I could do nothing but stare up at the ceiling for the longest time. What exactly was he? A demon? A Monster? Satan himself? I found myself shifting in the covers again as I tried my best to get comfortable and fall asleep, but it evaded me. He said he would leave me be until I came out on my own. But images of that skeletal creature staring at me, staring INTO my soul was causing such a soul crushing anxiety that I was indeed wide awake even in my exhaustion. fear raked through me so hard at the mere though of him coming through that door again. What would he want from me next time? The drug was long gone. Just thinking about it... ugh. Another shiver.

It took a long time to begin feeling actually sleepiness. Hours possibly. My eyes were becoming heavier and heavier. My limbs tingling in that sweet euphoria of floating right before sleep when I heard a gentle tap on the door. The change in my body was almost concerning. Muscles locking up tight, curling in on myself to try and get as small as I could possibly get with the thick comforter bunched up to my ears, not thrown over my head as well. I was shivering again, and had to work to not let my teeth chatter together by biting my tongue.

I heard the door open and then close again. Maybe he was just checking in on me. Making sure I was still here. I doubted I could escape through the window. I was on the third story of a beautiful looking manor building. The grounds outside were well kept, with tons of forest surrounding it. There were hedges, a fountain, and a flower garden right outside of the window. I had searched the drawers looking to find anything to tie together to make into a rope but with no luck. The blankets were to thick, and there was no top sheet, only a fitted one, probably on purpose. The Huge bed I currently lay on had been impossibly hard to move and was so far from the window that there was nothing to tie the sheets onto anyways. I could always attempt to jump out of the window anyways, but then I risked injury, and who knew how fast the creature could run, if it could smell me like a dog and track me down. I couldn't risk it. I had to get out of here with a sound body in order to actually run away.

After a few moments of waiting I lifted the covers and peeked throughout the room. All seemed safe before I looked to my right and found the man. He was sitting as he had when I first woke up. My eyes bugged, but my shivering stopped. I was frozen. Fresh waves of adrenaline washed through my body and I was up, out of the bed, and in the bathroom before He could say a word to me. Shit, who knew? Maybe he let me, maybe he could have stopped me. He is a Monster after all. There was a gentle tapping on the other side of the door and I began to hyperventilate, covering my mouth and rocking as the terror again washed through me in waves.

"Listen kid. I already told you you're safe here. Why don't you come out of there so we can get some food into your system." There was a long moment of silence before I heard him sigh deeply.

"A-are you going to eat me?" I whispered. It was almost inaudible yet.. he still heard.

"Although to him you smell.. so,"He paused. "Nah Kid, I'm not gonna eat you. I do however have things to be doing and I don't want to have to keep worrying about if you're starving or not. Come out and lets go to the kitchens to get something to eat. Whatever you want." I contemplated what he said. Obviously there was more to it. Did he really eat people? Why did he refer to himself in the third person? my stomach let out an audible growl at the mention of food for a second time. I slowly stood myself up on shaky legs. There was no way I could hide like this from him forever. I've dealt with terrible situations head on. I could deal with this one as well. Taking a long deep breath, I slowly clasped the handle and turned it. As I inched open the door I heard movement on the other side and when I peeked out I saw the man with his hands up in a way that you would show an aggressively frightened animal that you weren't meaning any harm.

He wore the dark blue trench coat, open at the chest, with gloves, boots, and a collar on. He was so tall that I almost debated stepping back into the bathroom but swallowed dryly and stepped out. He smiled warmly at this, an odd glint in his eye, almost as if he were proud of myself or himself, there wasn't really a way to know without asking him. He then gestured to the other door in the room and I found my feet moving as I took my eyes off of him to look at it. Adrenaline surged through me again when I walked out into the hallway and could hear him behind me moving closer. The hairs on my neck raised under goosebumps as I could only imagine him behind me with razor sharp teeth and a monstrously distorted figure leaning over me. Yet when I looked back he was five, maybe 6, feet behind me with his hands in his pockets just casually following without staring at me. Nonchalance poured off of him.

"You're going to take a left down this hallway." I looked forward again right before smacking into a wall and turned sharply to the left I heard him chuckled and felt my cheeks heat. There were a few old looking frames here and there though I didn't stop to look at the art inside of them. Old style wallpaper adorned the walls, and dark wooden floors matched with a slightly lighter wooden trim. The doors along the hall were a heavy wood similar to the ones in my room. The home screamed old, possibly historic with the wide hallways and tall ceilings. The walk to the kitchen also proved that the home was rather large, though I should have guessed that by the size of that yard outside of my window.

The kitchen wasn't to far and by the end of the walk I could barely keep myself on my two feet, nearly collapsing into a chair. I didn't realize when the adrenaline had left my system but now that I was at the end of my walk it left me feeling the weakest I'd ever felt. My stomach rumbled again and I look away from a smirking man to my lap feeling my cheeks heat in embarrassment.

"So what are you craving? We've got a decent amount of food here in the house." I shrugged and he grunted in response. "Maybe something on the lighter side? Eggs and toast?" He Hmmed and then started moving around the kitchen. I watched him move. Never had I seen a man so tall move so gracefully. It was like he was floating. He never stumbled or dropped anything. He spun and whirled and before I knew it. There was a plate of food in front of me. I stared up at the man. Studying his face before his eyes flicked from the plate to my own. So intense that looking away from him was the only option. Reaching out slowly I grabbed the fork and began to nibble on my food. It was a soft boiled egg, seasoned yellow and red tomatoes, and some greens. After the first bite there was no stopping. A began to quite literally shovel the food into my mouth in the least disgusting way I could manage. Once finished I awkwardly pushed the plate away from myself and took a sip of water.

The plate was taken, washed, and rinsed. Then he was sitting across from me after moving a chair from beside me. I was grateful that he was choosing to not sit next to me, but that last thing I wanted right now was any amount of intimacy with this man. I looked away and chose to study the kitchen instead. The counter was a white marble on top of sturdy wood. The cabinets along the walls were black and the two fridges a silver color. Possibly stainless steel. It was a rather large island counter, maybe Ten by three feet? And the kitchen itself was huge. I mean.. Who needs two fridges, two sinks, two dishwashers? The kitchen looked expensive. How much money could this person have? Where was I right now? How far away from the capitol? Would he send me back eventually? That seemed unlikely as I'm pretty sure he killed those men.. I was lost in thought before I noticed him frowning at me.

"How are you doing? Do you have any questions for me about what's happening? You still seem to be in quite a bit of shock so if you'd rather try to sleep and then ask any questions you have that's completely understandable and acceptable as well." I felt my emotions bubble up at this. I wasn't expecting to be able to go my own pace with the situation. I've been a sklave for the empire for most of my life. So this sense of.. normalcy was so foreign and comforting that I forgot how to breath. He was going to treat me like a normal person? There was no way he hadn't seem my slave brand. He could do anything he wanted including turn me back in to the empire. This path of thinking was detrimental. No point in wondering.

"I think I would like to try and sleep now. I'm feeling a bit calmer about this... thank you." I said everything in a whisper and again looked away from his intense gaze. It felt again like he was glancing into the very core of my being, my soul.

"You're able to take as much time as you need. I can't imagine you're previous situation was in any way comfortable for you. Let me show you back to your room." He stood and gestured for me to do the same and take the lead once more. So he was aware of my previous predicament. That I was a dirty good for nothing sklave. I could have been used for sex, fighting, chores, you name it. Anything my master wanted was what my master would get. I felt my mood dampen immediately and hugged my arms around my middle as I stood, my left fingers grazing the raised welt of the sklave brand, my eyes on the ground. He clicked his tongue at my sudden change in demeanor and then again began with instructions. A left here, a right there. Before I knew it we were at a door.

"This will be your room from now on. You have your own bathroom, wardrobe, and sitting area. Feel free to use these things as you see fit." He was being very clear in his statements. This was mine. I could do what I wanted in here." If you would like anything added do not hesitate to let me know. More clothing, books, electronics, whatever you need or want you can have it. I would like to eat dinner with you daily if possible so that we can get to know each other and I can explain why exactly I have you here but that can wait for you to regain some of your lost energy. Go Ahead and get some rest. Take a bath. I'll see you in the morning." He didn't wait for me to enter the room, he didn't wait for me to respond, not that I would have, he just strolled off with one hand in his pocket. I looked up and watched him pull a pack of cigarettes out and put one to his lips. Wrinkling my nose I entered the room and headed towards the bath which was huge. A large tub with steps. I could practically swim in the thing. The bathroom was muted grey colors with silver trim. There were a few paintings on the walls that looked to be sealed, maybe to keep moisture out of them, and there were also live plants on the counters and hanging from the ceiling as well.

It was a beautiful room, stocked neatly with towels, bathrobes, soaps, shampoos, I looked around and after finding the scent I wanted filled the tub and bathed quickly before heading to bed in one of the warm bathrobes. The bed had been remade from my previous activities and attempt at sleep and smelled clean as well. I curled in after pulling the long cloth curtains closed and fell asleep.

XOXOXO

Waking was hard which was to be expected. With a full belly sleep had come immediately. I woke up to the sun peaking in behind the curtains. Stretching I groaned out and felt bones and joints crack and pop. I was so stiff and sore I must have been still for a very long time. There was a crick in my neck that I cracked out a few times as I sat and stretched some more. After a moment I continued to sit there. It was so...silent. No noise penetrated into the room and I felt peace wash through me in waves. I found myself walking to the window and opening the curtain to stare out into the open wilderness.

I remembered a time that I had done this before. I stared out the window towards the large mountains towering over the castle walls. Soldiers milled about beneath me. It was a relaxed moment in my very hectic life as a sklave and if I had the energy I would have thrown myself out the window to my own demise. My body was littered in bruises, open wounds, and scars. My muscles quivered in exertion as I did everything in my power just to get this one glimpse of freedom for it had been weeks since the outside had graced me with a glimpse of its presence. The previous night had been one of the worst but not THE worst.

Blindfolded I could see nothing. My hands were tied down onto a padded benches legs so I was laid prostrate, belly down. On my head was a harness of some sort and I was stuck with my neck arched looking up. Someone's fingers were in my mouth hooked behind my bottom teeth pulling my mouth open to the point of pain yet I made no sound. I could feel drool pooling down my chin and throat. My legs were pulled apart showing anyone looking.. everything. I could feel a large leather object under me just above my hips, so that my lower half was elevated off of the table by the large wedge that pressed painfully into my abdomen, but my top half was tied down to it. Unable to move or get away. I jolted as felt a hand trail feather light down my left butt cheek to the crease in my leg and pull it further to the side painfully. Something cold was placed around my flaccid member. This time I had to work to not wiggle my hips at the uncomfortable sensation.

I could feel two other hands spreading me apart and jumped again as cold gel was poured onto the hold betwixt my spread cheeks. I felt something warm then press to me, and after one moment the device placed around my member began to hum and vibrate. I made a small noise of surprise and then tensed as the object at my entrance was pressed in slightly. I unknowingly started to close my jaws in an attempt to grind my teeth at the pain of being entered without any preparation aside from lube when the fingers hooked there yanked down reminding me I was to keep my mouth wide open.

*Snap!* I cried out loudly as something was snapped across my upper buttocks and then again I made a guttural noise when the cold object was pressed further in, stretching my unprepared muscles. So this was the game. I was to remain silent for whatever they were to dish out to me or I was going to be fucked with whatever object they were using. It was huge. I could feel it wasn't someone's dick as it was cold and hard, The edges felt a bit rough and uncomfortable. Again I was belted but the only sound I made was a sharp intake of air as I tensed and trembled and fought to contain myself.

I felt myself slowly reacting to the warm hum around my member and started panting then. I could feel more drool running down my chin and throat going from warm to cold quickly. Someone snickered and I felt them flick my member panful causing me to twist my lower half which in turn caused the object to slip further in. I groaned as the painful part was finally over and the object popped in past the tight ring of muscle. I was rewarded with three sharp stings to my back and could no longer control the lewd noises escaping from my mouth. The lewd mewls quickly turned to cries of pain as the object was rammed deep within me over and over and I was continuously whipped across the back at what felt like simultaneous times. Possibly by multiple people. I tried with all of my might to close my mouth which made it feel harder to keep quiet but the fingers stayed unmovable.

When I was finally to exhausted to cry out, the object which had brutally raped my insides was finally removed. I felt what was probably blood run down my leg. My back was tingling and then stinging. Someone gripped my hip (Which also had lacerations) and thrust into me. The man groaned loudly as he sunk fully into me with no resistance and I heard a quiet sob escape. My mind had at this point gone slightly vacant. I could only half understand what was happening to me at this point. Someone else had shoved themselves into my slack mouth, the fingers removed and I was gagging and choking for air. An involuntary response as my rational mind was to gone to want to struggle for anything let alone something as important as air. Another whimper escaped me as the mans seed spilled inside of me, burning and stinging my insides in a new way. And then he was replaced by another. I was used again and again by many people. Possible more then once, there was no real way of knowing. Yet I knew why I was receiving this punishment.

Ayaname-Sama had been talking to me. He had asked a couple of rhetorical questions and I had mistakenly answered one. I was to remain silent. I was to do as I was told and please whomever I was with that night with no hesitation or contempt. I was to be their silent living doll. I knew now. I would not make the mistake again. I was so filled for so long that I could literally feel their cum leaking from me as I was finally taken pity on and left to myself. Sobs wracked through me once I was sure they had all gone. The binding had been removed and I attempted to remove the blindfold only to fall unceremoniously to the floor in a loud crash. It was some time before I had gathered the energy to gaze out the window the next morning. In my rape I had found a small semblance of peace in the exhaustion that wracked my body. I need not think for myself but do the simple task of follow commands. To perceive what master wished before he himself wished it and to gratefully take any punishment dished out to me.

A knock sounded on the heavy wooden door and my heart dropped into my stomach as I realized I was nude, the bathrobe having slipped off while I slept. I was frozen in place by fear as the door slowly opened and I assumed my sklave position out of habit as the man in the blue trench coat peeked his head into the room. I dropped to my knees, my forehead placed to the floor and my hands grasping my ankles. Completely naked. Double fuck.