His Human Slave Girl

Chapter 4 - New Master

I'd rather die than be taken away from here. With that thought in mind, I start trying to get out of his arms. My whole body hurts, and I think I reopen the lash mark every time I move, but I don't care. I have to fight. I've heard stories of other girls that were sold over the years, and most ended up dying within the year. I don't want to die, but I'm willing to die right now if it means not being tortured by a new master when I could fight to stay here with my Master that treats me so nicely.

I try to open my eyes, but that only makes me dizzier. They always leave me uncuffed since they trust me and know that I never fight back or break the slave position. I curl my hands into fists and start hitting whoever is holding me as hard as I can. I broke rule 3, always obey. I might as well break it more.

"Let me go," I say as forcefully as I can, still unable to open my eyes. Woah... I'm moving. What's happening? He's putting my feet down. Is he standing me up? He is. His hand is still on my back, but that worked. Oh my gosh, that worked! He let me go! I mentally cheered for myself when a sudden wave of dizziness hit me. I take a step backward, and my knees buckle, his arm is still on my back, but I feel him wrap another arm around my waist to keep me from falling. I hear voices, but I don't understand what they are saying; they sound muffled.

"Let me go! I don't want to go!" I say again as I continue hitting the person holding me. The arms grab onto me tighter, pulling me into them... I try to open my eyes. My vision is very blurry, but I don't think I know this man. He must be a new guard. I shut my eyes again, trying to will my vision back to normal.

"I want to stay here. Please let me go," I begin to cry. Those cries turn into sobs, and within a minute, my knees give out, and darkness takes over again.

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DAMON'S POV

My little mate hit me as hard as she could. It wasn't very hard, and it didn't hurt. She is just confused. My wolf is very angry that she said she wants to stay here; she is obviously hurt and doesn't know what she is saying. After she passed out again, I was holding her in my arms.

I pick her up and quickly run out of the building to get my mate to a doctor. I have to make sure she is ok. Wolves that lose their mates either kill themselves afterward or go mad. I don't know what I will do if she doesn't recover. I make my way to a doctor that was just finishing up with a patient carrying my little mate bridal style. The doctor ushers me to the back of a car that holds all the medical supplies. He begins checking her pupils and taking her blood pressure. I have to make an effort not to growl at him, reminding myself that he is trying to help her.

As I was sitting in the tailgate of this car with my mate in my lap, I realized this was the first time I'd really gotten to look at her. I take the hood off her head so that I can get a better look at her. She has red hair that disappears into her sweatshirt and fair skin. Not just fair skin, she is pale, deathly pale. I notice that she has no freckles, not even one. I've never seen a ginger have no freckles before. Her cheeks are very sunken in, and I feel like I can make out the outline of every bone in her body. She has full, pale pink lips that look delicious. f**k Damon, focus. Now is not the time to be thinking about that. I noticed that she only comes up to my shoulders; I'm 6 foot 4, so that would make her about 5 foot 5, I think, and the sweatshirt she is wearing goes almost down to her knees. it must be Colton's because it's way too big to be hers plus it would be weird for her to be the only one to have clothes

"She needs to rest." The doctor says while putting away his supplies. "I can arrange for a bed to be ready at the hospital, and if she wakes up-"

"If? If she walks up?" I interrupt, my voice cracking a little involuntarily

"All we can do is make her comfortable and hopes she is a fighter. Alpha, I will accompany her back-"

"I'm not leaving her. She is my mate. I'm going wherever she goes." I say through gritted teeth.

"Oh. Forgive me, Alpha. If you would like, I can have an IV drip set up in your room so that you both are more comfortable." he replies

"Yes. Do that."

"Ok. I will make sure it's ready when we get back, and I only ask you to notify me immediately when she wakes up. I will do a checkup and adjust her pain medicine accordingly," the doctor says. Before I answer, Colton and Axel approach me.

"There are no more vampires. We are still making rounds breaking the chains on the girl's collars." Axel informs me.

"Looks like all the hirer ranking vampires either weren't here or escaped. We have a fire started to burn the dead vampire's bodies. How's the Luna?" Colton inquires.

"She needs to rest. I'm going to take her home." I reply.

"I'll drive. You can focus on her then." Axel says.

"I'll wrap everything up here," Colton adds. I nod and stand up with my little mate in my arms. Axel runs off to grab the car we arrived in. The doctor stops me, saying, "I'll have a nurse meet you while I take a look at the girls remaining inside." I nod as Axel pulls the car up. I open the back door and slide my mate in so she is lying across it. I then get in after her, placing her head on my lap, gently petting her hair, and getting the loose strands out of her face. We take off. Axel is driving like a bat out of hell. She looks so peaceful... I hope she isn't in pain.

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The next morning...

THUD

I shot up out of bed, looking around for the cause of the loud noise. I didn't see anything. Weird. I know my house isn't haunted because ghosts don't exist, but nothing could have made that noise. Every bedroom in the packhouse is soundproof for obvious reasons, so that noise had to have come from inside my room. All the books are still on the bookshelf, and my phone is on the bedside table; nothing is on the other bedside table that could have fallen. I walk around the other side of my bed to see if there is anything I'm missing. I scan the floor for anything missing and nearly walk into my mate.

MY MATE!

My poor little injured mate! She fell off the bed! She is in the weird tornado drill position again. What's with that?

I hit my knees in front of her pulling her up to examine her to see if she is ok. I can feel her shaking. She must be hurt. I pull her up so she is sitting on her knees. I do a once-over on her body to see if she is visibly hurt. She is still staring at the ground.

"Are you ok?" I ask as I lift her chin so I can see her face. I notice a small bruise on her forehead. I gently run my thumb over it, making sure not to apply pressure and hurt her. "Answer me, baby. Are you hurt?" I say again.

"No, Master." She says through tears.

I let out a sigh of relief even though I don't fully believe her. Wait, what did she just call me? Not the time. I need to get the doctor here to check her out. I don't want her to be in pain. And who knows how long she was in that place. The other girl we talked to said she was there a week; my little mate could have been there for just as long. I will hunt down and kill every vampire who did this to her.

"Ok, baby. I'm going to go get a doctor, ok? I'll be gone for 2 seconds. Then I'm going to be back, and we are going to make sure you aren't in any pain. Ok, baby?" She nods, still shaking. I stand up and look down at her. My mate. Then I take off the door running as fast as possible because that is faster than a phone call or mind link in these particular circumstances plus, I need to get some of this energy out. I spot the doctor in the hospital wing of the packhouse, he sees me, and we both take off back to my room.

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Slave Girl POV

I woke up feeling amazingly comfortable. I must have been really tired because my towel feels so nice. Before I open my eyes, I feel a weight around my waist. Oh no. What did I do? Master must be so mad at me he never restrains me. What did I do? I open my eyes and stare directly at a chest. A guy's chest. Then I noticed I'm on a bed. I slept in a master's bed. I'm dead. He's going to wake up and kill me. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. I slowly wiggle my way out of the bed, careful not to wake him up. I didn't realize how close to the edge I was, and I fell. I heard him get up, and I quickly got in slave position, hoping Master won't be too mad since I corrected my mistake as soon as I realized it. As I look at the floor, I replay the last few moments in my head, and I remember the events of last night. Master said he was going to sell me, then me waking up in a stranger's bed; as I started to put the pieces together, I began crying. Master sold me. He really sold me. Now I have nothing. I want to go back to Master; he was good to me.

"Are you ok?" I hear as hands grab both of my upper arms, lifting me up and forcing me to sit. I make sure to keep my eyes on the ground so as not to anger my new Master.

"Answer me, baby. Are you hurt?" He growls while rubbing my forehead.

"No, Master," I reply, trying to hold back my tears. Not very successfully. I focused all of my efforts on holding back my tears. Masters don't like for their slaves to cry unless they are being punished. Masters love to hear the cries of the slaves they are punishing. New Master is talking to me, but I can't hear him over my own racing thoughts. I just nod, and that seems to please him. He stands up and leaves the room. Unsure of what he wants, I just resume slave position, ready to wait for him to return, probably with a whip for my punishment. At least, I hope it's just a whip. The punishment for sleeping in a master's bed varies between masters. And it's something I learned a long time ago I never want to take a gamble on. I don't even remember how I got here, much less how I ended up in bed. I hope that the new Master forgives me for my mistake.