5 comments/ 27283 views/ 14 favorites Morgan's Nightmare Ch. 01 By: ChinaDolly I'm very sorry that this isn't very long, but I am more putting this out there so that people can review it for me and tell me if I should continue or not. This is entirely a work of fiction. The characters are all a product of my own thoughts and are not real people. This story is in a category unto itself. If it was put into a certain category that may not suit the entire thing, it is simply due to the limit's of the description we can place these types of stories under. Please review it people! I toyed with the idea of going to find another war where I could at least feel alive. I was so numb that it took terror to make me feel anything. Bess Jones * "Morgan, can you stop playing around please and finish cleaning up! We all would like to get to bed sometime tonight!" The old woman yelled across the kitchen towards the doorway were Morgan was playing with two of the little children of one of the other servants. "I'm coming mum!" She shouted as she straightened herself and her skirts. The two children looked up at her with disappointed little scowls and Morgan laughed. "Oh don't you look at me like that!" She scolded, "it's getting dark. Go home and go to bed." and the two little ones were off. Morgan made her way back to Marietta and looked up at the woman. "Can you go and feed the the chickens darling? Sierrah forgot to this morning." Marietta asked softly, staring down at the small 5'2 girl in front of her. Morgan giggled, and moved quickly to grab the feed bag. Anything was worth it to get out of having to scrub the tables down once more that night. She made her way down the path from the servants entrance of the manor towards the chickens and called to them as she neared. "Come and eat!" She said, as she filled the trough for them. She stood for a few moments watching them, and was just about to return to the kitchens when a small sound from behind her made her turn quickly. Him. "Lord Alastor..." She breathed and dropped to her knees quickly. He had been watching her, though for how long, it was not clear. He leaned against the wood fence around the chicken coup with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. "I'm very curious what your reason is going to be for being out after curfew, Morgan." He stated simply, flicking the ash of his cigarette carelessly. "I'm also very curious why it took you so long to get on your knees when you saw me. You may answer." He said slowly. Morgan felt the tears beginning to pool in the corners of her eyes, he wasn't even going to give her a chance... "Master...I mean Lord..." She began to stumble over the words. "No, no Morgan...say Master." He ordered softly. Morgan kept her eyes on the black of his shirt, not daring to look into his. He wasn't her Master, and he knew that. She had pointed it out once before, only to be reminded, rather violently...that someday, he would be. "Master...I...I uhm...I just..." Morgan knew she could not give him the real reason she had come out here. She would never get Marietta in trouble, she was too old to be beaten. "I just...forgot to feed the chickens today...so I wanted to come and feed them before bed...Master..." Morgan winced at the cruel chuckle that danced around her when the explanation left her lips. "Forgetful little Morgan..." Alastor growled, and Morgan's stomach turned violently as his hands reached down and began undoing the buckle of his belt slowly. She let her eyes drift up to his. "You aren't allowed to beat me..." She yearned to say, as though it would stop him somehow, but his eyes seemed as though they were daring her to do just that. "Come here to me Morgan...I'm going to make sure that you are in much too much pain to sleep tonight..." Alastor snapped, wrapping the end of his belt around his fist. AnaB1987: Are you sure you want to come back? Things are getting rough here...it's not the same as when you left. Morgan: I know how rough it's been...Aaron got a hold of me a while ago and told me... AnaB1987: So why come back then? You ran away Morgan...They are not going to just...let you walk into the house like you never left. Lord Zachary has a new girl...and I'm not sure anyone will take you after running away...pigs as they are... Morgan: I know someone who will take me. AnaB1987: Don't even think about that...He will break you Morgan, and then laugh in your face.... AnaB1987: It's not that I do not want you to come back...I miss you...it's just...I don't understand.... Morgan: You don't understand what Ana? AnaB1987: I don't understand how it is that we all would give our lives for the chance you have right now...and you chose to come back to this nightmare...are you mad? Morgan: Perhaps... AnaB1987: ...When will you be coming? Morgan: Tomorrow night... AnaB1987: This place has changed for the worst since you left Morgan...I hope your ready...I have to go now though...someone is coming... Morgan: See you soon... Morgan dropped her head back against the hard brick wall and pulled her legs against her chest. There would be no shelter from the rain this night, she knew that as she dropped her head against her knees and remembered the conversation she had had with her younger sister earlier that day. In reality, she was only about twenty miles away from the manor now, but after being gone for almost a year...after putting so much of herself into leaving, and knowing that she now was going back...it kept her at bay. "One more night of freedom." She thought to herself as rain poured down upon her. She ran her hand through her short, black pixie cut...the thing which had been her first order of business when she had left. Lord Zachary had always preferred her hair to be grown long and worn down all the time. This had presented a particular annoyance when she had been working outside during the day and still required to keep it in her face. He was a thing of the past now, and Morgan knew that. She pulled the hood of her black hoodie a bit more over her face and pulled a cigarette from the pack in her pocket it and lit it as close to her face as possible to avoid it being put out by the rain once more. This was the last night she would be able to do this as well. Slaves were not allowed these simple pleasures at Frostwilt Manor, as they were not allowed to wear the tight black hip hugger jeans, and black and red lacy corset shirt that she wore under her hoodie. She wished that she could have told Ana why she was really going back to the hell hole. She thought this as she took a long drag off of the cigarette, but if she knew anything about Lord Alastor, it was that he had already made it his business to know everything about her, and about everyone she knew. Even as they had been chatting, Morgan had a feeling that Alastor might already know. Besides the fact that it was expressly forbidden for any of the slaves to be anywhere near the computers. More bribery material for her to be a good girl and make him look like a hero when she returned she supposed...but the fact of the matter was...was that he had Aaron. When Alastor had contacted her a few weeks before, she had been forced to listen through their conversation to the beating her older brother was receiving for sneaking to send her a letter. "You will come back now Morgan, you are the only one who has ever runaway from this Manor...so you must make an example of yourself and return." His voice...Morgan felt her stomach churn with fear as it danced in her head. "If you be a good girl, and agree to do as I say...I will not touch your brother again." Alastor's voice was smooth and icy as it traveled through her, tightening it's grip around her throat. "Okay..." Morgan had whispered into the phone, collapsing back against the wall of a building behind her. "You will respond properly Morgan...or your brother's punishment will continue regardless." Alastor snapped into the phone. "Yes Master Alastor..." Mother fucker. The man had made a point when she was growing up at Frostwilt to make her life a living hell at every turn he had been allowed. The year she had turned eighteen, rumor had spread that he had paid a large sum of money to Lord Zachary to purchase her from him on the eve of her nineteenth birthday. At that point, she was simply a servant girl, untouched as was law at the manor, until she came of age, which at Frostwilt, was 19. "Pig." Morgan thought to herself. Morgan pulled herself from her thoughts and stared at the lights of the limo making it's way down the road. Her heart twisted when she recognized it, and she staggered to her feet, pressing herself back against the brick wall. It pulled up slowly to the curb, parking in front of her and remaining still there for a few moments. "Run Morgan..." She warned herself as the door opened, but as He stepped from the limo, she was frozen in her place, staring into a pair of icy blue, angry eyes. He had not changed at all...he still wore the same type of tight black t-shirt, slightly baggy black jeans and leather, steel toe cowboy boots. His face still so pale that it almost looked like it was glowing, and his hair..neat and messy at the same time...and jet black. The man could not have been older then 30 at most. Neither of them said anything for a few seconds...here he was, standing in front of her. The thing that had created every one of her nightmares since the first day she had had the misfortune of "meeting" him. "Happy Birthday, Morgan." His jaw was set as he spoke these words and stepped towards her slowly. He was like some kind of lion, stalking it's prey. "No...no....one more night...please! Just one more night..." She began to beg as he stepped closer to her, and her stomach turned at the sound of his low, growling laugh. "I don't think so Morgan, you've had enough fun for the past year I think." Alastor was near her in what seemed to have been a heart beat. His hand shot out and wrapped painfully around the back of her neck, and simply smiling when it elicited a pained whimper from Morgan. "This isn't supposed to be happening this way..." Morgan thought to herself as she began to panic. In the blink of an eye, he had the upper hand, finally. "Now Morgan, you are going to be a good girl and get in the car without making another noise, is that understood?" She felt his breath on the shell of her ear as he whispered this to her, but it didn't register with her...she did not want to go anywhere near that limo. "Master Alastor..." She whimpered as his fingers tightened around the back of her neck. He sighed a deep resigned sigh and shoved her hard back towards the limo. "Someone needs to learn her manners all over again doesn't she? I did not ask you to speak...did I?" On the last two words, he shoved her again, sending her to her knees on the hard sidewalk. "No Master..." Morgan said through the sobs threatening to break free from her. His foot flew and hit her hard in the stomach. Morgan yelped and crawled quickly towards the car, and away from him, but he kept coming. "Up! Little bitch, get up!" He snapped, grabbing a handful of hair on the top of her head and yanking the tiny girl to her feet. Alastor walked quickly to the car, nearly lifting her off of her feet several times on the way there, before finally shoving her onto the floor of the limo, climbing in himself and slamming the door shut. Morgan's Nightmare Ch. 02 I hope you guys are liking this so far! Please let me know and leave comments! I see a lot of you vote on these but you never leave comments! They inspire me so please don't hesitate! There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them. ~Andre Gide Morgan held her breath as he stepped into the limo and slammed the door shut. She didn't move from the floor of the limo, simply set her back against the door, curling one leg against her stomach, and leaving the other straight out. She hadn't meant to make herself look so fragile...but having him there...in the flesh...it threw her off guard more than she had been counting on. He was slightly out of breath as he sat there and pounded on the roof of the limo for the car to get going, but he sneered as he cracked the window open slightly and pulled out a cigarette. "I think...when we get back to the Manor tonight Morgan, we're going to spend the night working on your manners." he said, taking a long drag off of his cigarette as he stared down at her. "You never would have fought me like a year ago, you've turned into a feisty little bitch, haven't you?" The question, she knew, was rhetorical and not meant to be answered. She simply glared back at him, and reached behind her to lower her own window slightly and pull out another cigarette. "Brave little Morgan..." He nearly groaned, as he sat back in his seat. He kept his eyes glued to her as she lit her cigarette and took her own drag off it. Thankful for it's magical ability to calm her nerves slightly. "You have permission to speak until I say otherwise." He said softly, as he gazed at her with hungry eyes. Morgan smirked slightly, ignoring the ever growing pain in her side where he had kicked her. "Oh good...fuck you." She snapped, dropping her hoodie off of her head. Alastor's responding laughter surprised her. "Oh my god!" He laughed, tossing his half smoked cigarette out the window. "You have no idea how hard I am going to beat you tonight for that Morgan...and tomorrow perhaps..." Morgan's stomach churned as she dropped her own cigarette out the window and rolled it up. She pulled both of her legs up to her chest and dropped her head on her arms, attempting to ignore him. Morgan felt him behind her as she slowly set down the logs for the kitchen fire on the barn floor. She turned slowly to face him and dropped to her knees. He stood against the frame of the barn door, and with a face holding no emotion except an angry sort of sternness, he moved into the barn and slammed closed both of the large doors. She didn't dare look up as his footsteps began to make their way around her. "Please...Master Alastor...I've done nothing wrong..." Morgan begged, nearly sobbing as his steel toe boots came into focus in front of her. "Morgan, do not begin this punishment with lying to me." He said in a soft, deceptively caring tone as he began to move around her again. "What where you supposed to do this morning Morgan?" Alastor asked, and Morgan felt herself grow cold as she felt him undoing the back of her dress. She racked her brain for what could have possibly upset him, and she could not think of anything until... "The wood for your fire..." She choked after a moment. She could not hold back the sobs anymore when his fingers grazed across the pale, creamy, untouched flesh of her back. "Ah yes, the wood for my fire...it was not there this morning Morgan, so guess who had to go and get it?" He asked, kneeling down and stroking a hand through her hair. "Y...you did...Master Alastor..." She whimpered, yelping when his strong hand grabbed her jaw and jerked her face to look up into his angry, merciless eyes. "Very good Morgan...I did...so here is what is going to happen. I am going to punish you rather severely now...and possibly a bit unfairly. What are you going to do, Morgan?" His fingers dug painfully into her jaw as he spoke, and at the feeling of his belt trailing down her spine, she burst into tears. "I will stay quiet Master...and when you are done beating me, I will kiss your boots and thank you. I will not tell anyone." She recited for what must have been the hundredth time that week. Alastor gazed into her face and bent to kiss her gently on the mouth. "No you will not, will you Morgan? In a few weeks...your going to be mine...and I am going to make everyday you breath terrifying and painful for you...Do you know why that is, little one?" He moved his face to kiss her ear softly. "B...because you can...Master." She whimpered, making a small attempt to pull away from him. It did not go unnoticed. The gentleness of the moment before passed quickly as the back of his hand flew through the air and struck her hard. She tasted blood instantly and her jaw was back in his grip. "Oh, poor little slave, you must have fallen and cut your lip well you were working." He cooed, stroking her back with his belt again. "Yes...Yes Master..." She said through tears as he stood, wrapping the end of the belt around his fist. "Remember. Not a sound." He growled, and lifted his arm. "Morgan...Morgan!" His harsh, angry voice shoved itself through her thoughts, bringing her back to the present and the handsome nightmare sitting across from her. "One more chance Morgan...come here." He ordered, pinching the bridge of his nose annoyed. Morgan swallowed hard, and as if sensing her fear, he let his dark eyes drift slowly up her body to her eyes. Morgan crawled slowly to him, keeping her eyes locked with his the whole time as though it might prevent him from lashing out at her suddenly and causing her more pain. Alastor sneered and lounged back in the seat as he watched her. "You look very sexy this way...you know that?" He said huskily when she arrived at his feet. Morgan flinched hard when he bent suddenly, taking her under the arms and dragged her up to straddle his lap. She swallowed hard once more, watching him carefully. He had never looked at her this way before...at least, she didn't think he had. Morgan had always thought he thought of her as nothing more than a mere child. His cruel, strong hands began a gentle journey from her shoulders and down her arms. "Arms up." he ordered breathlessly and Morgan obeyed, lifting her arms quickly so that he could pull her hoodie over her head. He stared...his eyes moving from her eyes and traveling down her neck and her shoulders covered only by the net of her red and black corset shirt. They traveled over the swell of her breasts and down her tummy...a slow journey all the way down to her combat boots. "H...have I done something wrong..." She began to ask, but Alastor's hand shot up and wrapped it's fingers tight around Morgan's throat. She pursed her lips tightly and winced, bracing herself for the back of his hand to fly...but it didn't. "When was the last time you ate something?" He growled softly, pulling her face towards him so that they're eyes where level. Morgan tried to think quickly, but the last time was very unclear...she had been traveling for weeks, attempting to make it back to the Manor in time and had never really thought to steal anything other then cigarettes. "I...uhm...a few days...maybe...Master..." She said, her voice barely above a whisper and getting gradually softer when she saw new anger flame in his eyes. "You do not remember?" Alastor asked, his fingers beginning to tighten themselves as he watched her face intently. She was skinny, he thought, much more skinny then she used to be. Morgan had always been the shortest of the women, and the tiniest, but this was bordering on sick and he knew that. "N...no Master..." Morgan whimpered, lifting her head slightly, hoping it would convince him to loosen his grip slightly. He merely tightened his grip. There was no use continuing on this. He would not punish her until they arrived home and he could not go back in time and make her eat, Alastor reasoned. Instead, he focused now on her mouth. "Kiss me, Morgan." He ordered, his voice soft but stern as his hands, which had been sitting on her knees began to make a slow journey upwards. Morgan had been holding her breath, and she let it out in a sob of nervousness. She moved her eyes from his eyes to his lips. She had never paid very much attention to them before, they looked soft. How many other women had he told to kiss him? She pushed the thought from her head. It was not her business. "Hands behind your back." He whispered, when Morgan was a breath away from him. She obeyed without thinking about it, unconcerned when she felt him click a pair of metallic cuffs on her wrists when her lips connected tentatively with his. His hands massaged her calves as he lifted his chin to meet her nervous kiss. "I'm sorry...I suck...I've never..." Morgan whispered nervously. Alastor smiled slightly, lifting one of his hands to run his fingers through her short hair before pulling her into him. He searched her little mouth, prodding his tongue between her teeth and meeting hers in a sort of dance neither ever expected to work. Morgan moaned, feeling his cock pulse violently under her and ground herself against him slightly. She blushed when he groaned...a feral, sexy sound that she knew she had been responsible for causing. His hand was between her legs suddenly, rubbing lightly through the fabric of her jeans."Tell me...tell me your virginity is still mine...you didn't give it to anyone well you where..." Alastor spoke against her lips. A rough, possessive sound that sent chills up her spine. "No Master...it's yours to take." Morgan whimpered, when his mouth moved from hers and made it's way to her neck, nipping her gently. "I'm the only one who will ever take it...do you understand me? You are mine...no one else will touch you." He snarled, his voice holding a touch of savagery as his hand slipped around her throat once more. "Yes Master!" She cried as his fingers tightened. The churning fear returned to her stomach once more as Alastor's eyes returned to the calm, cold cruel shade that they always were. He stared into her eyes for a moment before letting his hand fly and strike against her face. "Your mine now Morgan..." He growled as Morgan clenched her teeth against the pain in her face and kept her eyes down on his stomach. "Yes Master Alastor." she spoke softly, her voice cracking slightly. "Get off of me." Alastor ordered, not moving to help her as she struggled to move off of his lap without the use of her hands. It was then that the familiar click of the Frostwilt gates opening that her heart made it's way to her throat. Alastor smiled as he watched her, knowing the fear and the realization that was building in her now. "Welcome home Morgan." He sneered, when the gates closed behind them. Morgan supposed that hell had many forms...and to most of the people at Frostwilt, this was not one of them. People came to Frostwilt from all over the world...the only ones who where allowed to leave at any given time where the Nobles and in some cases, the people who where born there. Most of the slaves and servants had no idea where Frostwilt actually was in the world, which was somewhere along a rather unexplored coast of Ireland. It was private property that stretched for about 90 miles or so and surround by large walls. No one could see in...and no one out. Morgan had been left there when she was three. Raised by Marietta, and somewhat sponsored by Lord Zachary when she was thirteen. She had gained Lord Alastor's attention around the time she turned seventeen...but he had never beat her until the night of her eighteenth birthday. Before that he would watch her, and yell at her often for little mistakes. When she had turned eighteen though, everything had changed. She could not do anything right in his eyes, and though by Frostwilt law he was not allowed to touch her, he would punish her at every turn. First maybe only once a month...which turned into a few times a month...which turned into once a week...and then a few times every week. No one knew..Some people suspected something was happening, but no one guessed that Lord Alastor was the source of her torment. He was never one to take on slaves for longer then a week or so, and only then because of the instant gratification they afforded. This could be easily sought from the whore house in town...He would not put much effort into punishing anyone. He had better things to do. For a long time after Morgan had run away, she had wondered what was wrong with herself...and why Lord Alastor hated her so much. She had never thought about it again until this night. "Come." He ordered when his door was opened. Morgan struggled nervously from the car, yelping when Alastor wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck and began dragging her to the large, brightly lit building in front of them. The building was one that she had never stepped foot into, the "State" building is what the nobles would call it. A meeting place where slaves were not allowed to go except for special situations. Despite Alastor's dragging, he held her close to his body. "Remember what I said Morgan. This is very important. You do not speak unless spoken to. Do everything I tell you to do quickly and exactly when I tell you to do it. Keep your eyes on the floor. Understood?" He whispered viciously into her ear. Morgan simply nodded, knowing the question was rhetorical and not meant to be answered out loud. Her stomach twisted as they came closer to the state building and the doors flew open. The people who waited there were a mix of older and younger men and glamorously dressed women both young and old. Their gazes set on her, some hungrily, some passively, and some just plain angry. Morgan whimpered a barely audible, "Master..." in some search of reassurance. Much to her appreciation, he gave the back of her neck a very gentle squeeze before they entered the large building. The inside was a great hall of sorts, blindingly white with gold banners and silks hanging everywhere. There where several tables with chairs lining the halls, but there was a large path in the middle of it all leading across the marble hall of the room to a large gold chair seated at the end of it. The old man that took his seat there was dressed in a simple black suit, and looked as though he had just been pulled out of bed to come and preside of what was about to go on. Alastor did not waste much time making it across the room as he strode confidently towards the old man. Morgan attempted to keep up with him as best she could, but stumbled a few times only to be caught and set right. He was much taller than she was, 5'11 to her 5'2. He shoved her to her knees suddenly and applied pressure to the back of her head telling her press her forehead to the marble. "My Lord William, this is the slave Morgan, the runaway from last year." Alastor explained, and continued explaining something to Lord William, but Morgan had tuned it out by that time. She was tired, and had not realized it until her eyes began to close well the two men where speaking. "Who owns her?" She heard Lord William questioning, and Alastor explain the deal himself and Lord Zachary made just before she had runaway. "Do you have a receipt of some sort to prove this?" Lord William asked tiredly, and it seemed as though Alastor produced one, because what the old man said next surprised her. "That is quite a large sum of money to pay for something so small...she looks so sickly...please make sure the first thing she does is eats something Lord Alastor. Punishment of any kind will not be well suited for tonight." The old man recommended. Alastor did not say anything as the old man stood and adjourned the meeting. "Come." He ordered softly, helping her to her feet and out one of the back doors of the State building. Alastor lived in one of the larger castle like houses at Frostwilt, located in the middle of town so it was a very quick walk. Morgan had often made meals for this house, but she had never before actually been to the upper levels beyond the kitchen. Slaves served their Master's dinner, servants merely made the meals. As Alastor made his way up the stairs of the house, dragging Morgan along with him the doors flew open quickly and all in the main hall went quiet. "Morgan..." She heard two voices say in unison. Aaron and Ana stood staring at her with horrified expressions on their faces as both of their eyes traveled up to her neck where Lord Alastor was tightly gripping her. His eyes glared back at them, and anger bite into him. "Have I been gone so long that the slaves of my own house forget their respect when a better enters the home?" He said in a soft dangerous voice, his eyes traveling slowly from the tiny, pale, freckled, mousy haired Ana to the tall blond haired, blued, handsome young man that was Aaron. Both seemed to break from their trances and fall to their knees, their foreheads touching the floor and their hands out in front of them. "Your Master will hear about this Ana...Aaron...I'll deal with you later." He growled, kicking Aaron hard as he made his way past the two of them. "Come Morgan..." Alastor dragged her up a three long flights of stairs, and began the journey down a rather long, dark hallway. "Keep your eyes on the floor, little bitch." He growled, shoving her to her knees at the end of the hall as he pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. He reached, pulling her to her feet once more, shoving her violently into the room and slamming the doors behind them. Morgan forced herself to her knees quickly, taking only slight notice of the large, grand bedroom. The fireplace was the only thing that offered any light or warmth in here. "I hope your ready Morgan." Alastor snarled and bent down in front of her, pulling her close and roughly unlocking the handcuffs that had bound her for more than two hours. Morgan felt tears begin to pool in her eyes, and her body began to shake violently as he took grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. "The difference this time...just in case you are wondering, my little slave, is that there is no one I have to worry about scolding me for leaving you a bloody mess at the foot of my bed tonight," He spoke softly against her ear, digging his fingertips into her jaw. "No one will be able to feel anything but pity for you tomorrow when they see the bruises you'll be covered with because you pissed...off...your Master!" He growled, shaking her violently with every pause. Morgan stared at the carpet with a blank, terrified gaze. He was right. Lord Zachary was not here to save her this time...and there where no specific laws governing how a Master or Mistress could punish their property. Her stomach churned and she felt as though all the blood in her body was draining from her. "I can do anything I want to you now, Morgan..." He whispered, kissing her throat. "What will you do when I'm finished with you tonight Morgan?" Alastor snarled, nipping her ear. "I...I will...kiss your boots and t...thank you Master..." Morgan spoke softly, beginning to shake violently as he chuckled. "If you are still conscious...why would I ever do such horrible things to you little one?" He whispered, and Morgan burst into tears at the sound of his belt loosening and being pulled through the loops. "Because you can, Master..." Don't worry! We're getting to the smutty stuff next! I had to get the basics out of the way first. Please let me know what you think! Morgan's Nightmare Ch. 03 Chapter 3. ((You guys have been so amazing with your comments! To the people posting and the people sending me emails, you all are really giving me motivation to continue going on this. Thank you for the compliments and the suggestions! Promise I will start making the chapters a bit longer for you! )) "Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain" William Faulkner He reached, pulling her to her feet once more, shoving her violently into the room and slamming the doors behind them. Morgan forced herself to her knees quickly, taking only slight notice of the large, grand bedroom. The fireplace was the only thing that offered any light or warmth in here. "I hope your ready Morgan." Alastor snarled and bent down in front of her, pulling her close and roughly unlocking the handcuffs that had bound her for more than two hours. Morgan felt tears begin to pool in her eyes, and her body began to shake violently as he grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. "The difference this time...just in case you are wondering, my little slave, is that there is no one I have to worry about scolding me for leaving you a bloody mess at the foot of my bed tonight," He spoke softly against her ear, digging his fingertips into her jaw. "No one will be able to feel anything but pity for you tomorrow when they see the bruises you'll be covered with because you pissed...off...your Master!" He growled, shaking her violently with every pause. Morgan stared at the carpet with a blank, terrified gaze. He was right. Lord Zachary was not here to save her this time...and there where no specific laws governing how a Master or Mistress could punish their property. Her stomach churned and she felt as though all the blood in her body was draining from her. "I can do anything I want to you now, Morgan..." He whispered, kissing her throat. "What will you do when I'm finished with you tonight Morgan?" Alastor snarled, nipping her ear. "I...I will...kiss your boots and t...thank you Master..." Morgan spoke softly, beginning to shake violently as he chuckled. "If you are still conscious...why would I ever do such horrible things to you little one?" He whispered, and Morgan burst into tears at the sound of his belt loosening and being pulled through the loops. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...Something cracked then... She could not be sure what it was, or why her small rebellion had taken so long, but well she was brave, Morgan was not willing to think too long on it. "Because you can...Master..." She breathed, the tears still trailing down her cheeks as she spoke, but no new ones followed at that moment. When she would think about it later, she would realize that it was the derisive little chuckle he let lose from his lips the moment she replied. That was the breaking point. Her bundled up little fist flew before her mind had a moment to think about how much bigger Alastor was then her. She had spent a year on the streets fending and defending for herself, and in that time she had learned to hit hard and properly. The contact from her fist merely sent his head to the side, but when his gaze slowly returned back to her and his hand reached up to touch his lip and see blood, he was on his feet in a moment. "That was a very stupid move, princess." He spat venomously and before she knew it, his fingers where wrapped painfully in her hair and she was barely able to keep her toes on the ground. "Take your clothes off. Now!" He hollered. Morgan flinched hard but quickly moved to remove her shirt. Alastor took it as it came over her head and threw it into the fire...he did the same thing when she pulled the rest of her clothes and shoes off. "Your underwear as well, Morgan." He snapped when she stared up at him. Her stomach churned...she didn't want to do this...he was going to take everything this night and this was the one last piece of protection she had against it....But it slide down her legs and was thrown into the fire with everything else. Alastor released her hair, but there was no time for rest. "Down, down, down! Knees goddammit!" He shouted as Morgan tried to quickly obey him. Morgan felt something sharp collide with her side as his boot came down hard. She yelped as the pain spread through her, but when the smack of the belt could be felt on her back, instinctively, she went quiet. "That's it, be quiet and take what you have coming." Alastor snarled. He was going to make her scream tonight, he decided. Her silence, though welcomed a year ago, seemed more like a challenge to him now. "Don't you ever...fucking runaway...from me...again!" Morgan bit into her lip hard, not bothering to let up when the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. "Disrespectful little bitch! God fucking help you if you ever embarrass me like that again!" As his angry yell filled the room, it was quickly drowned out by an uncountable number of blows that landed on her back. He had never screamed at her like this...and he had never beat her like this. She could not hold back her own scream when the belt came down on her for what seemed like the thousandth time. He was aiming everywhere, no matter how she tried to squirm from it, the singing fire in the blows was impossible to avoid. She had never cried, or begged him to stop before...but she did this time. "Please! Please! I'm sorry Master! I...ow!" She sobbed, trying to scramble away from him as the belt hit hard between her shoulder blades. His hand curled in her hair once more as he lifted her to her feet, laughing at Morgan's attempt to recoil and hide from him when he lifted the back of the hand that held that belt and let it fly viciously. "Look at that Morgan! Your Master can hit too...and much harder than you could ever hope to...just remember that next time you are feeling tough." He snarled, and threw her over the side of the bed. "No! Please, please, please! Master no!" Morgan groaned in a half dazed voice, dropping her hands in an attempt to hide her backside from the belt. "Don't you fucking beg me now. This is just the beginning, Morgan." Alastor's voice was calmer...but still filled with an anger she had never heard before. He lifted the belt and struck her hands hard, producing the desired effect when she screamed and moved them. The lashes began to land just under the swell of her ass. In that spot he knew she hated. Morgan dug her hands in the sheets and hide her face. She couldn't breath through the sobs now, and he simply kept going and going. Thirty-five...thirty-six...thiry-seven..." Her voice screamed in her head. And just when it felt like it would never end, when she couldn't possibly take another hit... "Knees." He ordered suddenly, and all Morgan could do was slide from the bed and struggle to her knees in front of him, pressing her forehead to the floor and placing her arms out in front of her. Alastor watched her for a few moments. She was beyond the point of trembling and she could not control her breathing. He simply smiled. "Tell your Master how sorry you are, Morgan." He ordered, softly. Morgan felt a rush of new tears and humiliation flow through her as her mouth attempted to form the words he wished to hear. "I....I....I'm sorry.....Master....Please...please...forgive me...I'll never...do it again...." She cried, and lifted her head to press her lips against his boot. Alastor sighed and bent down beside her, setting his fingers under her chin to make her stare up at him. "You think I'm cruel, I know that...but if I were, you would be in one of the other rooms tonight, strung up to the ceiling and I would be using my whip instead of my belt to punish you." His voice was stern as he gazed into her bright green eyes, but there was no threat now. "Are you going to do whatever it takes to make it up to me and prove that you aren't going to runaway again, Morgan?" He asked, stroking the side of her face with his thumb and smiling gently when she nodded. "Then here is what you are going to do...go and get on the bed..." He whispered. Morgan obeyed without question, shoving herself to her feet and clambering up onto the biggest bed she had ever been on. She remained on her hands and knees, letting her gaze move behind her slightly so that she could see Alastor watching her with his arms crossed across his chest. "Lay on your back Morgan." He ordered softly, uncrossing his arms to lift his shirt over his head as he watched her obey. Morgan winced with every movement as she lay down on her back. Pain shot through every limb, but when her eyes set on her Master...it was, at least for the moment, forgotten. His upper body seemed as though it had been perfectly sculpted as the firelight played against his muscles. She found Alastor's gaze and it held hers with a dangerously, hungry glint as his hands dropped to the button and zipper of his jeans. Morgan attempted to ignore the warm feeling between her legs, but as slipped his boots off...and then his jeans and socks...the task became a deal more difficult. Morgan could not help it as her eyes slipped from his and down his stomach...and then lower... She had never seen a man this way before, but when she saw it she knew he was rock hard...and possibly a bit too large to ever possibly fit inside her...but the possibility of trying was beginning to make her mouth water. "You like this, don't you Morgan?" Alastor said softly, running his hand over his length. Morgan tried to hide the fact that he was indeed right by squeezing her legs together against the feelings he was causing to stir in her, but a wicked smiled swept over his face as he closed the space between the bed and himself. "Keep your hands above your head." He ordered, climbing up onto the bed and straddling her shoulders. Morgan looked up at him uncertainly, and he smiled, setting his hand behind her head and lifting it closer to his cock. "Suck it Morgan...Get it nice and wet..." Alastor groaned, feeling her warmth breath so very close to him. The idea at first appalled her...but if it would keep him from beating her again...and get him to make more of those noises.... Morgan hid a small smile and lifted her small mouth to his length, dancing her tongue around the large, swollen, head before sucking it into her mouth. "Oh...fuck..." Were the words he managed to form from the throaty groan. He fisted his fingers in her hair and pushing her head in closer. "Take more of it Morgan...as much as you can...your pleasing your Master very much right now..." Alastor breathed. Morgan relaxed her throat as much as possible, as she had heard some of the women describe when she was younger and attempted to fit him all into her mouth. It did not work...but she got most of him in. "You'll get it...I'll teach you...you did very good for your first time...." Alastor sighed, pulling himself gently from her mouth and sliding down her body. "Now..." His eyes lifted to hers as he settled himself down between her legs, lifting his eyes to hers as he moved his hand to stroke her very lightly with his finger tips. "No one...has ever touched you here?" Alastor lifted a brow in question, but seemed satisfied it was truth when Morgan shook her head. "N...no Master." She swallowed hard as his fingers played slowly and expertly over her clit. "And no one ever will, save myself...will they Morgan?" Alastor asked, in a low growling warning when Morgan arched against his fingers. "N...no...Master..." Morgan whimpered, digging her hands into the pillows above her head. Alastor smiled. "Good girl...then I suppose, since your being such an agreeable girl, that I'll continue...would you like that?" He whispered, letting a fingertip slip discreetly inside of her and then out just as quickly. Morgan nodded quickly, but Alastor only laughed. "I am going to need more than that, Morgan...ask your Master nicely." She felt his lips graze the inside of her thigh and it sent her over the edge. "Master please...please..." Morgan whimpered, not quite sure what she was supposed to be asking for, but knowing she wanted it more than anything at that moment. Alastor chuckled and stroked her clit just a bit faster. "Oh...what pretty begging, little one..." and dipped his head between her legs. Morgan forgot quickly about the order to keep her hands up. She dropped them quickly to his hair and wrapped her fingers in it, moaning as his tongue explored her. She felt him slide a finger inside her tight opening and moan against her. "Is it good when he does that?" She asked herself, arching her back as he joined the first finger with another. "Now...unless the servants are as promiscuous as I'd like to believe, I am probably going to have to explain this to you..." Morgan heard his voice begin explaining to her. "Your going to have an orgasm, Morgan...you feel it, and this time, I will not make you ask permission, but normally you will not be allowed to do this on your own...or with out my say so...understood?" His voice was playful, as though he knew he were driving her nuts. Morgan nodded her head quickly when she felt the feeling in her stomach shortly after his tongue returned there. "Cum now Morgan...Cum now..." He ordered quietly. He did not need to tell her twice. She felt something explode inside her as she screamed and came into his mouth. His expert tongue continued, drawing it out before moving quickly between her legs. "Stay relaxed..." Alastor breathed, positioning himself with her entrance and leaning over her as he pushed in slightly. Morgan shook her head slightly, wincing. "No, no, no...Your too big Master..." She whimpered when he met her resistance. He laughed and shoved himself past it, not wanting to hurt her, but wanting to get it over with for her. "Well thank you darling." He laughed when she groaned in pain. "Breath...breath...this will start feeling good in a moment." He coached, pushing himself all the way into her depths and holding himself there so she could adjust. Morgan whimpered slightly, feeling extremely full. "That's it baby...that's a good girl." Alastor was whispering as she tried to do as she was told and relax herself. His eyes rolled and he groaned, grinding his hips into her slightly. "You are so fucking tight..." He moaned, leaning down to press his lips to hers. Morgan froze at first, but lifted her chin a moment later to press her lips to his as he began thrusting slowly. It was bliss really...perfection at it's utmost highest...another dance that neither of them had ever expected to work. Morgan vaguely felt him pull her arms over her head and pin them there as Alastor thrust into her, faster and faster, taking exactly what he wanted. Exactly what was his. "You are so fucking amazing..." He groaned, thrusting into her before dropping both hands under her so he could grip her ass and pull her closer. Morgan felt the butterfly's in her stomach. Had he really just said that? Had he meant it? She did not have time to think properly on it. She felt his cock become impossibly hard, and heard his loud groan before it began to pulsate inside her, emptying himself into her with several blissful thrusts. Neither was sure how long they lay there like that for, and when Alastor finally spoke, it sounded almost unnatural in the quiet of the room. "You will not runaway again...if you feel the need for me to hunt you down and beat the shit out of you, at least stay within the gates where I can find you quickly." Alastor stroked her hair gently and kissed her forehead. Morgan felt tears filling her eyes.... "I didn't...I didn't expect you to be like this..." She said softly, lifting her chin to kiss his cheek and he smiled. "You've pleased me tonight...for every good action there will be a reward...for every bad one there will be a very severe punishment..." He whispered. "But what about before..." she began, but Alastor pressed his fingers to her lips. "All in time my little pain slut." He smirked, and rolled off of her. "Now...make sure to be seated at the breakfast table in the clothes I have laid out on your bed at 5:00 am exactly. We have some place to be tomorrow and I need you up. There's a chemise, or whatever the silly nightgown thing is called, on the bathroom door for you. Your excused." He said simply, and rolled over onto his side to fall asleep. ------------------ Morgan walked quickly, but carefully down to the three flights of steps to the slave's quarters. Everything hurt...from the inside out...but it did not escape her attention that he had refrained to leave her "a bloody mess at the end of his bed." She stepped into a small, cramped little room with two beds and searched with her eyes for the two she knew were waiting for her. They sat quietly by the one small window in the room reading a book out loud to each other that sound to be The Odyssey. They had not heard her step into the room and close the door quietly behind her and Morgan was glad of that. It gave her time to re-memorize the room she had only been allowed into a hand full of times. Lord Alastor's slaves had been few and far between, but when one or two had inhabited this room, Morgan had somehow always been charged with the task of coming in to change the linen and restock the fireplace in the mornings. It smelled cedar and candle wax. "Morgan..." Came Ana's soft whisper, and both Aaron and the small girl stood to face her. "I didn't hear you come in!" Ana's giddy little voice traveled through the dimly lit room, quickly followed by herself as she threw her arms around Morgan. Morgan winced as the welts on her back protested against the affection, but she said nothing as she hugged the girl back tightly. Her eyes lifted to Aaron's and as Ana pulled away, she gave a very faint smile. Aaron nodded curtly in return and the room went quiet once more as the two stared at each other. "So...your back for good then..." He asked quietly, and Morgan nodded. "I'm not going anywhere..." Morgan said simply, and made her way to him reaching to wrap her arms around his neck gently and hug him close. "Well then...it is good to have our sister back..." Aaron whispered, clinging to her tightly. Morgan remembered the first time she had met her brother and sister. As one might have realized by now, the three where not blood related. All had been left at Frostwilt at around the same time and been raised by the servant Marietta. They had played and worked together for the whole of their lives, and they were the closest things slaves could keep to siblings of any sort. Neither had had Master's when Morgan had left Frostwilt, but Aaron had told Morgan in his letter that Ana had been claimed by a Noble couple, Master Nicoli and Lady Esaeria, cousin of Master Alastor the day she had turned Nineteen. Morgan had smiled when she had read this. Lady Esaeria was just has giddy and happy as Ana was, and was certain that Ana was be kept as a very treasured pet. Aaron...Morgan had yet to hear the story of how he had come to be claimed by Master Alastor. She was nervous to hear it as well. Aaron had been destined to be a Guard...not a Slave...there was only one thing that could have made it possible for such a demotion in social status that had not technically even been given to the young man yet. Extreme disrespect...in most cases, was to blame for such a thing, if the Lord or Lady really wished to push the issue...and Lord Alastor was just the kind of person who would have. Morgan's Nightmare Ch. 04 Very sorry about the long wait for this everyone. Unfortunately, life tends to happen at the worst moments. Something I would like to post here this time, please, if you are not into non-consent/reluctance...stay out of this section. It's as easy as that. Please refrain from sending me sobby emails about how horrible it all is. 1. You do not know where the story is headed, so do not presume to. Some stories have to start out horrible for them to be happy later. 2. If you don't like it, go write your own damn story. As always, I hope you all enjoy and leave your feedback after! I always welcome idea's about turns the story can take, so send them my way! "Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes." Marquis de Sade * They were quiet for a long while before either of them said anything again. It was Aaron who spoke first, and his warning would forever make her blood run cold. "Just promise me one thing, Morgan." He whispered into the darkness of the room. "Don't worry, I will not runaway again. I am not promising that again tonight." Morgan said softly, looking in the direction of his bed. "That's not it..." Aaron began quietly, "Don't...don't fall for his tricks...The man is a Master of emotions and knows very well how to play them like an instrument. He will hurt you Morgan, if your silly enough to let him." Morgan felt her jaw tighten for some reason, and she tried to ignore the little twinge of anger she felt in her belly. "What are you asking me Aaron?" Morgan fought to keep her voice level as she spoke. "I am asking you to make sure you do not fall in love with him, Morgan. He would love to see that, and then he would love to use it to make himself your nightmare all over again. Do not let him do it...please?" Aaron whispered, turning away from her and pulling the blankets over himself. Morgan sighed. "That will not happen." She said simply and turned away from him as well and closed her eyes. Falling in love with her Master...Ridiculous. The man had done nothing but cause her pain in one way or another since she had been a child, she would never give him that satisfaction...that kind of a weapon... Would she? ---------------------------------------------- She could not remember what she had been dreaming about exactly, but she knew it had been pleasant...simple. So, naturally, when the sudden shaking of her shoulder began to wake her from this pleasant, sleepy ignorance, her irritation quickly surfaced. "Morgan! Let go!" Aaron's nails dug into Morgan's wrist, in hopes that the pain would pull her out of her sleep. Morgan groaned and shoved him away from her, abruptly letting go of his neck as he fell backwards away from her. "Don't stand over me when I'm sleeping." She mumbled, attempting to sit up and figure out what time it was. The pain that shot through her back was excruciating at best...but not as bad as it could have been. Morgan refused to be thankful for that at the moment. It had been all that she could do to keep from thinking the night before of what he had planned for this day. Oh the satisfaction Alastor would glean from knowing he had been the source of her wakefulness. "Fuck...I need a cigarette." She mumbled, shoving herself from the bed and quickly making her way to the small brass wash basin Aaron had apparently already filled and brought in. The cold water on her body as she washed quickly felt amazing. She could remember the last time shehad been able to stop and bathe at all since she had received word that she was to return to this... Morgan's eye's darted to Aaron as she set down the wash cloth she had been working with. "What?" The self-consciousness in her voice apparent even to her. He was sitting on the floor staring at her and shaking his head. The look of confusion that had crossed Morgan's voice as Aaron began to smile made him laugh. "I'm sorry sister...I'd forgotten what a bitch you are in the morning." "He had it brought down for you last night well you were sleeping." Aaron sighed, slipping the corset around her waist and clearly disapproving of the beautiful, velvet, emerald green dress that went along with what he was helping his sister dress in now. "I don't understand..." She began to whisper, running her fingertips over it gently. "Nor do I, but best not to look the gift horse in the mouth well he's feeling charitable? He's probably just practicing his courting skills for when he decides to marry..." Her brother snapped, but not even his negativity could keep her from being excited about being allowed to wear such a thing. "You know..for a man...you are awfully skilled at this corset business." Morgan whimpered as he tightened the corset but smiled when the comment earned a laugh from Aaron. "And that is not a discussion I will be having with you dear sister." Aaron chuckled as he yanked the last strings and tightened her up. "Are you alright?" He asked, derisively as he moved around to her front. "Your awfully pale..." Morgan stood a moment, waiting to get the hang of breathing in the garment before laughing at him. "Your an ass." She giggled, and lifted her arms so he could help her into the dress. "Your lucky he did not think to tell you not to wear underwear." Aaron observed before dropping the dress over her arms and head. "Usually he would not dream of allowing his girls to wear them around him...easy access and what not." Aaron explained, as he laced up the back of the dress. "That would be horrible." Morgan said, shivering unpleasantly at that prospect and dropping her eyes to her front. There was no mirror in the room, but she could see that the neck line of the dress was a modest cut, and hid any kind of cleavage. The sleeves went to her wrists and let just enough room too move her arms that kept the fabric from being uncomfortably tight. "And now, Cinderella..." Aaron said, theatrically bending down to take Morgan's foot and slip the small green slipper on and then moved to the other as Morgan giggled at him to set the other on. Though the sun had not yet risen, and the single candle that lit the room was nearly spent, Morgan could see the look in his eyes as he stood and looked down at her. "Truly a beauty..." He whispered. They stood staring at each other for a split second before he smiled and bowed low. "Best be sending you off dear. The Lord Alastor is not to be kept waiting..." He whispered, and leaned in to kiss her forehead gently. Her breath came quickly, hesitantly and broken...but she felt like it was low enough that he had not heard it. -------------------- Morgan did not have time to think about Aaron as she made her way slowly up the sterile, winding hallways back up to the hell she had escaped the night before...that she had escaped for years. It did not help to think about that. It was different this time. Alastor had finally taken everything...The thought brought the throbbing pain back between her legs, along with another warm feeling that Morgan decided to ignore at that moment. This place had not changed from what she had seen of it the few times she had been unfortunate enough to have to journey through these halls when she was younger. The same dark and dusty paintings of people who Morgan could only assume were Lord Alastor's ancestor's hung on the walls. Each seemingly a bit more depressing then the one beside it. The Great Hall's doors came into view much faster then she could have dreaded it would, as did the fact that, as she stepped closer to the entrance she would never in a thousand years have been allowed to use, she would actually have to make her presence known. Morgan held her breath and closed her eyes, and pushed one of the doors open very slightly and entered. There were two candles at the head of the table, fighting the early morning darkness, and the handsomely cruel face of her nightmare moving to his feet as she entered. Morgan felt her knees moving to obey the silent command she had had ingrained into her since childhood as she stood still in the doorway, staring down the long table to him. "Do not kneel in that dress, Morgan." Alastor's chilled voice washed over her, as though he had seen the small internal war going on with in her. "Come sit and eat with me..." He ordered softly, indicating to his right and keeping his eyes glued to her as Morgan willed her feet to move. "I trust you slept well?" Alastor asked gently, pulling her chair out for her as she neared and taking her hand to guide her into her seat. "Yes Master..." Morgan answered cautiously, her words beginning to quiver the moment his fingertips crazed the nape of her neck. "That surprises me...I did not do my job well enough last night I suppose." His voice held a soft threat that caused Morgan to squeeze her eyes closed. "T...that is not..." She began, but her mouth closed at the feel of something light, very cold and metallic setting on the crown of her head. A moment later, it was followed by something slightly heavier, but just as cold setting around her throat. Producing a small mirror from his pocket and bring it in front of her, Lord Alastor smiled at the look of awe that crossed Morgan's face. The thin gold, diamond encrusted circlet he had set on her head fit perfectly, sending the beautiful intricate design dancing across her forehead. The necklace held medium sized emeralds, an intricate design between the green stones, silver and the pearls playing out across her throat. "M...master...I..." Morgan began. "I told you...good behavior gets rewarded...and as it were, I slept better last night then I have for as long as I can remember...and that, Morgan, is something to be rewarded for." Alastor smiled, clearly very please that Morgan could not take her eyes off of his gifts. "Thank you Master..." She whispered, touching her hand very carefully to her throat. "Your very welcome, Morgan..." He breathed, gazing at her for a moment longer before putting the mirror back in his pocket and sitting down at the head of the table. "Now," Alastor began, picking up his knife and fork. "We are going to see a very good friend of mine today. You are to remain on your best behavior. You will not speak unless spoken to in our presence. Is this understood?" He spoke quickly, but Morgan nodded, dipping her fork timidly into a piece of fruit on her plate. Alastor watched her eat as he chewed thoughtfully. "You are welcome, however, to go and take a walk with his slave Danielle well we are there, that is, as long as you are willing to act like a lady and not embarrass me." Morgan nodded slightly and set her fork down. "We will be staying there overnight...and you will sleep in my bed. I have no wish for you to be mingling with the filth in the servants quarters." Alastor snapped vehemently. Morgan flinched at his words but kept quiet. She did not want to share his bed...but to voice this would be a sure punishment. "Eat....Morgan." Alastor said quietly after a moment of watching her sit still. "I'm not hungry..." Morgan began but flinched hard when his hand snatched out and gripped the back of her neck. "Your Master has ordered you to eat." He growled, watching the blood drain from her face as she fumbled for her fork. "Yes Master...." Morgan said quietly. The rest of the meal was had in silence. Morgan felt her stomach sink at the fact that she would not see Aaron and Ana tonight. The two people who could turn a horrible night into a not so bad one at a moment's notice. She hoped there would at least be some whisper of where Lord Alastor had taken her so that they would not worry about her. Morgan thought for a moment about what Alastor would say if she asked to run down to the servant's quarters and tell Aaron and Ana where she would be going...but she knew that would only be laughed at...or questioned. She stayed silent. Alastor stared at her from the other side of the carriage cab as he took a long drag off of his cigarette...a fact which was making Morgan increasingly self-conscious. "How did you live for as long as you did on your own in that...world?" Alastor asked suddenly, causing Morgan to jump slightly and move her gaze to meet his. She smirked then, reaching across the carriage and boldly taking his cigarette from his lips and stealing it for herself as she sat back down. She took a long drag before she answered and sighed. "Simple...I learned to smoke." She giggled as he pulled out another cigarette and lit it for himself. "I didn't have much of an appetite to begin with...but it helped curb it when it came along...that and the fact that I was worried if I stopped for two seconds, you would swoop in and snatch me up." Morgan laughed and watched the smile pass over his face. "Well I am very flattered you thought about me." He chuckled. "I also learned very quickly how to steal...how to fight...how to get angry when people tried to push me around...or make me do something I didn't want to do..." Her words faltered as she saw the sly smirk on Alastor's face. "Oh? You do not fight me." The cocky look now on Alastor's face was almost unbearable to her. "That's different." Morgan whispered, taking another drag off of her cigarette. Alastor snorted. "How so? I do not imagine that someone trying to force you into something you do not wish to do differs very much from someone trying to get you to do it here." "Your wrong..." Morgan rolled her eyes. "Out there, you have rights. You are your own person. If someone looks at you the wrong way you can tear them a new one...but here..." "What about here, Morgan?" Alastor's eyes sparkled with that cruel glint now, the look that always reminded Morgan of a cat about to pounce. "Here..." She tried to continue, even as her stomach did a sickening flip. "You have no rights like that, do you Morgan?" Alastor whispered. "I don't need to be reminded of this, you made it clear last..." Morgan was cut off when his warm fingers were suddenly around her throat. "You will be reminded of whatever I wish to remind you of. Now answer me. You have no rights? Do you?" He asked, coldly. Morgan moved her gaze away from his. "No...I do not have rights Master." She answered quietly. "Your Master is the one who gives you permission for all things...isn't that right Morgan?" He growled against her ear. "Y...yes Master..." Morgan tried in vain to keep herself from trembling against his grip, but it was impossible. "In this world, you are at my mercy...I could do anything I wish to you, and you could say nothing...beat you, fuck you...force you to become pregnant with my child..." He whispered, and chuckled cruelly at the look on Morgan's face. Her blood ran cold at his words, but the realization sent tears cascading down her cheeks. "My...I could force you to marry me even...Not quite a slave anymore, but very much bound to me..." Alastor snarled, lifting his fingers up to grip her jaw and force her to look at him. "What a privilege that would be for a little piece of filth like you, wouldn't it?" He laughed, and shoved her away from him. Morgan stared at him in disbelief for a moment and shook her head. "I don't understand you! One moment you are wonderful and the next moment you are the biggest..." The back of his hand flew before she could think about what else it was that she had been planning on saying. The white hot pain flew through her cheek, but it forced her lips to remain closed. He had made his point. ------------------------ The trip proceeded in silence. If he questioned her she would answer simply "Yes Master," or "No Master." Each kept their eyes out their prospective windows and ignored the other. The trip lasted for what seemed hours, but truly could not have been more than an hour. It was a relief to Morgan when the carriage finally stopped and Alastor threw the door open to let himself out. "Ah! Alastor! My friend!" Came a deep, dangerously calm voice, and shortly after it a hand that was not Alastor's appeared in the doorway of the carriage. Morgan had seen the ladies in the village do this many times...but never had a hand been offered to her by a noble. She took it very gently and allowed it to lead her from the carriage. When her eyes set on the owner of said hand, the blood drained from her face. He was tall and his skin had a slight tan to it. He kept his brown hair short, and neat. He was dressed in the more traditional sense of Frostwilt, a black doublet with a white shirt underneath it and black riding pants...and of course, black boots. He could not have been much older than Alastor, but his face did not hold the deceptive kindness that Alastor's generally did. His held a constant judgmental frown, and even when he smiled at the small girl in front of him, the judgment stayed on his face. "So...this...this is the beautiful, rebellious Morgan I have heard so very much about. Your are lucky you aren't mine Morgan...You would not be walking right now after a little stunt like that...such disrespect..." The man breathed, bending to gently press his lips to Morgan's hand. Morgan swallowed hard, but forced herself to stay put. She felt Alastor's hand set possessively on her shoulder and squeeze. "You are very right. Thank goodness she is not yours, Lord Caiaphas." He said tightly, as his friend straightened. Lord Caiaphas gave Morgan one last terrifying glance before turning his attention to his friend. "Come...we have much to talk about....tell me where you found her." Caiaphas quickly forgot Morgan and slapped his friend on the shoulder, steering him the direction of his large, castle looking house. "You must forgive him..." Came a cheerful voice from behind Morgan, causing her to spin and catch sight of the beautiful girl dressed in black with long, curly red hair and bright green eyes. "He is a bit of a monster really...but he's now always that bad." The girl giggled, making her way to Morgan and lacing her fingers with hers as though they had known each other for years. "You must be Danielle?" Morgan asked, mystified by the happy little slave girl. "Mmmm! Yes I am! And you must be Morgan! Would you like to see the garden?" Danielle asked cheerfully, steering her in that direction without waiting for an answer. "Uhm...sure? Morgan whimpered, confused as she was dragged off towards the direction she supposed this garden was.