IM BACK! I don't even know where to begin. Does sorry help? No. I know it doesn't but it's a start! I am so sorry to all my readers, you are all amazing! I cant believe how fast time has flown by! In the beginning was thinking about taking a small break but nothing like this! I promise Ill start updating soon! I will make the next chapter better! I hope you can forgive me and accept this chapter as a gift? Yeah? Great haha. ENJOY:D

The restless slaves were working extra hard in the field that day, just like they were working yesterday and the day before that.

They were all hunched over on all fours, so hunched over that you could see the lines of their spines, their thin layer of sickening, dry looking skin did nothing to hide it. Their mandibles were constantly dripping with thick saliva, every once in a while it would drip onto the heated ground before quickly disappearing as it evaporated from the two great, blazing suns. It was drastically hot that afternoon; a little too hot, even for me. I still wasn't use to the planet's unusual heat, if I were to simply walk outside to long, my skin would instantly turn a brilliant hint of light pink.

The slaves didn't mind the humidity since they had scaly skin that would protect them. This was their home after all, they were physically built to be able to live on this planet. It was sad, disturbing to think that each one of them were someone's daughters and sons, they were born to live life, not to be horribly bossed around for some one awful like Berserker.

Today was different, today the slaves were whining and panting loudly like dogs, they'd vividly stick their long tongues out in attempt to cold themselves down. They stuck their tongue back in their fleshy mouths once it became to dry to handle.

They weren't given water, not even the tiniest drops, if they did, it was an extremely rare occasion. It wasn't that Berserker didn't have water it was that he kept it from them. Berserker never allowed them to get a drink and they were beginning to get use to it. But today, water was all they could keep their subtle minds on. The temperature and humidity made many of the wobble, the sun razes that teasingly danced in front of them made their knees weak. Some took a life threatening decision and refused to work on the field were they'd work on the soil, their cruel job was to make sure it was pure and fresh and able to grow plants in. In conclusion to them not receiving water, some slaves began disobeying willingly.

Berserker ordered the guards to beat them excruciatingly. Berserker would some times even watch as they were brutally beaten until he believed they had enough.

He enjoyed watching them beg and cry for mercy, his blinding power made him emotionless.

The guards automatically listened to their leader's wicked request, but after abusing the slaves countless times, the slaves themselves got thirsty for something to satisfied their dry throats. The sun was torturing the guards as well, no one was safe from its razes.

"Ju'dha, Ju'dha."

That's all I could hear. That word echoed from outside and seemed to be sucked in by the walls where they landed onto my ears.

I stood quietly as I gingerly looked out the wide window, it was to hard to watch the events that were being taken place, the overwhelming bright light that was coming in made my eyes twitch. The view was unappealing to watch, the pitiful slaves looked toward the building that housed Berserker with horror and anger. Wanting nothing more than to burn it down with him in it. I didn't blame them.

To think he made the slaves work right outside his bedroom. He enjoyed to watch them work restlessly, the fact that they worked endlessly, day and night was sickly entertaining to him. Ever since I found out about where the slaves worked I was on the look out for Yeyinde, I searched for her countless times but I always failed in spotting her out.

Remembering that he was in the same room I called out, "Berserker," I looked behind me, resting my head on my shoulder, I placed my hands upon the glass with light pressure, possibly staining it with my hand prints, "you need to give them water, they can't do the work you're giving them without water." I always told him the same thing, day by day id tell him to give the slaves water. He never bothered to listen to me, he never did.

He was sitting comfortably in his soft chair. His mandibles stood still with relaxation, the usual blank look in his eyes told me he had no care in the world, he didn't care about what I was planning on saying but he appeared to tried to halt me from speaking.

It was chilly inside, the room was cold enough to make my teeth chatter every once in a while. It was like a blanket of ice hugging me.

At last, his head turned a bit, the silky dreadlocks that was planted on his shoulder slowly slid down his arm "Half of them have survived this long, I'm sure the other half will last just as long." He laughed darkly.

My mouth tightened, my jaw bone was popping out vigorously, "Why are you letting them die," my breathing increased, "what the hell are you gonna do when other half is died? Their lives are useful to you. They did all the labor that was asked of them, you need them and yet you can't even give them a drop of water! You just sit around not caring, that's your problem; you don't care."

What utterly scared me the most was that he was calm, his silence was deafening. The need to yell or cause me pain didn't seem to enter his mind. I wasn't being punished for raising my voice at the all mighty lord. He just sat in his seat, staying oddly silent. The peace and quiet was oddly cruel and unnatural.

"Berserker." I called out to him with exhaustion, he was acting strange. A bit too strange.

Ju'dha.

The weak voices prayed from outside.

I took a vivid step forward, as I did so, my eyes scanned him up and down as if searching for an answer for his misleading behavior. I kept my talkative mouth shut, not like it mattered, I couldn't think of a single word to say.

"Berserker." I repeated his name again. I stood in front of him, waiting for him to show a sign of life. Finally he looked up with his bright ruby eyes, dangerously looking around before crucially resting onto my spooked eyes.

The sound of his breathing was enough for me to quickly silence my voice.

"You wish to join them?" He pushed off his brawny arms to get his devilish body detached from chair, he stood boldly, the chair squeaked as his weight was lifted off it, his large dominant body make me swallow cautiously, "really, making you work out there with them is no trouble. They could use one more slave out there."

Ju'dha

The voices made my puzzled brain ache with sadness, listening with gilt stabbing at my aching heart. I felt like I was shrinking, standing in front of him I felt emotionally small and defenseless, his words always left a wound on me internally.

"And what? You're gonna let me die?" I backed up as I remembered how tall he really was. His exotic height was nothing to mess with. His shoulder's seemed to grow as they bulked out. He had no armor on, none of the wrist devices he always typed on with his talons. It left his scaly flesh bare. His unique scales mirrored Colt's, they were strikingly the same, every black and red bumpy scale was exact.

His smiled, the way his mandibles curled oddly in an abnormal way to form that witched grin was frightened to watch. He laughed making his upper body erupt with movement, "You speak as if your life is more meaningful than theirs."

The corners of my mouth twitched as I crossed my ankles in shock, "Of course I don't think that." My voice didn't sound as confident as it once did.

Just like that he could break my spirit, just his gruesome words were enough to form an uncomfortable knot in the back of my throat. Just when I thought I could withstand his abusive language, I couldn't. He stepped closer, I didn't even need to look up to see him physically move, the approaching heat radiating off him was enough for me to sense where he was. The surrounding cold, crisp air seemed to disappear, in its absence, his warmth made my skin crawl pleasantly.

Berserker stood tall in front of me, if I were to look forward Id meet his abdomen. The muscles stretched his thin yet rash skin. Unlike the slaves outside that were suffering from the sun, I secretly didn't mind the heat coming from Berserker. His warmth was calming my shivering bones.

I wanted nothing more than to be sheltered in that warmth, the heat coming from him made me question how his body never sweat from him just sitting. If it wasn't for the fact I was keeping my balance, I would have leaned forward to rest my head on his chest.

As if reading my mind, he leaned in close, closer than he's gotten to me in a while. I liked the fact that my personal space was being violent all because I wanted that warmth. It wasn't something I could get by laying in bed with furs around me, no, his warmth was different. In the corner of my eye I noticed a bit of movement, his arm was coming toward me. My parted lips quivered in shock. Gasping, I felt his large hand grab at the back of my left thigh, my back gave in and leaned forward sharpingly, crushing my chest against his stomach unpredictably.

What surprised me the most was that I was enjoying the feeling of his hot hand running upward to my bottom but then I remembered who he was. Just as I thought I was going to let him continue I leaned backward, rejecting him.

I looked up to met his glance, he saw the noticeable regret in my eyes. I was sorrow for not letting him carry on but I knew I had to stop his actions. I couldn't let him get his way when he was killing so many. My heart was beating excruciatingly against my ear drums.

He started to grin suddenly.

Letting me go, I started to breathing out my mouth, anxious to see what he was planning on doing next.

He turned to walk past my spooked figure, as he did I jumped from the contact.

His heavy arm bumped harshly into my boney shoulder.

He was obviously toying with me. As soon as he moved away from me, the bitter cold attacked my chest, destroying the last bit of pleasuring heat that lived on me. Embarrassed, I crossed my arms over my chest protectively. I grabbed at my hand which held a scar, remembering how I reserved the scar and the promise I made to Yeyinde to set her free from this hell made my head spin in shame. I turned and watched as he laughed deeply, mockingly me. He knew what he was doing to me, he always did.

Blinking rapidly I turned my head frigidly and aimed my attention toward the bed. I couldn't let him enjoy his games, the games that I fell victim to in the past.

I was attracted to him like an innocent moth to a flam, a dangerous, deadly flam.

I hated myself. Oh god I did.

I couldn't utter believe what was happening to me, it wasn't something that normally would have come across my mind but I was suddenly beginning to linger endless in the back of my head.

I laid on the relaxing fur that covered the entire length of the bed. My back was firmly resting backward, I glanced upward as my wide eyes stayed in one place. I was looking into the darkness of the wide room, the devilish shades that swallowed the room was giving me peace. The fact that I couldn't see the situation I was in made my body stop its noticeable shaking.

I was alone with Colt. For now. We were never completely alone, Berserker always had one of his numerous guards blocking the door, making absolute sure I didn't wonder off into the mysterious hallways that kept doors that no one knew what held inside.

Colt was laying soundlessly in his own petite bed. The bed that they gave me, it was like a crib, not completely similar but close even to compare it to a crib.

He was growing, fast. Faster than I could keep up. It wasn't that time was flying by, it was his physical features that was shocking me. I remember telling Berserker about it the other day, he laughed at me, telling me that it was normal. Thinking about Colt was stopping me from thinking about the other odd subject that was occupying my mind. I was a bit ashamed to be even thinking about it. It was like I had no control over it.

I needed Berserker. Physically. Remembering his warmth and the feeling of his hands were driving me crazily insane. I wasn't acting like myself, I didn't hold the will to control myself. I sighed at the wall in all out hatred toward myself.

It was something I had been craving for but didn't have the guts to show him. The need for him was identical for the need of water for the slaves outside.

He didn't deserve anything from me and he wasn't going to get anything from me. Shutting my eyes painfully shut I bit down on the back of my jaw.

But I needed him. The thought of him made me grip at the fur behind me in frustration. I could sense my heart beat between my legs. I needed to fight the craving, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could take. But I needed to be strong and reject the urge that overwhelmed every part of my body. I couldn't let it happen, I wouldn't.

Translation: Ju'dha: Water

This chapter isn't as good as the others but I wanted to update to make you all happy! The next one will be better! I wanted you guys to see that despite Bella hating Berserker, she still has her needs and maybe if she does what he wants maybe he'll return the favor (wink wink)