Chapter 45

These men came toward me looking predatory and hungry. My foot ached and I couldn't run on it, so I hadn't even made it to the window this time. Once again, I screamed for my Masters. The men grabbed me and held me as I struggled.

"It tries to escape; yet Damien and his brothers leave their valuable mark, fix it when it is injured, and feed it. This thing has no sense to be thankful," one man sneered pulling my hair back cruelly.

I closed my eyes to avoid looking at them. That had worked before.

"Thank you, Master Damien," I cried and one of the men slapped me hard across the face. I felt my lip split at the contact.

The other man wrapped my hair around his fist until I couldn't move my head an inch. "You wear a mark but no collar, slave. If you speak to us we assume you think we are your Masters. Should we put our collar on you?" he asked.

I kept my eyes closed and my mouth shut tight. I wanted Master Christof back. I wanted Master Evan and his arro