The Slave

Chapter 3

For the supernaturals, finding once mate and being able to mate and imprint on there mate meant everything to them. Knowing that their other fated one bared their mark, told them that their mate would forever be theirs and no one else's. 

An imprint is when mates, mate together, the dominant or dominants in the relationship gives their submissive or the submissives, in the mating a bite mark. It's called an imprint. Marking the person as their own and to also tell other people, mainly dominants that the submissive has been taken. The location of this bite mark is always on the neck or the junction between the neck and the shoulder. An imprint also helps to strengthen the bond between mate's, it servers as a physical connection between mates.

Also when a submissive bares a dominants imprint, they also carry the dominants scent. There was no rejecting a mate, not to talk about an imprinted mate. Rejecting a mate meant that the both mate's would die in seven days. No one has ever lived longer than that. The only way to avoid dying was by accepting your mate. 

I stared at the two men that called themselves my mate. I had no feelings of physical attraction to them, other than the fact that their both beautiful men. If not I felt nothing for them.

  "We would have to mate and imprint on you quickly. Since your a slave." 

In this world the supernatural's ruled.

Fifty years ago there was a war between the humans and the supernatural's. It lasted for 9 years. In those nine years a lot of people died in both parties. The world was painted in red. At first the Fies had sided with the humans helping them to win the battles against the rest of the supernatural's. The Fies were smart and conning creatures with the inability to lie, but the ability to confuse anyone they come accrues.

Although it was hippocratical for the Humans and the Fies to fight alongside each other. Considering the fact that Humans where fighting against the supernatural's, while the Fies are one of the first supernatural being to ever exist. If you asked me it made no sense for the Fies to side with the Humans.

During the war, which was called Would War III or also known as The Blood Days was really the blood days indeed, at first it seemed as if the humans would win the war. A war that would determine the future of everything on this Earth. At the c****x of the war, the day that determined the which side would be the conquerer and the conquerer. The Fies had betrayed the humans on that faithful and dreadfully day, condemning humans to forever be slaves to the supernatural's. 

After the betrayal of the Fies and the war had come to an end, the world had just raised her leg up to enter the borders of the post war era, the Fies had fled to their realm. Never to be seen again on the face of the earth. They had personally exiled themselves, from the earth. 

An unchangeable law was passed on the losers. A human could never be anything more than a slave, even if they were the mate to a king or queen of a particular specie of supernatural being, a human would never be anything more than a slave. This was to ensure that no human would ever rise up again them.  When a supernatural finds their human slave mate, it is normal for them to mate and imprint on them as quickly as possible. So that he or she would become owner of the slave, immediately. 

"Masters," the sound of a new voice dragged me out of my head space and made me to look up.  

It was easy to tell the difference between a master and a slave. Fist; all slaves where human, for a start. Second; slaves either had on a collar with their masters name on it or they were branded, as a means to identify the owner. When a slave was branded it meant that that slave can never be sold or given to anyone. That branded slave would forever belong to their master. And third; our dressing. The official work of a slave determines their dressing. Like me for example, I'm an exotic slave simple, term s*x slave. I wear provocative and reveling clothes. Clothes that my masters special wanted me to wear. Clothes that screamed out w***e, when someone looked at me.

  This slave in front of me was dressed in a good quality material, long and shapeless gown. It had long sleeves and reached his ankles. This particular cloth is called a jalabia (ja–la–be–ah). Telling me that his a slave with a good position. A position that did not require to much energy from him, judging from his clean and ironed clothe. Or maybe I'm wrong. He didn't have a collar on his neck which means he's branded.    

"This is Zhail, his the head slave. Zhail I want you to remove that collar from his neck, then take him to our room and prepare him for us." Seth said in an authoritative voice. Leaving no room for anyone to add or show their disagreement.    

I gently got off the hospital bed, the clothes that I was wearing the day I ran away is still on my body. I'm wearing a black long skirts that kissed the floor when I stand, it has a slit at my left side of the skirt, that was dangerously close to my groin. If I moved without thinking, the gold tung that I'm wearing would show. The only good thing about this skirt is that the material is comfortably heavy, stopping the skirt for moving when the wine blows. My waist was heavily adorned will gold waist chains so as my ankles, while my wrist had gold bracelets wrapped around them. I'm bear foot. I have on a black sleeveless skin tights crop top, that hugged my body like a second skin. The collar on my neck is pure gold decorated with rubies, that are the color of blood. 

 This particular collar is my favorite. It's so f*****g expensive. My master bought it for me on my sixteenth birthday. The week before my birthday I had spent it pleasing him. Master had praised my and reworded me with the first gift I had ever received since the day I was born, as a birthday gift. That collar is mine. It was the only collar that didn't have masters finger print or name on it, but mine. It didn't have a tracking or shocking device in it.   Seth and Lieon stood up from their sits, making me and Zhail bow before them. They didn't even spare us a glance as they left the room before us.  

"Hey new bee. What's the name?" Zhail said with a friendly smile on his face. The smile on his face didn't do anything for me to feel at ease with him instead it made me more cautious. 

New bee. Me? b***h, I'm so old that my birthday certificate spells expired.

I stared at him with an expressionless face as I said my name, "Athiss." 

" Alright then. Let's go to the black smit and get that collar off your neck." 

"There's no need for that..." "There's no need for that..."