I hide away all weekend without an issue, I guess that is down to practice though, the days I spent isolated not speaking a word as a punishment. It made this weekend easier. I know I can't avoid them all weekend, I leave today, so I have to see them. Slowly opening the door I step out and walk to the stairs, I stop upon hearing them speak.  "Everything, I made sure James knew. It's one way to stop it." Demitri speaks. "Then what? Stops it there but where is next Demitri, consider it." I sit and listen to Marcello. "You would have no idea. You can put the word out that might help you hear where it happens, but then there is a risk he hears as well."  "Then you two give me some fucking ideas." Demitri sounds annoyed, more frustrated actually. "We have none, here we can stop it, and protect her but over that line, you are declaring war on cities if you intervene," Calix explains.  I know I need to move.

Waking I rub my eyes, I’m still in the boot. I guess the benefit from this is I get to sleep, I don’t have to cook and clean after everyone, the downside is my body hurts so damn much. I need to stretch but there isn’t space.  I hear voices and get ready; I don’t know what to expect. Dean will be pissed, so I don’t know what he will do. The boot opens, the sun burning my eyes, and I feel someone pull me out, dragging me into the house. My body is thrown to the floor. Looking up Dean and Mary at looking at me. “What first?” Mary looks at Dean asking the question. “I guess first I should you should make my money back, a lot of money. So don’t expect to get sleep this week.” He looks annoyed and I laugh slightly. “Sure, don’t complain when I burn every bit of cash that enters my hands!” I will, fuck this. Fuck them and fuck the Devil’s.&n

I stand facing him, angry as hell. I had just convinced myself to do it, then I would have been free from Mr. Anderson, but no, this pig had to come and try to save me when I didn’t want to be. “If I ruined your night,  I can call Dean, tell him the room here is cleared up and they can come back.”  I stare at him, his smirk growing because he knows he is right. “Thank you for trying to help, but you made it worse.” “How so, cub? Right now, you would be in that room with those men.” He stands behind me, his breath against my neck, turning I face him. “Because it was a test, so now there is a chance when I go back, I am back to being locked in my room with visitors.”  “I will say you were good, the perfect little slave, I will say you pleased us all cub. What do you think?” He looks down at me. “Demitri did last time, I am

“We need to discuss a few things, sit.” Calix sits down, Demitri and Marcello following, moving I sit back on the chair he had ordered me to sit on earlier. “Before we start, how bad was it?” Demitri’s words have me turning to look at him. “When you got home.” I see guilt on his face, and I want to say he should be guilty, but it was all me. “Does it matter?” I look at him. “Nothing can be changed now.”  “Just answer me.” He looks annoyed, so nodding I decide to talk. “I was in the boot for over twelve hours. They let me out, I was expecting a painful punishment, but Dean didn’t touch me. He was unusually calm.” “You burnt his money, and you’re saying he was calm?” Demitri looks at me like he doesn’t believe me. “Yes, but as I learnt that night he was only calm because he had a plan.&rdquo

I watch as she sits at the table, her eyes glancing between us, waiting for one of us to speak. “Look, before you agree and decide you need to know things. Me and my brothers run the city, and running it isn’t something for the faint hearted. I meant it when I said that you need to get used to blood and death.” She looks at me staying quiet. “People in the city push, and we have to push back, if we show weakness we would lose power. Depending on the person, what they did we will punish them in a way we see fit. Maybe just be by hurting them a little, could be them losing a finger or two, or it could be hours of torture until they bleed out.”  “Blunt heartless cunt.” I look at Calix and shrug. “Better blunt heartless cunt, then soft and her freak out and think what the hell did I agree to.” He knows I am right which is why he is allowing this. “Why wouldn’t yo