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 3
Mya grew to love Roman. It was so easy to. He never raised a hand. He always smiled at her. He gave her things like clothes and fancy soaps. It was really easy to make believe. She believed she was living as close to a human life as she possible could hope for. Her favorite times were in the summer when he would impulsively take the day off and run off to the pond. He didn't leave her behind to keep working. He took her with him and they would take off their clothes and swim.
He would splash her and play with her in the water and she would smile and giggle, then they would lay upon the shore and dry in the sun. She wondered if it was anything like the dating her mother had told about. Of course not. She reminded herself.
"What are you thinking?" Roman laughed, rolled to his side and wrapped one of his large arms around her waist. He propped his head up on his elbow and stared down at her. She loved him. She never thought she would feel for a human the way she did for him. She knew she would never leave him. So many times, with her old owner, she had planned to run away, but not from Roman, but things always changed. If he ever had to sell her, she would find her way back. She c
"Sometimes, I wish I knew what was going on in your mind." He said that a lot. She wanted to tell him, but the punishment for speaking was brutal. He would have no choice but to cut her tongue out. It was the law, or at least she thought it was. So, instead, she sat up and pecked his cheek, then ran off.
Roman laughed and gathered their clothes. He put his on and carried hers with over his arm. He knew she would be home when he returned. He often thought about the day he had found her and all those lashes she bore on her body. He couldn't figure out why she had been whipped so brutally. She was so loyal and she worked hard. He never had a problem with her. The more she learned about him, the less he had to ask for. She seemed to anticipate his every need. She took care of him more than his wife had. His relationship with Courtlin had been a partnership. It was cold, really nothing more than a business arrangement. He shared his home and land with her and they worked it together to survive. He couldn't even say that he had considered the woman an acquaintance. A coworker maybe.
Mya was in standing in front of the stove when he returned cooking supper. She was an amazing cook. Someone had taught her well, or maybe she was just naturally gifted. A few times he was sure the cookbook Courtlin had used wasn't exactly where it he remembered it being. That day, he arrived sooner than she expected and caught her with it in her hands. She must have been looking at the pictures. Of course, she couldn't read. Even if her mother had been able to teach her daughter, how could she have managed to show her more than a few small words?
Mya jumped. She had no idea Roman had walked in. She didn't know how long he had bene there but she suddenly became very afraid of him. She was busted and there was nothing she could do but stare into his wide steel eyes. He didn't speak and she took a step back for every step he took towards her. She braced herself for his blow, knowing it would hurt more both inside and out. He picked up the book, glanced at it, then looked at what she had been making before tossing it back down. There was no way he would believe she hadn't been reading not with all the measured ingredients sitting on the counter.
"Hmmm." He turned the page, then back again and she backed herself up in the corner. "Come here." She hesitated, but did as she was told. Running away would not save her. His hand slipped behind her neck and he pulled her very close. She began to hyperventilate, but he didn't strike her. He placed one of the measuring cups in her hand and slid the book close, then turned and walked away. He sat at the table and opened the evening paper. He appeared disappointed to her and she wondered if he was thinking about what he should do about it. Would he get rid of her?
She finished the meal, using the recipe. There was no point hiding her ability now. She placed the pan into the oven and cleaned up very slowly. She dreaded the moment when she was finished. Usually, she would sit and relax in front of the fire and watch the flames when she was idol, but suddenly she was scared to stop.
Roman hid a smile. What he had learned about Mya tickled him. Oh, he knew the rules and he knew what he was expected to do, but who was it hurting? He benefited from what she knew and he thought people were idiots to punish the Ivex for learning. But he knew why they did. They didn't want them to believe they were just like their owners. They had to be reminded that they weren't. He never told anyone, but he wished Mya wasn't born Ivex every time he gazed at her. At the same time he was selfish and glad that Mya was an Ivex because if she wasn't her hand would most likely belong to another man. There was talk about the laws changing. Owners would have the choice rather or not to free the children born to their Ivex and as much as he hated himself for it, he knew he would never free Mya if the law was accepted. He wanted her with him – always.
She made his dinner and sat it on the table then she scurried off to her corner, sat and hugged her knees. She tucked her head down and her hair covered her face. She knew she was in trouble and she waited. She didn't have to wait long before he approached her. He squatted and lifted her chin. That seemed to be his favorite way to get her attention. He gently stroked her cheek.
"I'm not mad." He softly stated. "This is our little secret, okay?"
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