• His foul hand descended upon my head, and his fingers curled into my hair tightly. With reckless tug, he yanked my head up, and my teary-eyes where forced to look up at him.

    "You can be a rather lovely creature when you try hard enough. I know this. I've seen the pretty side of you. What are you doing now? You're hurting yourself. You're causing yourself more pain then I ever wanted you to go through. You know better then to reject me what I want." His hand, still firmly gripping my hair, slammed downward, and I screamed as my skull crushed against the floor. My head dizzy with pain. My thoughts fuzzed over and my fingers tingling. How did I get myself into this situation?

    ---

    The man abusing me is named, Dmitri. Dmitri Allistar. But, I never say that name. Not to anyone, not to him. He's Master. My Master. I am just his pathetic little pet that cowers in his shadow and tries to accomplish every little command given to me. However, I'm far from perfect.

    Beatings like this are common, but only because I don't have the gut to do preform some of the actions given to me. All of them are, well, evil. Some aren't so bad. Drug someones drink. Push someone down a flight of stairs. Easy. When I have to kill someone. When I have to light a crowded building on fire...those are projects the I have difficulty completing.

    But, how did I end up in this situation? How did I become the slave of a demon? It's pretty simple really.

    Dmitri was looking for a pet. Shopping for someone he could train, but someone who could fight back. He was searching for acumen in a person, and he wanted a female. There are a plethora of girls like that in the world...but they where all either unattractive physically, or stupid. He came across me and could feel the feisty personality radiating out of me. His interest in me was unmatched. That was when I first entered 'his world'.

    Dmitri's 'world' is sometimes just a white space of nothing. Echoes. Chilly air. And us two. This is where he talks to me when he doesn't want the normal world to see him. He plucks me out of wherever I am, and drags me to his world. Only mentally, though. My body remains wherever it was before he intruded. When I return, I have to evidence of his abuse upon me, and not a second in time has passed.

    Also, as he just had, Dmitri has the dreadful ability to alter his world in any way he wanted. Like, just now. To smack my skull again the ground, he changed what the floor was made out of. Now, it's cement. He can make a tree appear, or a whole forest. He can flood the area. He can make it look exactly like the real world. He can light me on fire. He can put me in chains. He can bury me alive....and no one will be able to hear my screams. No one will ever be able to see it. No one can ever help me.

    I'm working on being obedient to his every little command, however, it's difficult to put someone else through torture when your own suffering is the only thing at risk. Just because I'm aggressive, doesn't mean I can kill everything in sight without regret.

    But, I'm getting better at it.