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Mark trailed behind his owner and her sister, he hated thinking of her as his owner but it was true. He belonged to her; she inflicted pain and took it away. He hated her. That was normal…

"Mark…" He cringed at hearing the impatience in her. He came out of his musing and turned towards Trina his eyes on the marble ground below him. When had they gotten back inside?

"Yes mistress?" He asked softly.

"Take my sister pets to their rooms… explain the rules to them."

"Yes mistress." His eyes remained on the ground until he heard Trina and her sister walk away. When he was sure they were gone he looked up towards Tori's pets.

They were looking at him in disgust, but it mattered not. He was sure they would be acting like this in weeks… then again maybe they wouldn't be, Tori is their owner after all. They all were aware of Tori's softness.

"Follow me," He announced simply beginning to lead them down a hallway which was lined with doors and pictures of the West clan. He turned down another hallway into Tori's hallway, which had no occupants yet. He opened a door which was small in size with a double bed on both sides of the wall. "Pick a bed." He waved a hand around the room.

"You really allow them to treat you this way?" He looked to the one who had spoken.

He laughed lightly. "I don't 'allow' anything, but it is what it is." He looked them over. They were certainly planning something; members of the men's army didn't foolishly get captured so easily, especially two at a time. He mentally sighed. Whatever reason they had come here for, they wouldn't make it back unscathed, if at all… underestimating the woman was a mistake, a big mistake.

"You're a man." The tanned one commented like it was supposed to mean something. "I'm Beck Oliver by the way and he's Robbie. How many men are in this place anyway?"

Mark couldn't really place it but for some reason their names sounded really familiar, but quickly discarded that line of thought. Names didn't matter much anymore. He instead focused on the question asked, he mentally began going over the amount of males he had met. "Including their mother's…?" He asked tapping his chin, "between fifty and eighty men, mostly their mother's."

The other two males stared at him. "Why hasn't a revolt happened?" Robbie asked bewildered.

Mark paled and bit his lip glancing behind him nervously. "A revolt…" He moved closer to them and whispered harshly. "Do you have any idea who their mother is?" He unconsciously rubbed his tattooed neck. "Mary West, is who. How do you stage a revolt against a person like her and besides I'm sure you've noticed these impressive things." He lifted his chin and showed his throat. "Look, I can't afford any more hurt, and that means I'm going to leave you guys to your mess." He quickly escaped from the room.

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Tori found Jade in the back of their home her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared into the wood in front of her. Tori hesitated on approaching, and if it was for the tiny unnatural red head beside her fuming sister, she would have turned around. Tori was only aware of one clan of woman people who used dye to change hair color, The Valentines. She also was only aware of one Valentine that could stand beside an angry Jade without fearing for their life.

"Cat," Tori yelled happily hugging her small friend tightly. "How have you been?" She looked her younger friend over trying to see if any changes had come to her in the five weeks she had been away. The Valentines had rituals pertaining to coming to age that would happen weeks before the girl's actual sixteenth birthday. The only difference Tori could see was that Cat's hair had gone from the light pinkish red color to a deeper red. She was almost old enough to have her own pet.

The girl giggled hugging Tori again. "Great…" She gently pulled back from Tori looking the taller girl directly. "How are you? Your sixteenth birthday was a few weeks ago…" She announced softly. She wasn't even trying to hide how worried she was for her friend.

Tori lightly shook her head and sighed. "I don't really wanna talk about it, but what about you turn sixteen next week."

"Damn it," Jade's angry hiss made them both jump and turn to look at her. "What in the hell is taking him so long?"

Cat lightly sighed her eyes darting to Tori then nervously back to Jade. "You made him run around one-hundred and fifty times already… he likely fainted." Cat began playing with her hair, uncertainly.

Jade growled ignoring her and stalked away in search of her pet.

Tori shared a worried look with Cat. "I think she is starting to like this… having someone to take her frustrations out on."

Cat's eyes widened. "She's going to hurt him?"

Tori nodded sadly at her friend. "She has to…"

"No… I don't believe that. It has to be other ways." Cat announced with compete certainty.

Tori sighed. "You don't understand yet…"

"Yes I do." The red head said quickly. Her eyes misted over with tears. "We all promised we wouldn't be like our mothers. Tell me you're not going to hurt yours too."

Tori was quiet as she avoided Cat's gaze. It was impossible to tell her she hadn't hurt her pets when she had, but options were limited. "I-I…" Cat glared at her and turned away from her, her dark orange cloak swooshing around as she quickly walked away.

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They ignored her when she walked into the room which was given to them. She had expected nothing less. She had put if off for as long as she could, and had gone a successful week before receiving a letter from her mother asking how things was going. It was a nice letter… too nice. It was obvious that her mother was very aware of her 'slacking' off. She hadn't added them to the registry yet and that was mostly because their names were a mystery to her.

They were lounging on their respective beds staring up towards the ceiling. Their men's army uniforms were gone replaced by the very simple brown tunic black slacks all men in the clan wore. They had been behaving nicely… too nicely.

As she remained in the entryway simply being ignored, she thought long and hard about what needed to be accomplished. By now if her schooling was any indicator, they should be in extreme pain and recovering from a long harsh week of physical pain. Part one, also called the hatred stage. Men naturally hated woman but after this stage a whole another stage of hatred was to be born that would fade into hopelessness, then fear. By the end of the month they needed to fear her enough to call her mistress and beg for their own pain. Tori had her doubts.

"Up," she tried to keep her voice from betraying her true feelings. They didn't even glance at her. She licked her lips and closed her eyes sighing. Seconds later they both were on the ground grasping for air and shaking. She quickly broke the connection hoping she hadn't hurt either of them too bad. She opened her eyes finding them both in conversation, ignoring her, testing her.

Tori felt like crying. She really, really wanted to avoid hurting them, and it was obvious they were becoming immune to the level of pain she was sending through the collars now. She had no plans on going higher.

She left again closing their door behind her. She walked through the home until she found herself in front of Trina's bed room. She raised her hand to bang on the wooden door but it opened before her hand even touched it. Marlo, Trina's second pet was pulling his shirt over his head. Seeing Tori he quickly lowered his eyes.

"She's asleep…" He told her quietly. He began smoothing out his bed hair.

Tori face reddened. "I need her uh… bag."

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