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“What the fuck…?” Lee looked in horror from the bars to her olive skin, grabbing at the long brown hair that hung down her shoulders. “Fuck.” She jumped off of her cot and started banging on the bars of the cell. “Guards!”
“Don’t worry... we’re all being let out of here anyway” Melissa tried to reassure the other slave, or whoever it was. “And the transformation... I think it’s... umm... only temporary...”
“This is... weird... I feel like a giant...”
It was hard for Kade to imagine himself wanting the same thing she did. There was so much out in the world other than people and to have his life centered around just one made him uneasy. “You were with someone for that long?” Kade asked surprised. He couldn’t imagine being someone’s partner that long let alone a slave. “I mean, I guess it isn’t that long but uh–it’s a lot longer than I was owned so it sounds like forever.” The slave ran a hand down his arm, trying to warm his skin. “I guess you’re right.” he shrugged. “I probably haven’t been here as long as you. You’d know better than I would.”
“Yes, I was” she nodded. “It’s a lot longer than most of the claims I’ve seen recently, for sure, but it’s nothing compared to a whole lifetime...” she noted. “I’m surprised to see people are ending up back in the cells so quick... I thought that the claims here would be taken more seriously than that. But I guess it goes to show the masters don’t really care after all...” she mused. “Well, that’s just the way things are starting to look to me now... I’d like to be proven wrong about that, though... but I don’t want to get my hopes up, either...”
“I don’t understand why I have to spend a night in the forest of all places to be.”
“It’s for your own safety, and everyone else’s. Otherwise you might try to hurt someone... and then the guards would have to hurt you...”
“Would you actually…y’know want to serve someone for the rest of your life?” Kade curled his lips between his teeth at he thought to himself for a moment. “I don’t know,” he shrugged. He thought about a few people he knew who didn’t fit the statement but he didn’t mention it. “I guess to the majority we are.”
“If it was someone that I liked enough... someone that I’d actually want to please... I think I could be happy with it” she answered. “And, I mean, It’s not like we can hope for our freedom here, anyway...” she noted. “But I’ve never served anyone for more than a year and a half... so, umm, I can’t exactly speak from experience” she shrugged. “I’m starting to think that there is no minority that feels any other way... it’s just some people are nicer about it than others...” she replied.Â
“Really?” Lee asked, quirking a brow. “Masters want a slave with personality. Otherwise, you might as well be a blow-up doll, which are much cheaper.”
She didn’t have the desire to sugarcoat her words for Melissa, though she felt a little bad about the rock and hard place the girl was being forced to inhabit. But it was good for her, in the long run, to hear the truth, even if it was difficult to swallow.
Lee held open the door to the punishment room for Melissa to enter.Â
“Take off your pants and underwear and get on the spanking bench,” she directed.
“But they don’t want someone that would challenge them, do they?” she questioned. At least, she’d always assumed that, although judging by what some of the slaves here seemed to get away with it might not be as true as she’d thought. Not that any of those slaves could be considered smart, of course. “A blow-up doll?” she frowned indignantly, not at all pleased by the comparison.
Melissa stepped through the door with Lee, biting her lip as just being inside the punishment room made her nervous, though not overly so as she already knew that Lee only planned to spank her. She nodded at the guard’s command, taking off her pants, not rushing but not being overly slow about it either, folding them neatly and placing them to one side. She then slipped off her underwear, her face flushing a little at being exposed to the woman’s gaze. She assumed the position as she was told, feeling even more exposed as her ass pointed in the air awaiting the blonde’s strikes.
“Why do you think?” The simple answer was, she’d been unclaimed. But surely she already knew that. It was odd being greeted back here by Melissa, considering their last conversation on her way out of the cells. “Well, yeah,” she nodded without hesitation, still trying to work through it herself. Just like all the other claims that had ended with her back in a cage, it didn’t make all that much sense. “He’s gone, though.”
“You mean he’s left the island for good?” she wondered. Melissa felt a little better about the auction results now, after seeing this woman back here so soon. She knew that if she’d been claimed and abandoned so quickly by the master it would’ve been a terrible disappointment, so she was glad the wolf had been though it in her stead. Though a part of her definitely enjoyed seeing the wolf dumped like this, she couldn’t help feeling a little bad for her, too. “Well... you haven’t exactly missed much down here, anyway....” she noted dryly.
“Then you’re pretty entitled after all, huh?” To be fair, Georgia would’ve thought someone would’ve taken up the obedient slave given how much the residents all liked to complain about mouthiness. She should’ve been sought after and fought over. She should’ve had plenty of bids. But to the werewolf, Melissa was boring. There was a fine line between behaved and bland, and the witch had crossed it. She was too compliant to a fault, a bit like Tia, and even expected the island to work in her favor this way. “I said a personality, I’d fucking hope there’s more than one,” she snorted at the retort. “Sounds like you’re not very smart, either; could do with a brain, too.”
“I don’t think it’s fair to call me entitled for expecting things to work out the way I’ve been told they would” she responded indignantly, fed up with the woman’s snide remarks, which were the last thing she wanted to hear right now. “I already have a personality. It’s just not an abrasive one” she retorted. “And I’m smart enough to know when to keep my mouth shut.”
Shit, that was one way to put it. But rather than consider the question honestly and ponder why she was such a raging bitch to everyone, Melissa in particular, she carried on as usual. “You’re whiny and don’t have a backbone, to start. If you’d rather I wasn’t mean to you, you probably won’t want to hear me go on about what else I don’t like about you.”
Melissa frowned at the woman’s description, which she didn’t think was entirely fair, although she couldn’t really argue with it either. But even if the wolf did dislike her that much, her mean attitude was hardly necessary. “If I did something to offend you, I’m sorry...” she replied, trying to placate the woman. “I just think there’s enough unkindness in this place as it is... so... umm... us slaves shouldn’t be acting that way towards each other...”
Oddly enough Kade hadn’t spoken to the girl much. She seemed quiet and a bit shy, but seemed sweet nonetheless. With her quiet and submissive demeanor he was surprised she hadn’t been bought by someone. “No one should know how any of this feels,” he offered quietly. “It’s unfair. I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with it.”Â
“I just wish I could be claimed by someone who really cared for me...” she stated. She’d hoped for that for so long now, but the unlikelihood of it ever happening was beginning to become all too clear to her now, impossible to ignore no matter how much she wished otherwise. “But... we’re just toys to them, aren’t we?” she lamented, staring down at the floor miserably.Â
She glanced down at her food for a moment before bringing her gaze back to the girl. “I… Suppose it could be worse. For a moment there I was a little worried you’d tell me something like they fed us meal substitutes or something even more disgusting.”
“I guess I’ve gotten used to the food down here by now...” she shrugged. “When I was rented I got to eat proper meals again... which was really nice... but nobody’s taken me out for a while now. I’ve almost forgotten what real food tastes like...”
Kade’s face softened. “Yeah,” he said shortly. “I was.” His fingers absently touched his neck where a permanent collar used to be. He quickly put his hand back down at his side and glanced back at the other slave. “She left.”
“I’m sorry to hear that...” Melissa replied sadly. She remembered all too well the pain of being left here by her master, and even if this slave wasn’t so attached to his as she had been, he would surely be feeling similarly dejected and betrayed. “My Master... he... umm... abandoned me, too...” she admitted. “I know how it feels...”
“I’ve eaten this crap for almost two months now and I still couldn’t tell you what exactly it is.“
“I think that depends on whatever leftovers the masters have going from their meals....”
Kade looked up tiredly through the bars at the face staring at him. After a moment of shared silence between the two of them, the slave finally spoke up. “What do you want?”
Melissa cast a curious gaze at the slave. She was sure that she recognized him as one of the slaves that had been claimed, only now for whatever reason he was back in a cell. She was taken by surprise when he addressed her bluntly. “O-Oh, nothing” she replied, looking away quickly. “I was just... umm... wondering... you were claimed, weren’t you?” she asked hesitantly.
“It’s not supposed to be,” Lee said brusquely. She was a little annoyed. Melissa was possibly the only slave who would complain about hurt feelings. Maybe it would be a good idea to toughen her up a little. But Lee knew she wouldn’t be able to do it. She couldn’t be truly cruel to Melissa. She could be blunt and she could discipline her, but that was as far as it went.Â
“No, it makes you sound slow and you’re actually smarter than that,” she answered honestly. It was the truth.Â
Melissa nodded, the blonde’s curt manner suggesting it was wise to say no more on this matter. Of course she knew that what she wanted didn’t matter in this place at all, and complaining about it wouldn’t do any good.
“Oh, I see...” She hadn’t really thought of it like that before, but she could certainly imagine how it might give off that impression to others. “I’m not sure that the masters would want me to sound too smart, though...” she mused.
“Can’t even say that was the shortest one. Hm.”
“What happened? Why are you back in here?” Melissa wondered, surprised to see that the wolf who’d been claimed instead of her in the auction was now in a cell again. “Have you been misbehaving?”Â
