AN: I had this upload planned for last night but the log in server was down I think :-p
She awoke in the middle of the night from a really good sleep with lovely images in them. The adventures she had when she was asleep were the strangest thing. Ever since Victor Creed had taken her to his house, her sleeping pattern had changed completely. She had all these strange kind of visions at night in which all sort of weird stuff happened. She learned they were called "dreams" and she loved them!
She also noticed her memory of her life before slowly returned to her which confused her with feelings of longing and sometimes loneliness. Aria remembered her 8th birthday, some days in kindergarten and even her father's face. She wondered if those memories were real or illusive. In the arena she had no memories, and now all of a sudden she seemed to remember things from her past. She decided to ask Victor about it some time, he seemed to really know a lot about the world.
But when she turned around to continue sleeping, she was alone. Usually Victor let her know when he would leave for work. But he wasn't in the bed next to her. Her heart started beating fast and for a few seconds she actually felt frightened. But as soon as she jumped out of bed and opened the bedroom door, she could already hear that he was in the living room.
She exhaled in relief, not sure why his absence had scared her in the first place, but so be it.
Victor's feral hearing enabled him to hear her as soon as she woke up.
And now she had silently tiptoed up the double stairs, quietly opened up the living room door and was staring at his bare back.
"You should be asleep" he grumbled.
She slowly closed the door behind her "I woke up from a dream and you were gone. Is something wrong?".
He scoffed and turned around to look at the little figure at the door. Aria was still standing at the door in her long white morning robe. She really had no shame. For if she did, she would've known how stupid it was to get out of bed because she woke up from a dream and couldn't find him. He looked at her.
That dumb fucking smile on her face.
"Come here" he commanded.
She strolled forward and sat next to him, never breaking eye contact as she asked; "Why aren't you asleep Victor?".
He chuckled and shook his head "You and your fucking questions. Why are you so nosy?".
"I don't know a lot yet. I want to know more. You seem to know about everything so I ask you" she simply answered him.
"So you just ask whatever you want to know hm?".
She nodded "Yes. That is what I do".
Victor leaned back into the pillows and looked her over slowly, lustfully almost "Well, I am not asleep because I couldn't sleep".
"Do you have dreams also?".
He snickered grimly "Sure do".
"Are they nice ones like mine?" she continued to ask.
He studied her face for a few seconds "No, they're not".
Her face fell "I'm sorry to hear that. I won't ask you why they aren't nice. You seem to not always like the amount of questions I ask".
It actually made him laugh this time. The formal, almost robotic way she said that.
"I've only started dreaming since I live here. In the arena I never used to dream" she explained.
Victor took a big gulp of his drink "Probably because of all the drugs you were under" he said.
She smiled sadly at him "Probably. What are you drinking?" she asked and quickly realized she was asking too many questions again "Sorry, you don't have to answer that. Not that you have to answer any of it, I mean, it's not like I think you have to answer to me, I just mean that-"
He grinned darkly "Settle down little one. It's whiskey. You want some?".
She smiled shyly "No thanks, it smells funny. I'm going to make some tea if that's okay. I love tea. Never had that before either" she said as she jumped off the couch "Who knew that if you boil water and add some flavor to it, you would create a magic potion of pure goodness?".
"Well, bring some food while you're at it" he said.
"Okay" she replied whilst walking out.
When he heard her coming back he instantly wanted to curse at her for taking so long. That was, until he saw the gigantic plate of meatball spaghetti.
"Did Cora teach you how to make this?" he asked after eating in silence for a few minutes.
"Yes. She taught me how to make all sorts of things".
She looked at the flat screen TV again "I like this show" she said as she watched it in concentration and laid down on the carpet in front of the big television.
Her favorite show was on and from time to time Aria laughed out loud in between sipping her tea. It was actually the first time he had seen her laugh so freely and full of life. It did something with him and he wasn't sure whether or not he liked it. It was just a different feeling than he usually experienced.
Part of him was annoyed by it, she shouldn't be laughing or having fun. She was supposed to be chained and locked up. Taken out for breeding only. He'd gone fucking soft on the little bitch.
"One day you will tell me" she said as she continued to watch the show with that same dumb smile on her face "And I won't have to bother you with my annoying questions which is nice for you also".
He put down the empty plate and took a gulp of whiskey to rinse his mouth "Tell you what?" he asked slowly and in a threatening tone.
"About your dreams. The bad dreams you have when you are asleep. One day you will tell me about them" she simply stated in a matter-of-factly-way. She turned her head to look at him and smiled slowly "Not right now. But later on when you find me less annoying and like me better".
He slowly licked his lips, got off the couch and suddenly gripped her ankle, pulling her underneath him.
He was leaning on one arm as she squealed beneath him "I like you just fine the way you are: naked, submissive and soaking wet all the time" his hand slowly opened her robe revealing her nakedness to him "But you are getting a little mouthy so maybe I should deal with that".
In one swift move Victor turned her around so her back was pressing against his chest. "Bad girls usually receive a good beating in order to get them back in line".
His hand slowly moved up her robe, all the way up her legs and over her behind. And then he smacked it, nice and hard. She yelped but arched her back nevertheless.
It was strange, every time he had threatened her to beat her, she imagined a beating by Victor Creed would be different. And something told her that the way he smacked her behind like he did now, was not the same beating he promised to give her if she did something wrong. She still wouldn't want to piss him off to find out what a real beating was like though.
After one more smack on her left butt cheek, he moved her legs up. She willingly sat in front of him as he brought his cock up and slowly stroked the tip of it between her wet lips. He grunted deeply as he entered her and started fucking her. Aria was still a little confused why she liked what had just happened. But she couldn't ponder on it with Victor fucking her like he did now, it was too distracting and too nice.
His hand moved around her waist as he pinched her nipple until she yelped. It always confused her why these sort of pains were different, nicer. They were mixed with pleasure. Just like when Victor was inside her, there was always a hint of pain but she longed for it every time and that confused her.
Once he had filled her up, they just laid on the floor, catching their breaths.
Victor thought about her question from the other night. Was she a slave or not?
He knew the answer. Technically she might be his slave, she wasn't getting paid, he was keeping her prisoner and she was forced to do whatever he told her.
But he didn't see her as a slave. At first maybe, yes, he saw her as a slave. Just some good looking female feral to breed some feral mutants with. For practical reasons: his race was dying and he couldn't have that.
But after the first few weeks, he had to admit that it was amusing to have her around the house. And not just because she was some hot piece of ass who he could fuck whenever and whatever way he liked.
He enjoyed coming home, knowing someone would be there. And that that someone was her. Now there was a reason for coming home. The fact that she was waiting especially for him. He even liked that dumb smile that came to her dumb face when he walked into the room. It was stupid as hell. He didn't understand why she did that, people didn't smile when he walked in. But she did and he liked it. It was also greatly entertaining to see someone with such an unpolluted mind finding out about the world around her.
So she was not a slave in his eyes. Although the rest of the world would probably beg to differ. But fuck them.
Though of course she was wearing that bloody collar.
"Here" he said as he pulled her up a bit "Let's get this off ya, I forgot you were still wearing that" he lied.
She smiled as he removed the collar from her neck. She felt better without it. It was from her past life. It didn't belong in this new life.
"Besides, we don't need it" Victor smirked "Because you're not running away are you?" he asked sternly as he raised his brows at her.
"No, I will not run away" she answered most seriously.
She honestly wondered what she had to run away from anyway. Perhaps Victor didn't quite understand how much better this life was than her previous one. Sure in the beginning when Victor had been so cruel, she thought about escaping.
But now? No chance.
"Good. Because if you do, I will find you easily and there will be hell to pay" he threatened in a not very convincing way "Let's get back to bed".
"What do you think you're doing?" he briskly asked when her small fingers touched his bare back.
When they got back into bed, Victor had turned away from her, trying to get some sleep. And Aria remembered that the first night she ever spent in this bed, he hurt her greatly but after that he had stroked her back and it had a strangely calming effect on her after which she quickly fell asleep.
"I thought maybe it would make you sleep better. Maybe the dreams will go away" she murmured unsure of herself "Sorry, I won't do it again".
"No" he grumbled "Continue. And don't stop until I'm asleep".
She brought her little fingers back up, retracted her nails and slowly stroked his back up and down. His back was so muscular and big. She could feel every muscle slowly starting to relax under her touch. She wondered how he ever got this big and she felt a little flushed in her face. She had never really cared about it, but he really was quite beautiful. Victor actually got to sleep within two minutes, though Aria caught herself not wanting to stop touching his back.
Eventually she stopped, a little afraid he might wake up and get angry with her.
She slowly brought her fingers towards her own neck. She still couldn't believe he took off her collar. Just like that he'd done it. She'd worn that collar for most of her life and he just took it off. She smiled to herself. Maybe she wasn't a slave after all?
She didn't quite know what she was, but she knew now that a slave wasn't it. And that was a good thing.
When Victor woke up the next morning, Aria was still asleep. She was lying a lot closer than he was used to, her face pressed against his side burns. Instinctively he looked at it with disgust for a moment. If this frail thought she could just cuddle up to him like a cozy little love bird, she had another thing coming.
Fuck it, he decided, she smelled nice and he just realized he hadn't had one bad dream after she made him drift off to sleep so peacefully.
He thought about waking her up, barking at her just for the hell of it and then fuck her into next week. He had a fucking morning boner so he really should be doing that.
But for once he'd let her sleep some more. Besides, this way he could study her while she was sleeping.
That week Victor had some business in New York again. Which was a good opportunity to pay a visit to some old friends. Eric Lehnsherr and Mystique. They were both flabbergasted by the shit Victor had pulled this time.
Eric Lehnsherr shook his head at Victor "You have done some crazy things my boy, but this" the old man sighed once more. Still not believing the things Victor had just told him.
"It's cruel Creed. Even for you!" Mystique hissed at him. "She has no fucking idea what goes on in everyday life. And you just wanna get her pregnant like that you stupid fuck! What is she going to think when her stomach grows? What is she going to think when the baby is due! She might be so confused that she'll rip the baby from her own womb and kill it. You don't know how she'll react but she will freak out!".
He shrugged "I'll just tell her before she's due".
"You'll tell her before her stomach gets big!" Mystique snapped.
Creed slammed his fist down "I paid 5 million dollars for the bitch. I'll do whatever the fuck pleases me!". He really did not take pleasure in people telling him what to do.
"How is she gonna learn to take care of a child?" Mystique wondered.
"Hell if I know… I'll get her a fucking kitten so she can practice on it".
Eric scoffed and laughed "The poor girl will probably think it's food".
"Fuck it" Creed scoffed "She'll know what to do, mother instincts and all that shit will kick in. Besides, she's not stupid. Just unknowing of the world. She's real bright" he said with a sense of pride "She taught herself how to read and write in one fucking week. How hard can raising a cub be for her?".
"One kid… hard enough" Mystique said "But how many do you want again?".
He shrugged nonchalantly "Just enough so my species don't go extinct" Creed murmured "Once they're grown, my cubs can search for others and reproduce".
"And then what?" Eric asked cynically "You and your feral army are going to take over the world?".
Creed smirked "We might just do that old man, we might just do that".