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Where the fuck am I?
I keep my gaze on the ground, on two pairs of boots attached to whoever took me in the night. I try desperately to remember if these are the same boots Jasper and Curtis wear, but everything is fuzzy as my eyes try to adjust.
“Here, drink this,” one male voice commands as he shoves a water bottle in my face.
As I take it and lean my head back to drink, I catch a glimpse of his face. Brown hair, nondescript features. Not Jasper or Curtis. I try to swallow my panic along with the water.
Another voice commands, “Come on, Girl. You need to pee.”
He takes my arm and drags me faster than my feet can manage into the trees, and once more I am freaking the fuck out as I do my best not to trip and fall. Who are they? Where are they taking me?
And if this is one of my current Master’s fucked-up and twisted little plans, what do I dare to do? Look at their faces? Question them? Run?
No.
Slave that I am, I cannot break the rules, even if something diabolical is going on here.
Well, whatever it is, it is diabolical. But diabolical mindfuck presented to me by Master Christopher and Master Damon? Or have I actually been kidnapped from their House?
The man I don’t know shoves me to the ground and my knees hit a pile of fallen leaves.
“Pee,” he orders.
Good slave that I am, I do it, squatting with my knees apart so I won’t get any on my ankles.
“Back in the van,” he commands, his voice gruff as he pulls me to my feet.
I go stumbling after him, my surroundings a blur that is more scent than visuals: the smell of dark earth, of growing things. And for a single moment I contemplate running as fast as I can through the trees, deep into the forest where no one will ever find me again.
Except I don’t want to be lost. I don’t want that more than I want to save myself from what could possibly be a disaster. I spent the first years of my life lost. I was lost until I signed my first slave contract. Until I signed up for…possibly this.
Can’t go back.
I stand still as the other man—the nondescript man—pulls the black hood over my head once more and fastens the buckle. I am lifted into the van, the shackle is back in place, and we’re off once more.
I have no idea if I will come out of this alive.
But I am more frightened of disappointing my Masters. And so I lie on the cold metal floor, curled on my side, waiting to arrive somewhere. And fall into my dreams once more.
I dream of the club where I got a job as a go-go dancer at seventeen. Flashing lights and pounding music, and a certain pride that I’d lied my way in. I writhe for the crowd in my cage up on a pedestal. I feel that sensation, like a glimmer of heat over my skin: the love I feel for the cage, although I don’t know yet what it means. But in the dream I am both seventeen again and myself now, with that thorough understanding that I was born to be a slave. With the knowledge of the safety the cage provides.
Yes.
The dream shifts, as dreams often do, and I am fifteen, hiding in my closet as the EMTs take my mother’s body away. The apartment still smells of the black tar she was smoking.
Can’t let them find me.
I wait for the sound of the front door closing before I step out of the closet and into my uncertain future.
Another shift, and I am with my darling Mistress Clara for the first time. She is so exquisite, with her luxurious mink-brown hair like a dark waterfall around her slender shoulders.
Her dark red lips part, and she smiles wickedly, and I am reliving that falling, falling, into those amber eyes filled with sadistic glee before she even touches me. They see everything—every single thing, down to my bones, down to my soul. I love her. Worship her. And every time she hands me over to the Primal Ranch or to another Master or Mistress, I am so honored that she thinks enough of me to share me, and yet, I miss her so.
I come awake with a start. Will I ever see my Mistress again?
More helpless tears, and it does no good to struggle against them. I am so lost. Will she ever find me?
I try once more to calm down.
