Needless to say, Guy and I were punished. I do not even honestly know what they did to him, for we were punished separately. I was thrust into my cage and chained to the bars. I remember watching helplessly as the Master shouted at Guy to leave the room and wait for him outside the door. The gangly, boring man fumed and paced for a while, often stopping to curse at me, and I simply laid there, crying silently. I felt horrible, and I could only imagine how angry Guy was at me. The Master fumed and ranted until finally he left the room to shout at Guy. I didn't hear much, because the shouting quickly subsided and they talked with quiet words. Shortly, the Master returned, announced shortly to me that I was being sold, and readied for bed. I remember saying nothing and feel numb.
The next morning, I was awoken in the bathing room by icy water being dumped over my naked form. Startled, I had tried to stand and simply hurt myself, finding that I was chained to the floor by my collar. Large, familiar hands unlatched the chain and pulled me roughly to my feet. I was pushed against the wall and my hands were secured above my head. I remember being frightened, but more strongly I remember feeling as if I deserved whatever came to me. I had disobeyed the Master, and this was something you never do.
The man I am sure was Guy raised a whip and brought it down across my back, forcing a cry from my throat. Over and over again the lashes fell like rain on my back, and it went from excruciating to numb...to pleasurable. Shamefully, I found myself begging for more, and that is when the whipping stopped. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I could feel the blood running down my back, but I...wanted more. And I cried, and Guy left and the Master stepped forward, releasing my hands so I collapsed to the ground, kneeling against the wall. I remember looking back at the Master and what I saw was a disgusted yet interested expression mixed unharmoniously upon his guant visage. I remember whimpering to him and being slapped. That struck the final chord for my body, and I passed out.
So, I was sold, and my new Master was cruel. Often I was beaten for no reason, and his love-making was anything but gentle. He called me "Zira," for reasons I don't know even to this day, and it seems the name has stuck. I spent the last three years, physically worn, often bruised inside and out, and...I admit that I loved every second of it. But the mind games were just too much. He exploited my fears for his own entertainment, and sometimes played at being the gentle lover only to beat me senseless halfway through. Mentally, I was constantly drained, and the only rest I ever obtained was when he was busy. I was allowed to roam the house when he was not about, unlike with my previous Masters, and he had a small library. It was stuffy and had no fiction novels to speak of, but I learned a great deal.
I suppose he tired of me, for I got used to his tricks, and recently he sold me to my new Master, Reeve Vasteel.
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