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Chapter 3: Reflection
The next morning she didn't exactly know what to do. In her past life, she'd wake up in her cage, then shower and eat. Sometimes she would either do nothing or she would train to keep her body strong. Strong in order to kill, in order to survive. And she only got to go outside when there was a battle.
But now? In this new life? She had no idea. She just knew the bed was a big improvement.
She stared at him. He was still asleep. He wasn't wearing any clothes either and she instantly remembered the pain he'd put her through the night before. She didn't like the things he'd done to her. He seemed to enjoy them, but it hurt her and she didn't understand what it was good for. Then again, when she was sold, she never expected to be treated any better by her new owner.
Then suddenly, a certain different memory came back to mind. The memories about what happened after he'd hurt her last night and dragged her back to bed.
Maybe she only dreamed it… Though she was sure it had been real.
It was the strangest thing. She was scared of him last night, and she was angry with him. But when she came back to bed, he was nicer to her than anyone had ever been. She didn't understand why he did what he did, why his fingers stroked her back, he was a strange man. But it made her feel nice and she had fallen asleep almost instantly.
When she woke up in the middle of the night she was no longer in pain. Also, she was lying in a strange position. Her body was turned around on her stomach, one of her legs sprawled over his. She felt hot and pushed the covers off her. It didn't help, still hot. Not the feverish kind of hot though. The heat radiated from the place between her legs and she had trouble breathing normally. That's when he chuckled and she noticed he was awake too.
"That feel good frail?" he had whispered close against her ear.
Her eyes shot open when she realized he was between her legs again. But not like he had done last night. Not inside her, just against her. His fingers slowly sliding between her folds and carefully massaging her center.
Her hand reached for his to halt him "What are you doing?" she asked in shock.
"Does it matter?" he answered "Feels good doesn't it?".
That's when it really hit her: It did feel good. Not just a little good like when his fingers trailed paths up and down her back a few hours earlier, but a whole different kind of good. Little jolts of electricity shot through her right from her center. It was nothing she had ever felt before.
She nodded in order to answer his question and only just managed to answer with a 'yes'. It was more a gasp than a real word. She didn't want him to stop so she'd better answer him.
And then her body did something which it had never done before. It started to move against his hand, she panted, she moaned, she wanted to do anything to bring his hand closer to her. She continued to buck against him as he whispered seductively into her ear. Her head was thrown back and spinning. Sometimes his finger would slowly slide inside her and she registered how wet it felt down there. She even felt his tongue and canines against her throat at some point. It drove her absolutely wild. Not the killing and slaughtering kind of wild. This was very different.
As the heat started to build up, her breathing increased even more. His hand became more forceful and she lost all control. Tremors shot right through her as she suddenly heard herself scream. But not in pain this time. It was something else, something new and more intense than anything she'd ever felt before. It was amazing, marvelous, stunning and unbelievable at the same time. It felt like her inner thighs were on fire and something exploded from the inside. It lasted a long time and she had no idea what had happened. After that, he slowly climbed on top of her and entered her body again.
But differently this time, not rough and carelessly like before. This time he handled her with some consideration and she found out he had spoken the truth: it didn't hurt anymore, or not so much anyway. The little pain that was, faded much faster than before. She almost hated to admit but… it felt strangely good. Maybe it was the atmosphere, or how it was still tingling between her legs as he moved inside her. Or perhaps just the simple fact that she didn't feel like he was attacking her this time. Whatever the reason was, and whatever they were doing in the first place, it was a wonderful feeling and it made it hard for her to control her body which wouldn't lay still. A few minutes later, another explosion made her head spin and legs tremble.
Oh well, that was last night, it had not been a dream, she was sure of it.
"You done staring yet frail?" he asked gruffly with his eyes still closed. It pulled her right back into the present. Into the harsh light of day.
She blinked and he opened up his eyes. Her big eyes and tempting smell made him want to fuck her instantly. But Victor restrained himself when the images of last night came back. She had been in a lot of pain. Caused by him. He didn't necessarily regret it because it was fucking mind blowing to be inside her, but…
They could've had a better start. Even he had to acknowledge that. Though he was sure that she enjoyed it when he woke her up a few hours later with his hands between her legs. She couldn't even lay still that time when he fucked her.
He decided he'd give her some rest for now, a few minutes anyway. "The shower's through that door" he pointed out "There's a robe in there. Get cleaned up and put it on".
She nodded and quickly jumped from the bed and into the bathroom, still flushed and for some reason feeling shame because of last night and her reminiscing thoughts on the subject. First he had hurt her. And then hours later he woke her up and did some amazing things to her body which she had never known about. It made her feel weird about everything. She should be hating him.
Well, maybe she didn't hate him, but she sure as hell feared him for now.
"Frail!" he hollered throughout the hallway as he entered the living room.
She quickly stood up to stare at him. 'Frail' was her new name. At least that's what he called her all the time so it probably was. She felt vulnerable again, only wearing the bath robe which she found in the bathroom.
"Did you break all the mirrors in my bathroom?" he growled as he looked her over angrily.
She quickly shook her head, not sure what he was talking about. He glared at her and yanked her arm roughly, dragging her towards the bathroom to show her the broken mirrors.
"Then how do you explain this?!" he barked as he increased his grip on her arm and shook her.
She looked over at the pieces of glass, shattered on the bathroom floor and then back at him "There was something in there, it attacked me, I think I killed it".
He wanted to bark at her again, slam her against the wall but then it hit him: she had no idea what a fucking mirror even was. She had seen herself, possibly for the very first time in her life, and it made her feel threatened because she thought it was someone else. So she attacked and concluded that her mirror image did the same, attacking her. And now she was looking up at him with those huge deer eyes, awaiting his next move.
He sighed in agitation "Frail, this is a fucking mirror, there's nothing inside it".
She just stared at him in disbelief. She was sure she'd seen something, a woman, with claws like hers, ready to attack her.
"There are no other people in this part of the house, not ever" he continued to explain as he ran a hand over his head "You saw your own mirror image".
She continued to look at him dumbfounded. "I don't understand. Did I kill it?".
He scoffed out a laugh "Yeah sure, you killed it, come on" he said as he pulled her arm "I'll show you something".
They walked over to his walk in closet, possibly the only room in his house left with a decent mirror after her little crusade. He chuckled, he should remember that a lot of things which occurred normal to him, were a first time for her.
"This time, don't attack when you see her again. She's not dangerous and she won't attack you".
She nodded slowly. If he said so… but if the mirror would attack her again, she would bring it down like she used to.
He slowly guided her towards the full length mirror.
"That's you" she whispered and pointed at the mirror reflection of Creed "But who's that?".
"It's you" he replied.
She saw a young woman like herself but didn't register it. Instead she continued to make strange faces and gestured her arms around only to find that her mirror reflection did exactly that.
"Why is it copying me? Make it stop!" she cried out in anger.
Creed chuckled "Relax frail. It won't hurt you. It's just your reflection".
"My reflection? What is that?"
He took her shoulders in his huge hands and moved them closer to the mirror "A mirror shows you and the things around you. When the light reflects, it shows what's in front of the mirror. That's called a reflection. So that is you and me right there" he pointed out as they stared into it.
She reluctantly moved closer to the mirror, very hesitant and on edge. She stared at the young woman in the mirror. She had long hair, bright eyes and comparing to mister Creed she was very small.
"That's me" she whispered unbelievably.
The mirror was a strange entity. It did everything she did and she had no clue why it would do that. What use did this mirror person have? It couldn't do anything of its own, it just copied them. How foolish to do that.
Before touching the glass she quickly withdrew her fingers and looked behind her at Creed with a weary look in her eyes.
"Go on" he encouraged her with a smirk. He had to admit: this was greatly amusing.
She slowly turned towards the mirror again and touched it. Carefully. Her fingers delicately landed on the glass and she placed her entire hand against it. Bringing her face close to find out why her hand was touching the exact same hand of her image. Then suddenly she brought her other hand up and pushed it against the mirror too. She gasped in surprise.
Such strange items this place had.
He laughed when she suddenly pushed her nose against the mirror glass and tried to touch it.
She quickly withdrew and turned around "Why are you laughing at me?".
Creed smirked "I've never met a savage and it's entertaining" he simply stated.
It angered her. She didn't understand the words he used or the items he kept around this place "The mirror is stupid. It shouldn't copy me without permission. I don't understand it and I want to kill it".
He grinned "It's just a tool for people to see themselves".
Her face showed obvious annoyance "Why would anyone want that?".
"Well" he began as he scratched the back of his head "Frails usually like it I think".
"Frails?" she questioned as she raised a brow. 'Frail' was her name and there was only one of her, or apparently not…
"Women. They like to stare at themselves in the mirror" he explained.
She crossed her arms and looked at him agitatedly "That's ridiculous. Why would they do that?".
He laughed again "Beats me, thought maybe you could explain it to me".
She frowned, even more confused now "How?" she asked "I don't understand your world or the things you say. You use strange words and I don't like it. The mirror is silly, it doesn't feed, it doesn't kill, it doesn't protect. What use is it?".
He grinned widely "You're right, it doesn't have any use. Come on" he gestured "Time for breakfast".
"This one's gonna be around for a long time Cora" Creed told his housekeeper that morning.
The older woman eyed the young lady at the kitchen bar "Oh you mean she won't be torn apart and dumped in a sea somewhere? That's lovely mister Creed" Cora replied softly so the younger woman wouldn't hear her.
"Very funny woman. Just… take care of her when I'm not around. And take her shopping. She doesn't have any decent clothes".
The housekeeper ignored Creed and turned around to face the girl "What's your name child?".
The young feral woman's eyes shot up to stare at the older woman, then at Creed and then back to the older woman again "My name is Frail".
Cora frowned, not fully understanding what she just said "Your name… is frail?" .
She bit her lip, not sure if she answered correctly. "Uhm... yes… I think so?" She gave mister Creed a questioning look.
He chuckled "That's not your name. It's just another word for females. Women".
Cora inhaled sharply and turned around to face Victor Creed, giving him a hard and disapproving stare "She does not have a name?" the housekeeper stated bitterly.
Creed shrugged, not the least bit intimidated "I wasn't there when she was born so what ya want me to do about it?".
Cora coughed sternly "Give her one? Let her choose a name? Something like that perhaps?".
He growled "Mind your own business and get us breakfast. I'm starving and I got things to do".
"Hm hm" Cora mused sarcastically "Things to do… people to kill I'm sure".
"C'mon frail" he reached for the girl's arm "We'll be in the downstairs living room".
The older woman shook her head. Unbelievable he was… The poor girl didn't even have a name and she wondered how on earth she got involved with Victor Creed. It couldn't be his natural charm or romantic way of swooning. So she was probably not here by choice. Oh well, she'd find out soon enough since they'd have to find her some clothes today.
When they reached the living room he took off his shirt, pushed her down on the couch and attacked her neck hungrily.
The girl was still wearing one of his shirts which was basically a dress for her.
As his talons tore through the buttons to undo them, she moaned. It was just as surprising for him as it was for her. It were his lips on her neck which made her tingle and let out the moan.
Her small hands were instinctively clutching to his chest. Victor sucked on her neck roughly one more time before turning her around on all fours. He moved open her legs and took out his hard on.
She yelped a little when he pushed his cock inside her. But it was different this time, it still didn't hurt as much anymore. But it also felt different because he was being different from last night.
His big hand slowly roamed her back all the way up to her neck as he continues to push inside and out of her. She hadn't even noticed how she arched her back for him, but he had. It drove him crazy and he leaned in to bite her neck carefully. Again she moaned, louder this time as his teeth scraped the hot flesh.
It almost drove him to the edge but he wanted to enjoy her more. He moved out of her and turned her around on the couch so he could look at her.
This time, he wanted to see her face as he fucked her.
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