Sean Renaud
The West Coast Pop
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Marcus grumbled angrily. " The reason you do is because you're alive and you want to stay that way. Because you don't enjoy being slapped or cut, or beaten. If your too stupid to understand that you are nothing then I guess we'll just leave you out until you understand.
Marcus quickly retied her, this time, her hands to her ankles leaving her spread eagle and very, very vulernerable. He carried her back out to the tree and tied her up into the tree, her sex just about waist level. "If you get hungry you can cry out for your master. If I hear anything else from you I'm going to respond with my sword, and I think your foul tongue is going to be the next thing to go." He slapped her across the cut smearing her blood over her cheek before walking back into the house.
Fatima still hadn't moved from her spot. He was begining to worry that something was wrong with her. "Fatima?" He gently nudged her. She was unresponsive but she seemed to be breathing just fine, nothing else that seemed wrong so Marcus left her be returning to his own room and sitting on the edge of the bed.
He'd never drawn human blood before, now it was on his sword, his hand. Part of him knew that he'd failed that girl. That there was a way to reach out to her and make her into a beautiful woman and obedient slave. He washed his hands and his blade before looking out the window to where he'd hung her. "Damnit." He moved back to his bed and lay back on it, his thoughts wandering now to Trianna. He'd expected her back by now.
"I should go looking for her, maybe she got hurt. . ." Odd, the idea that she'd just ran away didn't even cross his mind despite being the obvious answer.
Marcus quickly retied her, this time, her hands to her ankles leaving her spread eagle and very, very vulernerable. He carried her back out to the tree and tied her up into the tree, her sex just about waist level. "If you get hungry you can cry out for your master. If I hear anything else from you I'm going to respond with my sword, and I think your foul tongue is going to be the next thing to go." He slapped her across the cut smearing her blood over her cheek before walking back into the house.
Fatima still hadn't moved from her spot. He was begining to worry that something was wrong with her. "Fatima?" He gently nudged her. She was unresponsive but she seemed to be breathing just fine, nothing else that seemed wrong so Marcus left her be returning to his own room and sitting on the edge of the bed.
He'd never drawn human blood before, now it was on his sword, his hand. Part of him knew that he'd failed that girl. That there was a way to reach out to her and make her into a beautiful woman and obedient slave. He washed his hands and his blade before looking out the window to where he'd hung her. "Damnit." He moved back to his bed and lay back on it, his thoughts wandering now to Trianna. He'd expected her back by now.
"I should go looking for her, maybe she got hurt. . ." Odd, the idea that she'd just ran away didn't even cross his mind despite being the obvious answer.