Chapter 10

Days had past. I could tell from the different sounds that seemed to emit from the animal's outsides when it was night and day. I had not seen Victor in a matter of days, and I could feel my body weaken from lack of food. I had to get out of here and now. I pulled and tugged at the chains, but with each day going by I was weakening. I was trying to focus on squeezing my hand out of the chains, but I was too weak to successfully do this. Was he really planning to keep me locked up like this? No I couldn't do that, I couldn't live like this. I needed a plan. I needed to earn his trust enough to get out of here and soon away from him. So it was time to pretend to be a good kitten. Could I even do that?

'No you have been a slave to the white man for too long. Your family would want you to fight!' I heard my thoughts speak. I closed my eyes and looked down for a moment feeling as if I might cry. So many choices, but I had to make a choice and I had to make one now. The door opened and I saw Victor walk in, and I stared at him for a moment. He had a bucket of water in his hands and a wash cloth in his other hand, but in that hand was a huge collar with a chain attached to it. Great. I looked down not being able to face him, and he didn't say anything. He moved over to the bed and placed the collar around my neck and slowly released my chained arms. I was still naked from when he was last here. He pulled the collar up which made me sit up, and I was unsure of what I should do.

He moved me on to his lap and pressed the cloth into the water and then to my body, and I jumped some at the feeling of it against my skin. I couldn't believe he was bathing me. I just remained still and looked down at the ground as he continued to wash me. He washed my arms and my stomach and around my breasts. He even washed my legs and in between. He placed his hand on the back of my neck which had the collar and bent me over some so he could wash my back and everywhere else. This was humiliating and degrading. I needed to get out of here, but there was no way he would let me out by just showing him submission. It would be too easy, and he'd know I wanted to escape. So I had to plan this out smart and right.

His pants were splattered with water and soap from bathing me. When he was done, he placed this big white shirt over my body that slid off my right shoulder. This thing was huge. He didn't say a word to me as he moved me off his lap and chained my hands back and released the collar from me. He moved back towards the door, and now I had to plant the seed before he departed.

"Thank you." I said weakly and softly and he did not say anything as left out the door. I stared at the closed door and looked around at the room I was in. It was just four walls and a bed. I noted there were dust particles the shape of squares and what not around the walls. There was furniture here and he had removed them. But why, did he move them because of me?

Victor's POV

I threw the water out onto the grass of the front porch and just growled with inner frustration. A part of me was proud that I did not take her right then and there like I was supposed to, and another part of me, my feral side, was upset I didn't take her like I was supposed to. She is my mate, she is supposed to submit to the male. I knew I had come on strong, but it had to be done, she needed to know so she would submit quicker.

But she did the exact opposite. I sat down on the wooden chair which was on the front of the porch of the small house I had built for hiding out in. Now it's used to keep her in. I crossed my arms with another growl. Why wouldn't she just give in? Was it a pride thing, a woman thing, a racial thing?

I tensed now and looked up at my last thought. Was it a racial thing? Would she not accept me, because I'm white and she's black? Do I repulse her? Does she prefer a black cock over mine! I was shaking with growing anger, but then stopped and decided to think more about my inner thoughts. That couldn't be it, because she was living in the house of the owner of that whore house. It couldn't be a racial thing. I sighed with relief that I thought that through before I barged back in there and showed her how much better my cock was then any other male's cock.

But now I had to think of the future. I would soon be called to go around the world due to Stryker's orders and I could not leave her here by herself. That would cause major tension, and it would take even longer to break her. Not to mention I may even want her to like me and not just accept me. God these thoughts were annoying me. I felt like a woman myself. I needed to go kill something or someone. When I return I guess I should bring her some food. I think she deserves it. But I knew it was only a matter of time that she would try and submit to me for freedom, which disappointed me. But that was okay. When she uses her body to submit I shall continue to use mine in order to make her start to love the pleasure she got when I fucked her. I gave a low chuckle as I moved down the porch and entered the forest.

Solara's POV

I could hear his heavy footsteps moving down the porch and I was relieved to know he was just gone from the house. My stomach rattled and it demanded food. Maybe I could practice my begging and see if he could…feed me when he returned.