Author's Notes: Alright everyone, here we go. Again, thanks for your kind words, it really keeps me motivated to update faster. I look forward to hearing from you about this chapter!

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As much as she would have liked to fight it, sleep came quickly over Amunet as she laid in her master's arms. His red robe that he never bothered to close had fallen to his sides, her naked frame sticking to his slightly perspiring torso. Amunet hadn't fallen asleep with another human being since she was a child, and despite all that had occurred between her and the man she desired to be free from, she had melted into his chiseled features.

Akefia peered down at her sleeping form, watching as her ribs rose and fell with her steady breaths. He laid another kiss on her forehead before reaching for the single candle that illuminated the room, extinguishing it with his two fingers.

When the sun had somewhat peeked itself out in the distance, Akefia awoke to the beauty that was so contently lost in sleep, now laid on her side, her thick black cascaded down and covered most of her body. Her face was almost angelic in nature when she wasn't scowling at him, he thought as his hand ran down her curves, smoothing her hair as he went. He rubbed the small vestiges of sleep from his eyes before getting up, making his way to the bag that he had purposely forgotten the previous night. Reaching in for the two heaviest gold pieces, he then made his way over to the trunk he kept in the back of the tent. Pulling a very long but thin gold chain from it, as quietly as he could without disturbing her, he smirked to himself as he made his way back over to her. Lifting one leg, he clasped one of her golden anklets around her lower calve. Gently placing the leg behind her, he did the same to her other leg, before admiring the little addition he had made to each of the gold pieces. Grabbing the chain, he fed it to each of the little loops, one on the outside of both pieces. Amunet still did not stir, although her breathing seemed to deepen as if she were reacting to something in her dreams. Smirking at the innocence that laid so sinfully in front of him, he wound the chain carefully around her still bloody wrists, binding them together before he rose and locked the remainder of the chain to the metal loop nailed to the main pole of the tent. Admiring her one last time before he stepped outside, Akefia couldn't help but feel the warm sense of contentment wash over him remembering how easily she had slept on him.

Just as he had expected, Marik was close by, sitting on a rock and staring off into the sun rise as he awaited his leader's presence.

"Marik," Akefia said in his usual drawl, as Marik registered his sudden presence by jumping slightly.

"Morning, plans today?" he asked, standing up.

"I have a few things in mind," Akefia said with a mischievous grin, looking at the sun now coming up in thicker streaks. "First, food," he grumbled as he made his way to the main part of the campsite, leaving Marik behind by a few paces.

"So what happened, if you don't mind me asking, that is," Marik asked catching up to his swift strides.

"Her loyalty is already presenting herself to me, even if it is begrudgingly. She'll give in completely soon enough," he paused slightly, still keeping his pace up.

" She is… too smart to fight back," he said smiling at Marik, who smirked back in acknowledgment.

Amunet felt a breeze sweep through the tent as her eyes adjusted to the sun beaming through the billowing flaps. Although still naked, Amunet was surprised to see that she was wearing her beloved anklets. She would have smiled, had it not been for the chain that Akefia must have wrangled her in while she was asleep. Looking more closely at the way in which the chain wrapped around her wrists and down to her legs, she realized that Akefia had melded the loops to her anklets, furthering her depraved status.

"Fuck, that selfish, son of a fuckin-"

"God?"

Amunet looked up to see that Akefia had entered the tent and was now smiling at her with a most eager expression. She noticed that he was holding the flap of the tent open, as if waiting to show her a present.

"No morning greeting for your master?" he asked in the same mocking tone.

Amunet knew that he was mad for overhearing her openly scorn him, but having to greet him so degradingly made her bite her tongue.

"Aw, again with the disobedience? Ready for your next lesson then?" he peered outside, still holding the material in his hand. Amunet's eyes widened as a man entered the tent next to Akefia, his eyes immediately drawn to her naked body and smirking.

"Amunet, this is Marik. Marik," he turned to the blonde, "this is my little diamond in the rough," he said proudly.

Amunet had perched herself up mostly with her left hand, despite her hands being bound together, and with her legs still closed in tight to her body she was able to cover the rest of her body skillfully with her hair.

Although it angered Akefia greatly to have another man looking at her beautiful body, he knew that he could trust Marik and that continuing to push Amunet's limits would only ensure her immediate obedience. "Now, I have to go on a little errand, meaning that I wont be here to punish if you misbehave. So I've asked Marik here to be your caretaker while I'm gone, understand?"

To this, Amunet scowled at Akefia, narrowing her eyes and brows in annoyance, refusing to speak. Akefia's expression suddenly changed, immediately scaring her out of the scowl and into the realization of what would happen if she wasn't on her best behavior. Putting on a show for her master's little stooge, Amunet shifted her body onto her shins, moving her head gracefully while doing so to remove her hair and reveal the front of her body.

Akefia tried to ignore Marik's mouth falling open but shot the blonde a look, nonetheless, that caused him to bow his head towards the floor. Amunet, now settled in her new position, opened her mouth to speak, "Forgive me my King, I understand," bowing her own head slightly in submission.

Akefia's smile grew back very quickly, as he walked forward to pet her head, she looked up at him with her eyes set ablaze. He shuddered as he ran his fingers roughly through her scalp, before gesturing for Marik to come forward. It was only when he was standing right in front of her that Amunet finally noticed that he was holding a plate filled with fruit. "Marik is not allowed to touch you unless you misbehave, so once you try to run away, I can not guarantee your safety," he grinned grabbing the plate from Marik and nodding his head towards the exit.

Marik turned around and left as quickly as he possibly could, seeing Amunet naked was indeed a treat, but as the boss's property, he felt extremely uncomfortable doing so. He sat down at the same rock he did that morning, waiting for Akefia to join him once more.

"Do you understand the gravity of that statement?" he asked, grabbing an apple and setting the plate down on the ground.

Amunet nodded, shifting as the chain dug uncomfortably into her legs and eyeing the way he gripped the apple while reaching for his knife.

"I don't think you do though, so while I feed you your breakfast, I'll explain it more clearly," he said as he began to slice up the apple into thin pieces and pushing them slowly into her slightly parted mouth. "If you try to run today, or any day, mind you, while I'm not here," shoving another piece into her mouth before continuing, "Marik, or anyone else who finds you, for that matter, gets to do whatever they want with you, understand?" He saw her eyes widen with the implication, then analyze his face for a moment before continuing to chew and nod her head once more in compliance.

"Now, if you're a good girl, and you don't try to run away or misbehave, no one in this camp will lay a single finger on you unless they have a death wish. Similarly, no one but Marik will step foot inside here, even to look at you, while I'm gone," he said, brandishing another expertly sliced piece of apple into her mouth. "Is your master reasonable or what?" he asked in a slightly serious tone, using the knife to bring her head up a little more. "I love the way you look up at me, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in love with me," he watched Amunet's face grow red with either anger or embarrassment, shoving another piece into her mouth before laughing maniacally.

"I know, you love your master, right?" he asked, waiting for a response this time.

Amunet glared defiantly at him, feeling the tip of the knife dig behind her chin as he glared back at her, his eyes wide with anticipation for her answer. Knowing that this would not be the most opportune moment to resist, she let out a rough, "Yes master."

"If that's true, then say it," he grinned, calling her bluff.

Her blush deepened, feeling the hot waves coming off of her face and ears, she wished she could say anything but what she was about to,

"I love my master."

"Good girl," he cooed, returning his knife back to his belt and reaching out with both hands to grab her chained wrists resting on her lap. "I'd give your beautiful little wrists a break, but I don't know if I can trust you so easily just yet," he said gripping them just enough to make her flinch.

"I take it you've seen the addition I made to your finest steal to date? Remember I said you didn't need to know what your first present was? Well, these are your first present," he said while gripping her golden embraced ankles and bringing her feet to rest on his chest. Running his fingers over the slight curve to the tops of her feet, Akefia gazed at her in a manner that made Amunet's chest tighten and her mouth open. His eyes were almost warm, as opposed to their usual cold nature in which, staring into them caused Amunet the most blaring sense of fear.

"I have to admit," he continued, still lightly grazing his fingers over her feet, "these do look divine on you. I just wish I had you matching ones for these," he said as his fingers had found their way to her wrists again, touching the chaffed skin lightly enough for Amunet not to flinch.

Amunet prayed that he not attempt to part her legs while in her current state, as she relaxed into his touch, not caring that he stared with great vigor. Her eyes suddenly felt heavy and in closing them, she relaxed more into his touch, wanting to lay down. Akefia reached for her face with one hand, using his thumb to stroke her cheek softly while she clearly indulged him in his affection. Within a few moments her head began to lean into his hand, slightly nuzzling his rough fingers as his other hand gripped a thigh, lightly scratching her.

"Open your mouth," he said in a low voice, the hand on her leg dropping lazily. Amunet complied, still enjoying the hand on her cheek, she kept her eyes close while parting her mouth.

"Good girl," he said plopping a grape into her mouth. She chewed slowly, licking her lips once she was done.

"Master has to leave now, will you behave?" he asked, pulling the plate closer to her while she continued to slightly nuzzle his hand.

"Yes master, I'll behave for you," she said opening her eyes demurely.

Akefia tapped her face with his hand, before rising up and making his way out the tent.

Amunet watched him open the tent flap before she found her voice, "Thank you, master."

Akefia stopped, gripping the heavy material and turning his head slightly to look at her.

She sat regally, her hair once again covering her breasts while the chain glinted in the sun pouring through the open flap.

"Good girl," he said mostly to himself as he exited the tent and leaving a smirking Amunet behind.