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Chapter 6
If what Roman was doing was supposed to be punishment he was very bad at it. Lying in that bed with him had brought her pleasure and he seemed to enjoy himself immensely, so much so that he mounted her again the next morning and the next night. In fact, he touched her that way frequently. Sometimes in the middle of the day in the fields and she could soon predict when he was going to undress her and have his way.
She wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what was going on and what he was doing to her, but she had been lead to believe that it was a dirty, horrible thing and that it was wrong. She couldn't think that Roman was doing something he shouldn't to her.
Roman watched the rain snow fall heavily outside. It was coming down so fast that he couldn't see through it. They wouldn't be able to attend the fields that day. He breathed a sigh of relief thankful that he had saved and built the long rows of green houses. It allowed his produce to bloom year round and he had already earned back the money it had cost him to build the structures at the flea markets. No one else could offer the vegetables he did in the winter and he considered himself wise for the idea he had gotten from books. All he'd had was a few drawings and pictures to guide his design, but he pulled it off. He was proud of his accomplishments and so were his parents, but they planned to use his success in two years when they would again be allowed to find him a suitable wife. He didn't want another marriage. He didn't want to be bound to another woman he did not love.
He had braved the storm early that morning to tend to the animals, but it hadn't been as bad then. Now they were stuck until it again slowed. It would be a long walk the next day to the fields. The piles of snow would weigh down each step. But for the time being, there was nothing to do, but rest.
He had a few new books he had yet to read, so he sat down by the fire and kicked up his feet. Mya sat on the floor beside him staring at the fire. Every now and then he would catch a glimpse of her looking at his book. He knew what she wished so he took one from the stack beside him and handed it to her. She tilted her head with confusion.
"It's okay." He assured her, but he could tell she was unsure, but eventually her curiosity became stronger than her fear and she opened the cover. He ended up watching her as she became involved in eh love story he had given her. She stretched out on her belly on the rug and she smiled from time to time. When he climbed into bed that night, she was still reading and he didn't bother her. The next day she read while she cooked his breakfast making him smile and shake his head. So far, nothing she did upset him. He liked her innocence. Her simple desires. The way she would stop and stare at the sunset or squirrels running and chasing each other. She never asked for anything but would light up with the smallest of gifts. She was perfect.
He started to hate himself for the things he had done with her. She didn't have any choices at all and he was harsh on himself for taking advantage. She was so wonderful and her being an Ivex was so wasteful when there were so few women in the world as sweet.
However, he couldn't stop wanting her. He couldn't stop craving her and after two weeks of abstaining he woke her in the night. He kissed her like he himself was a hungry animal. He took his time, thrusting slowly, grinding his hips against hers. He had to hold his head board to steady himself.
Roman's heavy breathing was a welcomed sound and it was hard not to let a moan of her own escape. That only seemed to intensify his love making. She stared up at him with doe eyes. She reached out and dared trace the lines from the middle of his chest to his abdomen. She thought his body was beautiful and she liked to run her fingers over the design etched into his arm when he held her in his sleep.
He stopped. She didn't think he had successfully pleased himself because she didn't feel his shudder. His attention was on the window behind near the bed.
"Stay here." He sounded protective as he inched investigated the sound he had heard, but reached for his pants but did not have time to put them on before the door was swung open. She was instantly terrified as a group of men barged into her master's home.
"What are you doing in my home, Flair?" Roman growled, but he knew he might be in some trouble. The men with the old man were officers of the town high court.
"We've been hearing a lot of rumors." One of them said. "I have a feeling they were all truth."
"What I do in my own home with my own property is no one's business."
"Not when it's illegal."
"I told you it was criminal the way he treats that filthy animal."
"Let us handle it, Rick." Roman knew the old man was only there so he could find a way to claim Mya. He couldn't buy her so he had to find a dirty, underhanded way to acquire her.
"It's only natural." The officer continued. "For a man to be drawn in. The Ivex can be tricky creatures. They are like sirens in a sense, only they are not myths. They have to be punished."
The other two officers jerked Mya from his bed and forced her to her knees and dragged. They held her arms, facing her back to him and the first officer whose name was Ziggler held a whip out to him. Roman closed his eyes.
Randy ran into the home. Roman could tell by the look on his face that he had hoped to warn him, but found he was too late.
"Punish her." Ziggler repeated.
"Roman, come on. What are you going to do? Let them sentence you? Turn you into an Ivex?" Randy whispered to him. He laid a hand on his shoulder. "It's not your fault." He said louder. "You were only going through a hard time. Don't throw away your life."
Roman closed his eyes. He had no choice. He could handle becoming an Ivex. He could handle the punishment. But they would take her away. He would never see her again. Flair would find a way to possess her and he would hurt her. He already knew what her life would be like. He took the whip and with tears in his eyes he struck.
"Again!" Ziggler screamed and again he had to bring pain to what he loved the most in the world. "Again!" He was forced to strike her until she went limp. She was released and fell to the floor in a heap, but Ziggler wasn't satisfied. Four more lashes destroyed her beautiful body before he couldn't do it again. He fell to his knees and hung his head. A tear escaped. Ziggler touched his shoulder.
"You have to keep them in their place." He said in an almost sympathetic voice.
"Be careful, Roman." Flair sneered. "Next time, I will own her." He squeezed Roman's shoulder. "You would make a valuable field hand." He chuckled. A sickening laugh that made his stomach churn then he walked out of his home.
Roman's tears fell freely. He screamed out and threw the whip with all his strength across the room then he fell beside her. He cried as he touched the damage he had caused. He touched her face. She was unconscious. He couldn't see her breathing. He had killed her.
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