Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world.
This Chapter has no sex! Yes, it's true :gasps in horror: This is a short chapter that is plot and character building. If you're gonna throw a hissy fit because this particular chapter doesn't have humping, skip it! The next chapter doesn't have sex either! :grins: However, after chapter six we get back to the dirty love making. Hehe. So, if you guys aren't into the storyline, and only want the adorable angel boy sex, wait till chapter seven or reread the last few chapters.
If you choose to get into the real world scene, do your research, make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe, sane, and consensual. The D/s world can be a wonderful thing when enjoyed safely, as kinks or as a lifestyle. That said, if none of the above bothers you, enjoy the fifth installment of "Slave to Love".
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"Hi, my name's Cia." The young lady who was leading Eko down the hall said cheerfully, giving Eko's hand a little warm squeeze. "I was hoping I'd get to meet you, the whole house is buzzing about you." She said, excited and happy.
Eko just gazed down at his feet silently, unable to force himself to say anything.
Slowing her steps, Cia paused and tugged Eko to a stop. "What's wrong?" She asked quietly, tilting her head down to try and get into the angel boys line of sight. "Why're you cryin'?"
"N-no r-reason." Eko whispered, his voice hoarse and his stammer back in force.
"You don't need to be so scared of Master Daman." She went on blithely, once more assuming that was the cause of Eko's melancholy. "I remember when I first came here, I was so scared. I tried to run away, and he beat me so bad I cried for days. But then, afterwards, when I finally realized that I had a good thing going for me here he treated me like a princess! He even bought me a ruby studded collar. It was the nicest thing anyone ever did for me. You just have to understand that he's a strange man, but we all love him." She said.
"I h-hate h-him!" Eko hissed vehemently, his eyes snapping rage.
Cia silenced immediately, her eyes softening just a touch.
"Eko..." she began in a hesitant voice, her huge pale blue eyes concerned.
"N-no!" he interrupted her, folding his arms over his tiny chest. "J-just t-take m-me s-so I c-can get th-the hum-miliation o-over w-with." He snapped. He should be nicer to her, he knew that he was over reacting when she was just trying to be kind, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
Over the course of the last week, Eko had just simply been through to much. He'd been kidnapped, he missed his home and his family. He'd been treated like an animal, sold, sexually assaulted, abused, trussed up like a damn turkey and had his heart broken. He just wanted to go be alone, slide into a warm bed and sleep the rest of his life away. He was emotionally exhausted, and now he was being taken to the man who had become his personal tormenter.
Cia's hand came out to take Eko's in against her palm, "When was the last time you ate?"
Eko cocked his head at the odd question, frowning at her slightly. He had to actually think about it, and when he did, he realized he hadn't had anything substantial in over a day and a half. Sure, he'd had some water or a couple of snack type items, but nothing that would have qualified as a meal. "A-almost t-two d-days." He whispered shyly, suddenly feeling dreadful for having snapped at the young woman who clearly just wanted to help him in some way.
"Two days! Oh gods, this will not do." She said, compressing her lips in a thin line. Taking his hand in hers again she pulled him down the hallway, stopping by the door that Eko recognized as his Masters quarters. She knocked sharply, and a murmured enter came through the door, sounding slightly distracted.
Cia pulled Eko through the doorway, his wings once more beginning to drag listlessly upon the ground behind him as he stared down at the floor. He didn't even glance up, he was too tired and heartbroken to care what his Master was doing at this point, and it didn't matter anyhow, it was pretty well guaranteed to be painful for Eko.
"Master, I beg permission to speak freely." Cia said, looking up into Daman's handsome face. His bright green eyes never failed to take her breath away, but even so, she took a deep breath, steadied her nerves, and stood up to her full height.
Daman eyed her for a moment, and the clearly broken little Angel clinging with a white-knuckled grip to her hand, then sighed deeply. "Go on, Princess, speak what you must." He said, running a hand over his face tiredly.
"My Master," she began, her knees threatening to go out from under her, but she managed to stand strong, "I beg of you, allow Eko to eat. In your infinite wisdom, you no doubt have a reason for having denied him the basic necessity of food, but I fear that without sustenance soon, the little thing just won't be able to stay standing."
Daman actually paused, his eyes slowly rising up to meet the eyes of the little slave who begged for Eko's well being. Truth be told, he'd utterly forgotten to make sure the little thing had eaten. Being what he is, a vampire of sorts, he ate rarely and when he did it was most often of the liquid variety. He'd simply forgotten that Eko needed to eat, and he'd been here so short a time that he didn't know he could call for his own food. He saw the understanding in Cia's eyes, she knew he'd forgotten, and yet she'd worded it in a manner that left him without fault.
