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Zoey stayed down on the floor. Her lip and cheek bleeding. She watched and listened to them argue. That explains why I couldn't touch his chest.. haha so I was right, he is a cold heartless bastard! She gasped as she heard more and more. She was beginning to dislike his father by the seconds. He was an abusive monster.. She gasped when Peyton was thrown to the other side of the room but watched in shock as he seemed to move quickly and in seconds had a knife to his fathers throat. This explained so much about him. She would move more carefully now. She had to be. She slowly stood up and backed up a little bit. She heard them both panting like daring each other. She heard his apology but didn't think she would receive one. She didn't deserve one. She was a slave, she was just his property that he just finished claiming. She didn't deserve anything..
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"You want me to apologize to a slave?" his father's eyes were wide in shock. "Did I stutter? Apologize to the lady father." Peyton's eyes were cold and dangerous as he looked down at the man whom he calls father. "She is no lady, and never will be. She's a slave son. A damn slave and will never be more. She doesn't deserve a glance from me yet alone an apology. She's a woman, and a worthless one at that. Now pull your head out of your ass and realize that. Stop caring about her. She'll just hurt you like your mother did!" his father grabbed Peytons hand that held the knife, pressing the cold metal harder against his skin, "I'd die before I apologized to her." Peyton battled with his feelings, his body trembling as his view became blurry, tears threatening to spill. But he wouldn't give his father that pleasure. "She doesn't need an apology from you. It'd be an insult to her. You dishonour yourself father. You're no man. True men treat women with respect, especially his own wife. You drive everyone around you away you miserable old dickhead. You're worse than the very floor she walks upon. Any contact you make to her would be an insult, you don't deserve even a polite smile from her. You make me sick." he growled at him. |
Zoey just watched with wide eyes. Every moment becoming more and more uncomfortable. This was all her fault. She was a stupid slave, worthless who didn't deserve anything. Now someone might be dying. She looked at the men, her eyes with a few tears down her cheeks. She didn't know if it was from what he said to her or what he said to his father. The entire conversation was becoming emotional. She shivered and continued to look, fear on her face. When the man pressed the knife further she let out a gasp and put her hands to her mouth. She cringed at the words they both spoke to each other. It was now obvious that they had no love for each other. Her body shook as she watched the fight, one daring another to make the wrong move.
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Peytons father roared furiously, yanking the knife from his son's grip, slicing Peytons palm as he did so. Throwing the knife out of their reach, he tucked his knees between Peyton and him, bucking him off. Peyton flew through the air, landing on the floor, his head hitting it with a sickening crack. He cried out in pain, doubling in on himself and grabbing the back of his head, the blood from his palm staining his dark black hair. His father stood over him, "I wish your mother would've finished what she started and just killed you. I would've taken her over you anyday, you ungrateful brat." he spit on Peyton, getting him on the side of his head, "You'll pay for disobeying me like this..." he glared at Zoey, "And you'll be the one to take the heat next time." with that he stormed out of the room, the front door slamming behind him as he left the house. |
Zoey held her breath as they moved. She flinched and gasped as Peyton was sliced. She watched in horror as he flew across the room. "Peyton!" she screamed. She watched his father smirk and spit on him and then he looked at her. She stayed perfectly still and gulped. She didn't say anything as he walked away. As soon as the door slammed she jumped up and ran to Peyton. "Oh my god.. oh my god..." she put her hand on his head and his blood instantly covered her hand. She then looked at him and kissed his cheek. "it will be okay.. its okay" she repeated mainly to herself. Her entire body was shaking in fear and shock of what happen. She wouldn't cry. She then got an idea. "take this collar off of me.. I can heal you.. I promise you I can help.. please let me try.." She held a bunch of napkins to his hand trying to stop the bleeding.
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"No," Peyton groaned, his brows furrowing, "I can't take it off. It's what binds you to me." if he took it off he had no control over her, no way to mark her as his to others. He'd be breaking one of the biggest rules of slavery if he took off that collar. He rolled onto his stomach slowly and weakly raising to his hands and knees, his muslces screaming in protest, but when he tried to get his feet underneath him, to stand, they gave way, his body tumbling clumsily back to the floor. He just had to make it to the medical room. His hands clawed at the floor, dragging his body with them. Was his rolling on the floor or is the world spinning? And since when did he have four hands? His face contorted in pain and confusion. |
Zoey looked at him "look.. I promise I won't run.. you can put it back on as soon as I am done healing you.. I promise.. please.. you will never make it.. your head is bleeding too much. I can't heal you without the collar off." She looked into his eyes begging him. She knew it was asking a lot especially since she has tried to run so much already. "after what just happen to you for standing up for me.. why would I run now? Just take it off for a minute and you can put it back.. please let me help you." She then took an approach she never thought she would take. "Do you really want to let that horrible man win? You crawling on the floor like a baby? Let me heal you Peyton..."
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Her last words really got to him, making him freeze, his efforts ceasing immediately. He didn't want his father to win....that'd be giving him what he wants...Somebody needs to push him off his high horse, and who else besides Peyton would do that. Peyton frowned, pulling a small key out of a hidden pocket inside his left butt pocket. His shaking hand reached up, missing her neck, getting a hallucination one he'd apparently been seeing but wasn't there. Finally finding his neck, the key slid into a small slit in the front of it, the collar making a small clicking sound and a few electronic beeps before unhooking, the needle that held it in place on her neck sliding out from her skin. |
Zoey knew she had won. She hit him where it hurt. Now she could help him. She winced as the needle come out of her neck. It stung and her hand flew to the back of her neck. She suddenly gasped as she felt a huge flow of energy to her body. She felt like she could run a marathon or take on a thousand men. Her body shook and she took a deep breath. Her felt so much better now. She took his hand gently and just held her finger over the cut. It healed in a matter of seconds. She knew the next one was harder. She held his head as the blood coated her fingers. She shut her eyes and took another deep breath. A light blue light shot up from the sky (not breaking the roof) and flowed into her hands into his head. Her hand shook but she held it there. She had to heal him. Owww, this is deep She let out a small moan of pain as she was able to feel his pain for a few moments. This one took a little longer. With a shaky hand she moved her other hand to his forehead. He entire body shaking with the effort. The bastard cut him deep. The blue light faded as he was healed completely as she collapsed next to him shaking. His blood all over her outfit and hands.
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As she healed him he could feel a warm heat envelope his body, the pain lessening with each wave of energy. Her whole body had shook with effort and at one point she even looked like she was in pain, her face scrunching, her breath quickening, and she let out a cry. It seemed painful....but she still did it for him. And for that he was grateful. He felt better than ever now though, his body rejuvenated, as if he'd slept for days, energy full. She lay next to him, covered in....was all that blood seriously from him? He shuddered; the pain had been so excruciating. But he didn't show her that, he'd been strong. But she knew how to make him tick...how to make him say yes. Sitting up, he pulled her into his arms, lifting her with him as he stood. He'd clean her, soothe her muscles with the hot water, do what little healing he could for. Carrying her as if he hadn't even been injured only seconds ago, he made his way out the dining room, up the right set of stairs, down the hall, through the bedroom, and into the bathroom, carrying her bridal style. Cradling her to his chest, kissing the top of her head softly, he then settled her into one of the benches by the hot-tub sized bath-tub and clicked a button, hot water spurting from multiple faucets. |
Zoey looked up at him. Her eyes blurry and unfocused. What was happening? He was okay? She made it. Her body shook from the fear as she was suddenly grabbed again. She relaxed as she realized it was him. Her body still shook. She had no control over that. She was weak, his wound was very very deep. She was so glad that she was able to help him. Her head spun when they went upstairs. "woah.." she whispered as she shut her eyes tight. So many stairs to climb. She blushed as they went back into the bedroom and into the bathroom. She looked up at him and closed her eyes when he kissed her head. When he put her down she had to put a hand out to steady herself. She then caught a look in the mirror. She looked awful. She was seating, her hair was a mess. She was covered in a red substance-his blood. Her body shook again as she looked around, the water turning on making her jump. She was a totally different person then she was a few hours ago. The confrontation with his father really stuck with her. She was useless and worthless. A tear fell down her face. She didn't care if he saw her crying now. Her hands trembled as she tried to stay still.
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Peyton grabbed a washcloth from underneath the sink, holding it underneath one of the faucets and making his way to her. She was shaking, a tear rolling down her cheek...she should've been given to a master...no woman deserves this. He reached up with his free hand and gently wiped away her tear. Then, he grabbed the bottom of the dress, pulling it and lifting it off over her head. He fought himself to keep from touching the skin he revealed. Even after all that she could still excite him without even trying....using the washcloth, he cleaned off the blood, the cloth wiping down her arms, her neck, across her face, smoothing the blood out of her hair, and then her legs, avoiding from going too high because he knew if he went too far up those delicate thighs, he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep himself from teasing the fine hair at the apex of her thighs. He dropped the cloth to the floor beside them, yanking his clothes off quickly before picking her up again, cradling her to his chest lovingly as he stepped into the tub, lowering them into the hot water. He almost moaned as his muscles untensed in response. |
Zoey watched him move and it was amazed seeing his moments ago bleeding to death and now lifting her practically running up the stairs. She flinched when he lifted off her shirt. She couldn't even lift her arms. She blushed as she couldn't avoid his gaze. The blood had dried on her skin so it hurt a bit when he washed it off. She let out a shiver when he was cleaning her legs. She shut her eyes as her body shook more. She promised herself it would be okay, in all reality, she had no idea what was going to happen. She closed her eyes as he took off his clothes. Now they were even. They could both see all the scars, and if at all possible it looked like she had more scars then he did. Being held against his chest made her feel so safe. After everything that happened, when he held her, the shaking stopped. The energy slowly trying to come back into her body. When the hot water hit them she shut her eyes trying to relax into his. Her body shaking now as if she had a fever. She tried to relax and focus on his arms holding her. 'She is no lady, and never will be. She's a slave son. A damn slave and will never be more. She doesn't deserve a glance from me yet alone an apology. She's a woman, and a worthless one at that. ' His words echoed in her mind making her shake again.
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Peyton sighed quietly, still holding her tight against him, he ran a hand comfortingly through her hair, resting her head on his chest, moving with the rise and fall of his breathing. His hand stroked down the back of her neck, his lips pressing softly against the small injection site from the needle. Her skin was decorated with scars; ones that look just like his, but she had way more. His throat clenched in anger and sadness his fingers brushing over each and every one he could see. He wished he could go back in time, stop them from happening, and punish the men who did this. He wished he could take away her pain, "Please.....I'm sorry," his voice came out a choked and pained whisper. |
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Zoey sat with her back to his chest. Her shaking slowed but didn't stop. He was really amazing. He protected her against his own father and she treated him like dirt before hand. She would be a good slave and do whatever he wanted. She shivered as he kissed the back of her neck, the memory of the collar being put on for the first time hit her. The wrapped it around her neck and slowly forced it in making sure it hurt. She closed her eyes and sighed. As he touched her back, she could feel the scars, ever one of them. She let out a few whimpers. She just wished the memories would fade, but sadly her memories never die. She whimpered again curling up in his arms as if he was her life line. She had no energy, she was shaky, like she had the chills. She then heard him speak. "please what" she said barely above a whisper. |
"Please don't be sad," his voice cracked at the last word and he cupped her face in his hand, tilting her head up and to the side, tilting his down and to the side, their lips brushing against each other's softly, "I want you to be happy...you're the only woman i've felt so protective over...the only woman i felt I need....I don't want to lose that fiesty woman I fell for....I know you're damaged...we both are. But please...let me in. Let me help you. Let us help each other...you deserve to be happy. Those things my father said aren't true...you're so much more than that. Better than what I said about you to him. Even through all the torture you've been through you still stay strong....I love you too much," he was looking into her eyes, hopeful she'd understand. He didn't know when exactly he began to fall for her....he just knew that he has fallen hard...he'd die without her... |
Zoey was still shaky as he turned her head. She shivered and let out a whimper as their lips touched. She let the tears fall as he spoke. "I haven't been happy in so long, what is happy? If happy is comfortable.. then I feel it with you for sure. If happy is security, I feel it with you.. I don't know that last time I was truly happy..." She turned and kissed his cheek "maybe with you, we both can be truly happy again." She paused and put her head back on his shoulder. "It is so hard for me to open up, especially about my past.. no one knows anything about my past." She shuddered again as the memories snuck up on her. She clutched at his arm gently trying to push them away. He just said he loved her. No one has ever said that to her. Her body shook again as her previous masters flashes came in her mind. 'you think someone could ever love you (whip hitting her back) How could anyone love a freak like you (whip again) your worthless (whip) piece (whip) of crap and no one would ever love you(whips)' Tears fell down her face as she clutched his arm again. "make them stop.. please...make the memories stop" she whimpered softly.
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Peyton's throat clenched as she spoke....she isn't happy. She could lie to herself all she wanted but she'd never fool him. He could see through the guard she kept clouding over her eyes. The only time it seemed she'd forgotten everything was when they were making love, but at that point she couldn't think of anything, she was too wrapped up in him. He couldn't believe that it was both of their's first time. She was grabbing his arm desperately now, begging him for help. But he didn't know what to do...how to help...he felt helpless for the second time in his life...so he did all he could think of, pulled her close to him, his head resting on hers, afraid to let her go for fear of losing her, and began to cry with her. His tears, however, were quiet ones she hopefully wouldn't notice, the only evidence the prisms of liquid falling from his eyes. How is he supposed to help her? He just wants her to happy...to have no worries anymore.... |
Zoey was being pulled under by her memories. It was like she couldn't even see the bath tub any more. She was then pulled closer to him and his head on top of hers. It was like he was chasing away the memories. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. She felt a tear hit her face, it wasn't hers. She was used to crying silently sometimes too, she knew the signs. He was crying with her. He wanted to help her. She tilted her head and kissed his chin. She was afraid of making his head fall. Her energy was slowly starting to come back. There was a bright white light slowly start to enter her body. Then the light turned blue, a beautiful light blue. Then the light faded altogether and disappeared. Her energy was almost back now. She felt a little better in that area. Her body shook from the power surge but relaxed. She blinked a few times so the tears wouldn't be as bad and she turned to him and whispered "I am sorry..."
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Peyton shook his head, "Don't be sorry. You have nothing to apologize for," his voice shook as he grabbed her chin gently, tilting their heads and moving his torso to the side so their torsos were almost facing eachother, his lips brushed against hers befor pressing together, there lips fitting perfectly together like a jigsaw puzzle. One of his hands weaved through her hair, the other cupping her face. He wanted her to forget...just like he wants to. His tongue slid into her mouth, stoking oer own slowly and lovingly. He'd never felt about any woman like this before, not even his own mother. He'd give up anything for her, including the collar that marked her a slave. He'd turn her into a real woman. |
Zoey looked over at him and shivered as their bodies let go. Now they were facing each other, she let out a small whimper as they kissed. Her tongue moving to massage him slowly. She let go and sucked on his tongue gently. She was faintly aware of their tears slowly stopping. Her energy was almost all the way back. She moved her hands in his hair gently. She loved this feeling of just being close with him. She shut her eyes tight as the voices in her head came back 'your nothing, your worthless, nothing but a meaningless slave' She sucked on his tongue again and moved her hand in his hair.
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Peyton moaned, not being to help but imagine her mouth somewhere else, sucking a much bigger body part. He ran his hand through her hair, massaging her before pulling his mouth away, his forehead pressing against hers, their lips so close they brushed against eachother as he spoke, "You're beautiful Zoey," with that he was back on her mouth, ravishing her greedily. |
Zoey shivered as he moaned. Her head spinning with now different images. She closed her eyes as he pulled away. She looked at him and blushed. She wasn't beautiful, at the moment there was still some blood on her body. How could she be beautiful. She was anything but beautiful. She pushed those thoughts aside and whispered "thank you" before kissing him again. She sucked on his lower lip some more and licked it smiling softly.
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Oh god...how is it he's so lucky as to end up with such a fiesty girl like her? He smiled back at her devishly, begging silently with his body for more. She sucked on his lips and his cock twitched pleadingly, aching for her again. God, the things this woman does to him...and she didn't even know it either....She was right when she told his father about what she could do to him...but a hundred times better. His hand trailed down her cheek, neck, between her breasts, down her stomach, over the inside of her thigh, grabbing her leg from under her knee and twisting her body until she straddled him. They shouldn't be doing this right now...but he might die if they don't... |
Zoey kissed him and sucked his tongue letting out a small moan while doing so. She responded eagerly. Her tongue stroked his, exploring his mouth, and it felt so good to kiss him that her head whirled. Totally of their own accord, her hands slid down his slippery back and dug into his hips, pulling him against her a little harder. She shivered as his hand moved down her body. She pulled im in for a desperate kiss claiming his mouth eagerly, sucking and stroking his lower lip.
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