NovelEnglishMaster Evan was watchingwith unfaltering attention. He Lay on his side in the bed looking at me. He had his head propped up on his hand as though he had been studyingfor stime.
“So which horror is it to be this time, Ciara?” he asked brushing my hair off my forehead. “Though I know it serves no purpose, I will tell you again, you are safe and we are real.”
What a bizarre thing to say.
I turned my head and saw the moon through the window. It was night. I couldn’t figure how I got here or where I was supposed to be. I didn’t remember going to sleep and no one else was in bed.
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe men slowly cinto the bedroom and sat aroundon the bed. They were all dressed in their linen shifts. It must be bedtime. I couldn’t figure out why I went to bed first.
“What has it said this time?” Master Damien asked taking a sip from the cup in his hands.
God, I was thirsty, so thirsty.
“Master Damien,” I pleaded and pointed to the cup. My voice was raspy.
“It recognizes you, brother,” Master Evan said as he helpedto sit up.
They heldup and letdrink. I felt weak and dizzy. Inside the cup was water, but it burned going down. I coughed and sputtered, but I wanted more. I clung to Master Damien’s arm so he wouldn’t take the cup away. They fedlittle sips until the thirst had gotten better.
I tried to move my leg and screamed as pain shot through me. Jerking the covers away I screamed again. My right leg was tattooed and raw looking. It Looked like an intricate snake wrapping around my
entire calf on the right.
“Ah, it is to be the waking dream of the tentacle again,” said Master Bane quietly.
‘t doesn’t have you, Ciara,” Master Christof said petting my shoulder.
“We burned it off of your leg, there is no tentacle stuck to you. You aren’t drowning. We cut the fleint’s appendage and pulled you up,” he said.
“What are you talking about?” I grated out. “Why did you mark my leg like this, Master Christof?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey all just stared atfor a moment. “Is it awake?” Master Damien asked contemplatively. iara,” Master Kein asked, “where are you?” in the bedroom,” I answered confused.
“Do you know who we are?” Master Christof asked looking hopeful.
“You are my owners,” I croaked out.
They cheered and slapped each other on the shoulders. It was an impromptu celebration going on around me.
Master Bane leaned forward and kissed the top of my head, “Although I’d like to whip you raw before we take you to the village, I’m glad to see you back,” he said smiling.
“Why do you want to whip me? Why did you mark me? Why are you so happy?
What is going on, Masters?” I asked in rapid fire succession.
“Ah, the questions,” Master Damien said laughing.
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