew that she was going to be his girl forever now, even after death they were his. His own person collection of beautiful women, and she could be added to the large wall he kept hidden in the back of his house.

But first, he was going to make sure he had as much fun with her as possible.

A/N: A little insight into the 'master's mind there, would you like more of him? Or do you think that it's a little too creepy and just keep it to Sonny/Chad/Tawni.

Oh and Robert, what do you think about him?