Chapter 2

Slavery at its finest

Sarah stretched and turned onto her side to go back to sleep. She was so tired, completely exhausted and drained and… why was her bed so scratchy. She opened her eyes and a blurry mismatched world appeared before her. She blinked several times and as her vision cleared she realized she was in a large square cage. She sat up in shock and she remembered the wolf, the beautiful black wolf with it's bright red and gold eyes. And how he had transformed and taken her back to the Underground and what had he said?

Welcome back? And he had known her name… he had known who she was and he had taken her and… she looked down at herself and saw she wore close to nothing… and the straw below her made her bare skin itch. She pulled her legs into her chest and tried to hide her humility. What had that Fay done to her? Had he tricked her?"

As if she had summoned him she heard approaching footsteps and looked at the only door to the cold stone room. And from it he entered, his black hair shinning like fine silk, his red eyes gleaming with menace and evil, his sculpted features and his large lean body. He was very threatening, he gave off the same vibe that Jareth had, but Jareth had never had death follow him. This Fay, this wolf, this creature before her was surrounded by death, Sarah could smell it and it made her sick.

"Oh my dearest I am so glad to see you are awake, I was afraid my dust would put you into a deep sleep, but I suppose I used just the right amount. Tell me how are you feeling…. Besides, humiliated, vulnerable, and…. Exposed." He said his eyes trailing all over her body. Sarah did her best to hide herself but she had no luck.

"Don't bother trying to make yourself decent, you are wearing slave clothes, and the point of them is to make you feel exposed and shamed… not to mention… how can your master enjoy your beautiful body if he can't see it…" the Fay said sticking his finger between the bars of the cage and gently stroking her leg.

Sarah let her hand fly and smacked it away, "Don't you dare touch me you sick monster… let me go… send me home!" Sarah said feeling her rage trying to surface.

"Oh I can't let you go home you delicious little meat bag… you are a gift… a wonderful gift that will save me from banishment. I shall present you to your new master tomorrow evening… and I know you will just die when you see whom it is…" he reached for her again and Sarah squirmed back, but she was stopped when the chain around her ankle yanked at her. She hadn't noticed it, not at all; even as she stared at it she didn't feel it.

Sarah watched as the Fay reached in and took hold of the chain that was attached to the floor. He slowly pulled and Sarah slid towards him.

"You know slave, I am almost tempted to keep you for myself… I could treat you right… touch you right, in all the right places and all the right ways and make you say my name… you wouldn't have to call ME master… you would call me by my true name… all the time… and I would mark you… then people would know you are my slave…. And things would be much better for you here… your new home will beat you, maybe even whip you… who knows how they will abuse you….I could keep you here with me… as my personal attendant."

Sarah had grabbed at the wooden boards on the floor but he was much too strong, much to quick. She was pulled against the bars and the Fay's hand rubbed up her thigh. Sarah quickly kicked at his hurt leg and he sucked in some air at the sudden pain and released her. She crawled back towards the other side and the Fay looked at her with venom.

He limped around the cage and walked up the steps, he opened the cage door and limped over to Sarah who tried to back away, but the chain suddenly bit at her leg. She could feel it's cold, hard grip now and it dug into her skin. The Wolf grabbed the chain and yanked her to him, her butt slid across the wood planks roughly and she felt splinters dig into her skin.

He took her by the hair when she was close and pulled her up, "I really wouldn't do that again if I was you… it seems to me Sarah Williams you need to be broken before you are presented to the King. I didn't want to lay a single scratch on your beautiful skin but let me tell you something… the more you fight your current predicament… the more discipline you will receive. So you better learn quick where your place is…because I guarantee your next Master will not be as kind as I am." The wolf pulled something from his pocket and placed it around Sarah's neck.

"You are a slave, no better then a dog… and you will wear this collar to show that… now I will be back in a few hours and I expect you to be better behaved." He dropped her and then as an added measure to his power, he kicked her lightly. Then he turned and left, leaving Sarah on the ground trying to get air back into her lungs.

When she could breath again she yanked at the collar around her neck, it was made of some kind of metal and it was heavy on her neck as she pulled. She let out a scream of frustration and then stood and ran at the area the door had been. She threw herself against it and felt her whole body jolt with the impact of slamming into metal.

She slid down and rested her forehead on the bars. She looked around the room with out moving her head and noticed that the room had only one door out of it, and the rest of the room was empty accept for the cage. Sarah shivered and wished she had more then just a loincloth and chest cover, which was to big.

She had wanted nothing more then to come back to the Underground, but now that she was here she wanted nothing more then to just go home. This was all happening to quickly, in less then 24 hours she had gone from a twenty year old girl playing dress up in the woods, to a slave in the Underground. How pathetic she was, still playing her dress up games, still hoping one day she would be taken from the awful Aboveground.

Well she had been taken all right, quicker then snot, with out much effort at all. And she was now chained, caged, and collared into a life of slavery. Never to see the light of Earth again, never to run through the parks or the woods or the mountainsides to play her silly little childish games. She was stuck now, and it was entirely her own fault.

A/N: R&R and let me know what you think.