• "Master. Please..." I hate sounding to pathetic...but I'm in to vulnerable a situation to react any other way. The blood from my skull had cleared up, Dmitri's work, but it was still throbbing with pain, and hot from the shock of my body. My hand reaches up, and I gently take hold of his wrist. His hand was still gripping my hair, so I didn't have to move much. As soon as the contact was made, Dmitri yanked my head up again, and carelessly threw me back. My body flew away from him, and I ended up laying flat on my back upon the cement surface.

    He was upon me then. In an instant. His feet kicked my legs to separation so that he could comfortable settle himself between them. This was why he needed a pretty girl. For his...physical desires as well as his mental ones. "Master, please. I'm sorry. I disobeyed you, I understand. I'm trying to stop. Please, you have to understand how difficult it is for me to ignore my mo-" I cut myself off with a whimper. Chains. Cold, hard, iron chains appeared around my wrists and yanked my hands up above my head, locking them there.

    His fingers slid from my temple, down to my chin. Goosebumps brailled my flesh. "Here's what you're going to do." I nodded, eager to have another order. One I could fulfill. One good thing about the demon was when I did do as I was told, he didn't ever hurt me. That was a promise he kept. "You're going to find that woman, and you're going to tell her to meet you in the cemetery after ten tonight, and before tomorrow."

    Why a graveyard? Just to scare me? I had to hang around a graveyard, alone, at night, for two hours.

    "And you're going to tell her the rules of being a slave to a demon..." My eyes widened. "Tell her who I am. Tell her what it's like. Tell her that I want her. That she is going to belong to me befo-"

    "NO!" I snapped finally. "No! I am not going to make another young lady suffer as I am! I will not help you gain another pet to torture and-" He slapped me. The back of his hand whipping across my cheek so hard that I didn't have time to try and prevent the tears from rolling down my face. They just escaped my lids the moment his hand touched my skin. The chains vanished. Oh no.

    His hand gripped my throat, and Dmitri pulled me to my feet again. The next thing I felt was him slamming my back against a wall that must have just appeared. "Say no again! Tell me no one more time! Say it, Binx!" I've been this afraid of him before, and, just as I had every other time, all I could do was cringe, whimper, and mentally pray that he would leave me alone soon. However, this time, he didn't.

    Dmitri paused his fury, stopped choking me, and I opened my eyes to see a dangerous glint in his gaze. The man's lethal, sapphire irises held that look of knowing. That look that I fear more than any other. He's figured out a new way to torture me.

    The setting shifts. I'm now in one familiar to my mind. My body changes. I'm younger. Thirteen. I'm in the backyard of my old house. It's nighttime. I'm home alone. Mom is working late. My feet are dipped into the pool, my legs kicking up tiny waves. Then I hear a click. Should I have not known exactly what the click was, and what it meant, I would have looked up innocently and scanned the area. But, I knew better. I froze. A gun. And, from the loudness of the click, I could tell where it was pointed. My head.

    "Get inside. Don't scream." Seeing no other option, I got to my feet, and walked into the home with him following. This man wasn't Dmitri. He raped me before Dmitri ever saw me. And, although rape is rape, and it will never be fun, Dmitri is much more preferable. He's...nice about it. Dmitri...doesn't hurt me. This man. This stranger both traumatized me and put me through agony as a young girl without any other option. As the memory played out in my mind...the stranger hurting me. Biting me. Talking to me. In my memory, I never screamed. However, when the stranger was done with me, and finally left me alone, Dmitri released his hold on me, and I was back in my own world. As soon as I had control over myself again, my own scream shattered the air.

    After the scream satisfied my desire to express my mental pain, I broke out into sobs. Only then was I aware of exactly where I was. I was in school. In my classroom. Third period. The class was watching me, but I hardly cared at the moment. More regrets for later.