Saved By Him (The Monster Series Book 2) (2 page)

Sophia~

(Nineteen years old…)

You become the life you’re given to live.

Your surroundings consume you until it’s seeped deep into your bones, until it’s soaked into the blood pumping through your veins, until it’s the very air you breathe.

You can’t long for something you’ve never experienced. You can’t crave something you know nothing of. They remain just words you’ve heard someone say. Empty words. Freedom, hope, love, happiness – all empty words with no meaning.

It’s been ten years since Mama died. I was allowed to stay with her until she took her last breath, then I had to join the other women. Those are the rules. The same thing happened to Jack. When his mama died a few years before mine, he had to start earning his place in the house.

I think that’s what brought us so close together. He’s the closest thing I have to family. I only speak to Jack. It’s not safe to talk to anyone else. The other slaves will turn on you in a heartbeat and you’re not allowed to talk to the staff, or to a Master and Mistress. There’s only Jack.

Death, it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. Well, you can’t ignore it if you’re surrounded by it. There is always someone dying around here, just another slave beaten to death. Slaves keep coming and going. That’s just the way it is, always has been and always will be.

What’s on the other side of this life? Is it the same as here? Will I get a good Master or Mistress if I die?

There is no one I can ask, and Jack knows as little as I do about life.

I stand by the window in one of the many rooms of the mansion. I’m dusting the bars while staring outside. The garden is beautiful. Jack keeps it neat. He’s the only slave that’s allowed to spend time outside. The rest of us have to stay inside. We’re only allowed to move around the house when we’re cleaning, or being taken to satisfy a Master or Mistress, otherwise we are to stay in the building we all share. The only time we get to be outside is when we’re coming to the house or returning to the building.

“Sophia!” Rosa shrieks, and then something slams hard against the side of my head.

Losing my balance, I slam hard into the window. The force of my body hitting the window makes the glass shudder and for a moment I fear that it will break. My shoulder hits the side of the wall and an ache spreads from my shoulder down my arm.

“Grab that one!” Tiffany hisses and my head snaps up. She’s worse than any Master or Mistress I’ve ever had! She’s very jealous and if she feels you’ve cheated her out of a Master or Mistress then she’ll kill you. I’ve seen it happen before.

She’s tall and in her late twenties. She’s one of the oldest slaves and the only reason she’s still alive is because she gives the best blowjobs. I’ve heard Master Sven say so.

She towers over me, her face all scrunched up with anger.

“I haven’t done anything!” I plead with her. I should know by now that pleading with her doesn’t help. She’s killed before and because of that everyone fears her.

No one stops her because they say it’s survival of the fittest - if you can survive her then you’re strong enough to be a slave. If you can’t survive her then you die just like Mama did. Tiffany is the last of the slaves that were brought in with Mama, everyone else is much younger.

Tiffany leans forward and sneers at me, “Master David is mine! I hear you were with him last night.”

I frown. “I was taken to him. I was just doing my duties.”

Her face contorts, and her lips pull down. “He’s mine! You won’t replace me.”

My whole body goes cold. I haven’t felt fear in a long while. I used to feel fear right at the beginning, when they started training me. I remember being scared the first night I had sex, frightened that Master Sven wouldn’t be satisfied.

But, that was a different kind of fear. All I had to do was lie still and let him fuck me. After a while the fear disappeared and it got easier.

This fear is raw, scratching at my chest and at the back of my neck. I saw what she did to Lydia.

Being a sex slave only hurts for a short while. As soon as you accept your life, the pain goes away. You live to make people happy – you still have a purpose.

But, if I die? What then? I can’t die until I know what’s waiting on the other side.

I try to duck to the side, but Tiffany grabs hold of my hair and yanks me back. There’s a hard blow to my jaw and it makes the world go black for a moment, and then a sharp ache spreads up the side of my face until I can hear my heart thumping loudly in my ear.

Someone grabs hold of the back of my neck and I’m shoved to the floor. My eyes dart up, just in time to see Master Sven grab Tiffany, and then she’s shoved down in front of me. We’re both kneeling at Master Sven’s feet and I make sure to keep still.

Master Sven’s fingers dig into my aching jaw and he shoves my head back. His dark eyes are sharp as he inspects my face. “Fuck, he’s gonna be pissed. You had to go for the face you stupid bitch.” He shoves me back and I fall flat on my ass. As he yanks Tiffany to her feet, my eyes grow huge.

“What’s going on here?” I hear Master Cameron snap. I scramble to get to my knees and I quickly lower my eyes to the floor.

“She bruised Sophia’s face. Master Lowery has booked Sophia for the evening. This will upset him.”

A hand rests gently on my head. “Look at me,” Master Cameron hisses.

I quickly lift my face, but I don’t dare look him in the eyes. That will displease him.

His thumb brushes gently over my jaw. “You’re right, that’s going to leave a nasty bruise.”

Master Cameron comes to stand right next to me and he drags his fingers through my hair. “What are we going to do with you?” My heart starts to pound heavily again. If they think I’m too ugly to satisfy Master Lowery then they’ll kill me! I don’t want to die!

I scoot closer to Master Cameron’s leg, hoping he’ll see my obedience. He keeps brushing his fingers through my hair, and for a moment the room is quiet.

Suddenly, his fingers tighten in my hair and he yanks me up. A loud whimper escapes my mouth and I immediately bite down on my bottom lip to keep another from slipping out.

Master Cameron keeps my body close to his and his eyes slowly run over my face. “We can’t disappoint a Master,” he says softly and I nod quickly. “He favors you,” he whispers again. I know this. Master Lowery is kind and he loves to play games. He always asks for me.

Master Cameron looks at Tiffany and he shakes his head lightly. He holds his left hand out to Master Sven. “Give me the gun.”

My throat dries and a desperate whimper lodges in my throat, making my tongue feel thick with fear.

My breaths rush faster and faster as I watch Master Cameron take the gun from Master Sven.

Master Cameron lets go of my hair and takes my right hand. He brings it to the gun, and keeping his hand on mine, he forces my fingers to curl around the cold metal.

“Make her kneel,” he barks at Master Sven. I watch as Master Sven shoves Tiffany to the floor and then Master Cameron yanks me forward, until the gun is pressing hard into Tiffany’s head. “Pull the trigger and you will be forgiven for getting your face bruised.”

I take a sharp breath. I don’t want to kill anyone!

Master Cameron takes a step closer to me, until I can feel his hot breath stir in my hair. “If you don’t kill her, I’ll have her kill you. It’s survival of the fittest. You know she will kill you. Do it!” I jump as his voice suddenly thunders through the room.

I don’t want to die! I’m not ready! I close my eyes and I turn my face away from Tiffany. I feel Master Cameron’s finger pressing hard against mine and then there’s a loud bang. The gun jumps in my hand and I shriek with fright. My eyes snap open and then I see lots of blood, more blood than when Mama died. Tiffany is lying by my feet and she’s not moving!

I killed her.

The thought is a whisper in the back of my mind, but then it starts to get louder and louder until it’s nothing but screams bouncing around in my head.

I killed her!

A hand clamps down hard on my bicep and I’m yanked backwards. I’m shoved back down to the floor again. “I’ll take care of this one,” I hear Master David’s voice. I automatically look down and scoot closer to his feet.

It feels as if a cloud of darkness is weighing down on me. I’ve seen people die, lots of times, but never by my hand.

“She has a guest to see to at seven. Don’t let her be late,” Master Cameron snaps. “And for God’s sake, stop walking around where he can see you!”

Master Cameron turns around and stalks from the room, as if nothing happened.

“Clean this mess and burn the body!” Master Sven barks at Rosa and Claire. They both jump with fright and then scramble over to where Tiffany is lying.

I’m yanked again and then Master David pulls me from the room.

As we walk down the passage, my eyes burn. I don’t know why they’re burning. It’s a weird sensation.

We take the stairs to the third floor. I’m only allowed up here when I come to please Master David. It’s quiet up here. I can hear our steps on the thick carpet. It’s soft under my feet.

We go into Master David’s room and then he lets go of me. He closes the door and turns to face me.

At first he just looks at me. I keep staring at my feet, waiting for his instruction. He takes a step closer to me and then he lifts his hand to my face. He cups my cheek and his thumb lightly brushes over the bruise.

“Tsk … tsk … tsk.” His hand clamps over my jaw and he tilts my face to the side. “You let her mark my property,” he hisses and then he sighs. “What do you say to that?”

I clear my dry throat and whisper full of remorse, “I’m sorry, Master.”

He shoves me back and I don’t even try to stop myself from falling. He wants me on the ground. If I do anything that he doesn’t want then I’ll be in trouble.

He towers over me, shaking his head. A tendril of fear creeps through me. Why is he shaking his head? What did I say wrong?

“Not Master, little whore. To you I am a god.” I almost frown but stop just in time. I don’t understand what he’s saying. “Do you know why I am a god?” He crouches down in front of me. He reaches out and gently brushes the hair from my face. I shake my head, hoping I’m doing the right thing. “I’m a god to you because your life belongs to me. If I want you dead, you’ll be dead. If I want you alive then you’ll live.”

Now, that I understand! Yes, I very much want to live!

He moves closer to me and with his knee he pushes my legs open.

“Do you understand?” he asks as he crawls over my body. I lie back, giving him access to all of me.

I nod, but again he grabs my face and he stops me from moving. “So you will not allow a filthy whore to touch you or kill you, because your life belongs to me!” He shouts and spittle hits my face.

My eyes start to burn again and it makes me blink fast.

His touch softens and he presses a kiss to my bruised jaw. “Do you have any questions, my little whore? I’d hate for a misunderstanding to end what we have. You know you’re special to me, that no other whore can satisfy me like you do.”

I clear my throat and my lips part. Do I dare ask him? Will he be angry?

“Go ahead, ask,” he encourages me.

“Master,” I start softly, not wanting to anger him, “what happens if I die?”

I pinch my eyes shut, scared that I might have angered him with my question.

I feel his breath on my cheek and then it’s hot on my ear. “If you keep me happy you won’t die, but if you anger me then you’ll die. Death is your worst fear. Every day you’ll live your fears over and over … forever. What is your worst fear?”

Cold chills spread over my skin making me shiver. My worst fear? Every day! Forever!

What scares me?

“Master,” I whisper, with a trembling voice, “I’m scared of not pleasing you.”

I hear him chuckle and then he kisses my neck. “Good little whore. Now beg me to spare your life and I’ll forgive you for today.”

“Please, spare my life,” I beg just like he asked.

A smile forms around his lips. Master David is young. I think he’s as old as I am. He’s very attractive and I know a lot of the girls are happy when he calls for them.