NovelEnglishHe had that sLook as when the problem with Master Christof had been going on.
‘s your bond broken? Did something happen?” I pressed.
“This is not your concern, Ciara,” Master Evan told me. “It is tfor you to take your meal.”
“You are my concern!” I stormed standing up. “You are my Masters. You are the only reason I survive here and something is wrong with you.
Please, tellwhat has happened, lethelp you,” I begged.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“You have helped, Ciara, you fixed our bond. Now Master Damien is being considered for the position of General. If he is chosen, he will train to take the General’s place in a Warrior compound,” Master Christof finally admitted.
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“Oh,” I said deflated, that wasn’t so bad, “congratulations, Master Damien, that sounds Like an honor.”
Master Damien threw his plate and upturned the table in front of him. I backed into the wall and watched him. He’d never lost his temper Like this in front of me. It was terrifying.
“A General,” he said stalking toward me, “cannot own a slave. They take too much time. They distract him from his one endeavor, the good of the compound. My needs will be sated by our women, no more waiting for couplings. I need only ask my Mistress.”
I stood shocked looking at him. They were going to get rid of me. I always knew it was a chance, slaves were meant to be sold and traded.
Silly me, I had trusted their promise, though.
I put my hands over my nipples and felt their insignia burning into my palms. How many times would I be traded before it stopped hurting? I wondered. Next tI would not get so attached, I swore to myself.
Tears ran in rivers down my face and I bolted for the bathroom.
The food I had just eaten cback up in a rush. Someone held my hair back as I vomited. Once I was done, I curled over my knees and bawled.
The idea of being without them leftwith a feeling of emptiness and terror.
“We should not have told it,” Master Bane chastised.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“No, you should have told me. I would hate to be surprised with something like that. To be…sold is terrible. I need tto prepare for it. Thank you, Masters, for not surprisingwith the auction,” I stuttered out trying to sound professional.
This was a business transaction for them. They were moving up in the world. I shouldn’t begrudge them this. I would deal with my own fear and leave them to their lives.
“We cannot sell it back to the slavers. I will not see Ciara sold to another,” Master Damien growled. “I will not do this. There must be a way..
“It wears our brand in the hair on its stomach,” Master Kein said, “we could argue it cannot be sold to another with such a mark.”
“They will remove it, Kein,” Master Christof said, “or they will tell us to kill it, if it cannot be sold. If Damien becomes General, the Administrators will make us part with Ciara.”
“Ridiculous,” Master Damien fumed, “I do not want this change, now. I am happy. Our lives are good and we are satisfied. They will force us to make this change if they choose me. I do not know what to do.”
I sat up and watched them pace in the bathroom. Now I understood, they didn’t want to get rid of me, that’s why they were so upset. In happiness, I threw myself at Master Damien and hugged him. My breath probably reeked but I hugged all of them. hy do they want you, Masters?” I asked wishing to help.
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