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Chapter 9
Roman was frantic. He couldn't find Mya anywhere. He searched and he screamed her name. For some reason he even looked in cupboards. It was silly really. Even with her small stature she was too big to fit in them. He went to the pond. He checked all the green houses. Ran around like an idiot asking his young helpers if they had seen her. By nightfall, he still had no luck. No sign of her anywhere.
He went to bed staring where she always sat. He didn't eat. Not because he couldn't' manage without her, but because he had no appetite. He searched for her in town. He searched for her in the faces of the Ivex being sold at the flea market. He was sad but he did his best not to show that he was searching for something specifically. He had a feeling she had run away. He didn't blame her but he worried and prayed she was alright.
Mya was addicted to the feeling that enveloped her body after Diesel's bite. She longed for it. Ached for it. Felt fidgety without it and every night he obliged her, biting her neck until she sighed with relief.
"This is the last time." He told her one night. He had never touched her intimately, but she had seen him take many other females. She just laid or sat watching. Caring about nothing but the feeling of relief that took away all her emotional thoughts.
"She's damaged." Flair screamed as he pointed at her. "Her belly never grows. She must be sterile. Reigns probably had her inside ripped out so he could do what he wanted with her without repercussions? Sickening."
"Maybe it's Diesel. Maybe he's not interested." His foreman shrugged.
"Oh, that's insane. He's knocked up most my females. I get a good price for his offspring. I thought the two of them together would bring a big profit." He shook his head. "Get rid of her. There's no space here for females that don't produce."
She knew what that meant. She would be sold again. If not executed. She found herself begging Diesel for his venom so she wouldn't have to feel whatever was going to happen to her.
"no." he barked when no one was around. She never spoke to him or anyone. He didn't know she could talk. She would touch his arm. Stroke his back. Plead with huge eyes. He wouldn't speak to her until no humans were around. "It wasn't supposed to be an everyday thing Mya." He would tell her. "You needed to calm down. You have to be strong now." He liked to be alone at night. He would sit on a chair in his simple shack home and carve little figurines out of wood. "It's time."
She didn't know what he meant by that.
"I know you can read. You stare too long at things. You need to watch that around those people." He told her. "If you can talk, now would be a good time to start." He pulled a box out of his hiding spot. "You shouldn't be here and I'm going to fix that."
"How? I don't know any other life. It's different for you. You used to be one of them."
"See, I knew you had it in you." Diesel chuckled. "And you have had a better life. Probably a better life than most human's experience. That man loves you."
"Then why did he do this to me." She jerked down her dress, bared her back to show the many marks that had finally healed, but had left ugly marks behind.
"You think that didn't kill him?" Diesel said. "What do you suppose would have happened, Mya? Do you think he wouldn't have given up his life? Don't you think he would have gladly become an Ivex if it meant he would free to love you? He would have. I saw him with you many times. He's a tortured man. He really is."
"He chose to do this. That proves he loves his freedom, not me."
"It was cruelty that made him chose that. He knows that you would have been taken from him and kept from him just for the fun of it. Men are cruel. You really need to understand that he was trying to protect you."
"I can't."
"You better learn to. It's the only way you're going to survive your future."
"Flair is going to kill me because he thinks I'm barren. Why don't you just impregnate me and satisfy his wants."
"I told you I do what I have to do to survive. I know how to work Flair to keep my own life peaceful. But he's not going to profit from you. I won't let him."
"Good night Diesel." She spat and curled up in her corner. She had never spoken so many words to anyone and it left her throat aching.
"You!" Roman woke up to find the huge Ivex standing over him in the middle of the night. Flair had to be close. He had become weaker than he used to be. His house was a total wreck. He didn't care about anything anymore and Mya had only been gone a couple of months. He couldn't pick himself up to move on this time. "Tell your boss she's gone. So he can stop trying to bully me into selling her to him."
"He didn't send me."
Roman got out of bed and crossed the room. He had started drinking and found he enjoyed the drink more than he thought he would. He grabbed a gallon jug of whiskey and drank straight from the bottle.
"I could have your tongue cut out, you know that right?"
"But you won't."
Roman chuckled. "Don't be so sure. I'm not the man I used to be. I know you. You're that rapist they convicted last year. Don't look so surprised. I attend those auctions once in a while."
"I didn't rape anyone." Diesel growled and his red eyes began to glow.
"She wasn't your wife."
"And Mya wasn't yours. Oh, but she's an Ivex so those rules don't apply to you, right?" Diesel sat down at his table as if they still shared the same status. He kicked his large feet up on the table. "Flair won't bother you about her anymore."
"Oh yeah? Is that because you killed him?" Roman joked.
"Think about it, dumbass."
"He has her? So, that's what this is about? You come here to tell me how many times you've laid your filthy hands on her?" He nearly screamed. "You want to gloat about her carrying your child and how much Flair's going to make when he sells it!"
"No." Diesel remained calm and collected. "Roman, I can survive in my world. Actually, I've found a way to enjoy it, but Mya. Well, I don't have to tell you how special she is. She won't make it. I've kept her protected for you."
"I bet you have."
Diesel's animal side didn't reside deep within him. He had complete control over it and unleashed it at his own will. In an instant he had sped to where Roman stood grasped him high in the air and with sharp fangs he tore into his flesh.
He dropped Roman to the floor and he felt the burning as the beast's venom surged through his veins. He felt paralyzed and he couldn't speak. He could only open and close his mouth and stare.
"You wouldn't listen like a normal human being so maybe you will listen to me now." Diesel growled. "Flair recently became disappointed with the Ivex he wanted so badly. He's already ordered her disposal. Of course you and I both know that he can't sell a stolen Ivex so what do you think he means. I want to save this woman. I can't save myself. I stick out no matter where I go and the others are too stupid." He flung a piece of paper at Roman. "You only have one shot. Don't blow it."
It was the next morning before Roman was able to move his body. Diesel's visit had not been pleasant. He picked up the slip of paper. There was only an address on it. The address of the town's orphanage?
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