Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All the characters are fictional with borrowed names to comply with the fan fiction genre. They should not be confused with any person living or dead. I am not now nor have I ever been affiliated with any professional wrestler or wrestling company. No disrespect intended.


My new rough draft. I hope you enjoy it. This will be an AU fiction. I'm playing around with something new. I'm not sure how it will turn out so let me know what you think. :)


Chapter 2

Mya was terrified. She was in a new place with a new master and she didn't even remember being sold. She remembered collapsing. She faintly remembered being lashed, then she woke up immersed in water. She still felt weak, but at least she was warmer. Still, she wished she could stand in front of the fire her new master had built. Instead, she stood like a statue in the corner, waiting for his command.

He was much younger than her last master. She had been a house slave until he married and then she had been thrown out into fields. The mistress hated her and she never understood why and she didn't understand why she was suddenly lashed so frequently. The master had treated her kind for years and then he too seemed to despise her.

Roman seemed kind. He had kind eyes and he smiled her way a few times, but he didn't speak to her. She couldn't ask him anything. Unlike most Ivex born in her situation, she could talk. She could read too, but she knew better than to let the humans know.

She felt comfortable in the dress he had given her. It was plain and black, but the nicest, softest garment she had ever owned. She watched him cautiously as he went to the stove and cooked. He sat down at the table alone and ate. She stared at her feet. She tried not to stare because that would be considered begging, but her belly was empty and it growled. Smelling his food didn't help.

"Come on." He called her softly and tapped the chair beside him. She was scared. It could be a trap. Some owners liked to play games. Trick them, call and invite them as if they were giving a treat to them and then turn and beat them for doing it. "It's okay." Slowly she did as she was asked. "Sit down." She did and then closed her eyes waiting for his hand to strike her face. Instead, he placed a bowl of soup in front of her and half of his own sandwich. "Eat." She watched him. She had never eaten with a human before. Her mother used to complain about not having a utensil to eat with and she mimicked Roman by picking up a spoon and eating the soup just as he did, but she didn't dare dip her sandwich into the bowl like him. He smiled. He seemed pleased with her actions.

Roman liked the Ivex. She was nothing like the ones his parents owned. They had never made one a pet and this one had already become a pet in his home. The next day he would take her out and see how much she could do. He eyed her up and down. She was almost dainty. She had gorgeous blue eyes and she had auburn hair. In Courtlin's dress, she could easily pass for a human.

"So, what to call you." He tapped his chin and scanned her over. "Do you have a name?" but how could she tell him that? She couldn't speak. He took her hand and turned it over wondering. "Mya." Some Ivex mothers tattooed their children's names on their wrists. She was a first generation lifer. Her mother had been born human. He didn't think the way most did. He thought it was horrible that innocent children were made to be slaves. Even more so since he had found Mya.

He felt an urge. There were no laws dictating what he could and could not do with her and he had needs. It wasn't unusual for men to relieve themselves with an Ivex. His father had done it. His brothers. His friends. But he hadn't had that desire before. Courtlin had been gone for some time and she had fulfilled the need all men had. They had to relieve themselves from time to time or they would become irritated and stressed. He was that, but it didn't feel right. She did not seem like an animal to him.

Mya was so tired. The abuse she had endured still made her feel weak and she wondered if she would ever be the same again. She sat down in a corner and watched Roman sleeping. His home was very small. One room contained his kitchen, dining room and bedroom. It had an attached bathroom, but nothing else. She found a spot that she knew she would consider her corner, but she knew she could not allow herself to slip off to sleep even though her master was dozing.

He was much larger than her last master and she knew his lashes would be delivered with much more strength. If he should wake and find her eyes closed, his abuse might kill her.

Roman watched her the next morning. She stood up in the corner the moment he sat up on the side of his bed. She had dark circles under her eyes and he could tell she had not moved all night. She went to the fridge like she had been well trained to, but she seemed confused or nervous. She touched the basket of eggs then stared.

"That's fine Mya." He told her and she took them out. "Three, scrambled with toast and make yourself breakfast too sweetie." She seemed to relax. He hoped she would. He had no plans to treat her badly. After breakfast he made her sit on the floor in front of his favorite chair and he brushed her hair and tied it back with a ribbon. He thought it would help them bond. He wanted her to see him as a protector. There were a lot of people who would hurt her and he wanted her to know she could run to him.

"Well, let's go feed the animals." He stated with a smile and she followed him outside. He expected her to bolt and cursed himself for not fashioning some kind of leash. He watched her carefully, but she didn't seem to want to go or maybe she didn't know where to go. She did look at her surroundings. Was she forming a plan?

He talked to her as he showed her how to feed the pigs and milk the cows. He handed her a basket of seed and she threw it out to the chickens. Then, she followed him to the field where they tended the crops together. He talked to her all day and although she couldn't answer him, he felt like he wasn't completely alone.

At lunch time, they headed back to his house and she put together sandwiches. She seemed tired, but she didn't refuse any order. That night when he laid down, he couldn't stay asleep and each time he woke up he saw her sitting in the corner and she was always awake. Then, it hit him. A lot of owners didn't allow them to sleep. They were worked day and night and whipped when they collapsed.

She stood up the moment he got out of bed. He picked up a pillow and the blanket that laid across the bottom of his bed. He walked over to her and touched her cheek. "When I sleep, you sleep." He smiled and laid the pillow down and urged her to lay down, then he covered her with the blanket before he went back to bed himself. He stared at her. Damn, she was pretty.


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