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 4

"Come Mya." Roman never took her to town with him, but that day he ordered her to walk by his side. He climbed into the truck and she rode in the front with him. She had didn't remember a time when she had ever ridden in the front of a truck. Usually she was in the back tied to other Ivex and they would be tossed from one side to the other and she always feared that one would fall out taking the rest and her along too.

She smiled. Roman drove wildly down the dirt roads. He flew over bumps and sped around curves. He left clouds of dust behind them and she held on tight. She wanted to scream but somehow contained it.

Roman felt so alive when he was driving and he couldn't explain the feeling he felt seeing Mya smile. She was having fun and that made it more fun for him. Half way to the flea market he reached for her and easily pulled her across the seat so that she was sitting in the middle right beside him. He placed his arm around her shoulders and for a moment he was taking a ride with his best girl.

"Oh shit!" he went too fast around a sharp bend and he had to grab the wheel suddenly with both hands when his back end began to slide out of control.

"Master!" Mya screamed! He had finally got it under control, but a large tree was in his path and he had to slam on the brakes. Mya's body was flung forward and instinctively he jutted out his arm, stopping her from flying off the seat. He had to catch his breath when he stopped. Mya had been scared and had broken her silence to save – him. She wouldn't have broken her silence for her own life. The girl had been caught in a barb wire fence once and never hollered out for his help.

She was visually shaken. He turned off the engine and pulled her into his arms. He stroked her hair and promised it was okay. "I'm sorry." He apologized over and over. He had never lost control before, but his mind had been clouded with thoughts he should not be having.

He caught site of a group of people walking past. They stared at him. He let go of Mya and started the engine. The disapproving stares had been warning enough.

Mya had never seen the flea market from a shopper's point of view before. Roman clipped a leash to the studded collar she wore with an apologetic eyes as soon as they got out of the truck. She knew it was the law but she could also tell that he hated it. It was all for show anyway because she would never leave his side.

She saw others like herself being tugged by their owners. She winced when she saw one lashed for pulling away. They carried heavy things and some of them would sit on the hard ground and refuse to budge causing their owners to strike them. They were basically brought along as mules. She saw them stained with dirt. Dirt rings littered their bodies from spots that had gotten wet then dried. Their hair was matted and tangled and she suddenly felt self-conscience. Did she look that way too?

She stared into a long dressing mirror at a nearby stand while Roman looked at some farming tools. She didn't look like them. Her hair was shiny and fell in soft waves all the way to the middle of her back. She had a slight tint to her skin and her cheeks were rosy. She didn't have the dark circles under her eyes and her dress was simple. Nothing like the human women wore, but she thought it pretty. It was a dark blue with little white daisies all over it. Then she felt even more self-conscious because it was obvious that she was someone's pet. That was when she started seeing the ugly glares from other Ivex nearby. One even tore away from her master to snatch at her hair.

"Hey!" Roman was right there. He glared at the animal's owner. "Keep that thing under control." Then he stroked Mya's hair. Mya couldn't stop comparing herself to that Ivex. The female being was large. She was very tall and had thick biceps. She had broad shoulders and she smelled like Roman's barn.

"I'm so sorry. I just bought this one." The woman said to Roman sweetly. "Ah. She's so tiny. How cute." She complimented Mya. "Where on Earth did you find her?"

"She was given to me." Roman replied.

"Oh, a gift from someone special, I presume. Your wife?"

"My wife died about year and a half ago."

"I'm so sorry. I guess we all need companionship. You know, my daughter …"

"I really have to go ma'am." He said respectfully and gave Mya a slight tug. He stayed close to her after that and she remained right beside him. When he stopped for lunch, he bought one for her as well. She helped carry everything he bought, but he wouldn't give her anything too heavy. She walked around with her arms full, gawking at everything. At one table she couldn't take her eyes off of a pretty set of hair combs. They were made of a shiny metal. Perfect roses lined the tops and were painted pink. She wanted to run her fingers over them, but she knew the seller would not like that. Roman might have to smack her hands since they were in public, so she just stared at them.

"I'll take these too." Roman must have seen her staring for he picked up the combs and purchased them, then he turned and placed them in her hair. The woman behind the table looked on with disdain as did many other humans who passed. "Beautiful."

"Spoiled pet." The table attendant next to them spat.

"Ah, don't let the fact that she's pretty fool ya." Roman smiled. "She works the fields, cleans, cooks. She's a hard worker this one. Never seen one better."

"If that's true, I'll give you a thousand for her right now." A man wearing gold on every finger walked up to them opening his wallet. She had never seen one human with so much of that valuable paper and from the expression on Roman's face neither had he. She began to tremble. That stuff was powerful. She had seen her last boss sell his best field hand for half as much and that Ivex had been his own blood child who he had bought after he was convicted for stealing.

"My daughter's birthday is coming up. Your Ivex would be the perfect gift."

"With all due respect, sir. You'll have to keep looking. I couldn't sell her."

"Two thousand."

"No." Roman took her hand even though he held the leash in his hand and he started away. She didn't know why, but she had to glance behind her as they walked away. The man who had wanted to buy her looked angry. His face was so red she thought it might explode.


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