My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

"That was actually him being nice." She wipes her face. "He must be trying to impress you." She winces as she moves to sit up. "Normally he likes to use whips and ropes. He likes to be rough, so this," She waves a dismissive hand, "Was nothing."

"What?!" I couldn't keep the horror out of my voice. "I've been beaten before, but never assaulted. I've never been with anyone like that ever." My panic starts to rise. Of all the things I have been through. I don't know if I will survive this. The sadness and fear turns to anger. Anger at the idea that he is going to take something that is supposed to be special from me. He's already made me afraid of it.

Jena fell into a fitful sleep and it wasn't long before one of the warriors was back and I immediately retreated back to the wall and made myself as small as possible, afraid I was next on the list of s*x slaves. "Don't worry, I can't have you... yet, but I do need to get a few things done, so hold still." I did the exact opposite and started flailing and kicking as soon as he got too close. I had no idea what he was here to do, but I decided that no one was going to touch me the way Mike touched Jena. I got him in the groin and in the jaw before he could move away and run from the room. The scuffle didn't disturb Jena's sleep at all.

My new punching bag came in, bleeding from the lip, with the other two warriors that were here earlier and they held me down while he stuck a needle in my arm and took a vial of blood. Then just to prove a point they each took a strong swing at my face and kicked me in the sides. I think I passed out from the pain.

how much or how often they were taking it, but it felt like I was getting weaker and I just fell in and out of sleep. I did wake up to Mike hitting Jena with a loud smack of skin on skin contact and he was violating her again, she wasn't so quiet this time, her cries stinging my ears, but I couldn't keep my eyes open long enough to do or say anything. I do remember the wild anger in Mike's eyes though, that look is burned into my memory for good. This went on for days or maybe weeks, I have no sense of time here. My

start, panicking and breathing heavily. Sometimes

wiped over my forehead and a small

whisper through dry cracked lips as I blink and try to sit up, but I'm

the Moon Goddess told me I need to help you. I don't have long, so listen. Tonight when dinner

start to protest, but she shakes