Warrior's Slave

Chapter Three

    Should I tell him?

    No, he deserves whatever is coming to him.

    What if I get hurt?

    You won't.

    s**t, she was doing it again. I've got to stop talking to myself.

    Marcell was in Julian's bed, her body still humming from the orgasm he'd given her. The man himself lay behind her, her bare body pressed against his. Which was odd considering she was a slave. Marcell was pretty sure slaves did not share beds with their masters. He is odd and this whole situation was not right. As he slept peacefully she lay there unsure of what to do. To tell or not to tell.

    She should tell him but then again she shouldn't. What do I do? She was at war with her kindness and her thirst for vengeance. Two wrongs don't make a right.

    Well, it will fe-

    "What are you thinking about my little slave?"

    Marcell tensed as Julian turned her to face him. His eyes were still closed but she knew he was wide awake.

    "Nothing master." 

    He cracked his eyes open and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his body. "Liar."

    Marcell looked at her hands, which were pressed against his chest. His hold tightened and she winced. 

    "Tell me." 

    Marcell gulped and released a shaky breath. Her body shook with fear as her gaze slowly move up to connect with his. "I-I overheard...something..."

    He frowned and his arms loosened a smidge. "Continue."

    "I believe General Michael and Aaron are plotting something against but I don't know what or if that's even the situation. They could have meant something el-"

    "Marcell!"

    She quieted and looked at her hands. "Sorry for my ranting master, please forgive me."

    Julian stared down at his slave, processing what she had said. He wasn't at all concerned with them. They'd been trying to rid their lives of him for years and have always failed. 

    "Those two are nothing to worry about. Now go to sleep." 

    She nodded and closed her eyes.

    Julian pulled her closer, leaving no space between, and snuggled his face against her neck. 

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~Two days later~

    Marcell scrubbed angrily at the tiled floor. Why she was angry? She didn't know. She just...was. Her anger just piled up inside so she decided to help clean to let it all out. Everything was pissing her off. The stupid clothes she wore over her goodies, Julian, Julian's home, the soldiers that come to Julian's home, the fact that she's forced to submit to Julian. She growled. I wish he'd drop dead!

She hated him, hated this place, hated what he does to her, hated how she responded to him. I hate him. I hate him. I Hate Him!

Bang!

    Marcell and the other slaves in the hall jumped to their feet as roman soldiers flooded the hall, Lucas leading them. The slaves were dragged out of the hall, except for Marcell. Lucas gripped her chin painfully and forced her to look at him. 

    "Where is Julian?!" 

    Marcell flinched and her body quaked with fear. She raised a shaky arm and pointed toward the door at the end of the hall. "Past that door, and to the right."

    Lucas released her and a soldier dragged her away to where all the slaves were being gathered and chained. What is happening? Marcell was shoved into a group of slaves who thankfully caught her before she crashed to the ground. Once Marcell gained her footing she turned to a male slave. 

    "What is happening?"

    "They’re getting ready to send us to the slave market." He said in a shaky voice.

    Marcell paled and her throat went dry. "Why-"

    "Unhand me! I did nothing of the sort!"

    She looked toward the open door and watched as four soldiers dragged a fighting Julian by. Their gazes met and at that moment Marcell-for the first time and the last-pleaded for him to help her. To save her from the fate that awaited, but no matter how hard he fought he could not break free.

    The soldiers began to shove the slaves out of the room into the scorching heat if the outside world. Marcell sobbed as she was forced into a wooden cage alongside ten other slaves. She spotted Julian and watched as he was forced into a cage by himself. Her body jolted as her cage began to move and she silently began to pray for protection against whoever would be her new master.