POV FROM JEZEBEL
Mistress Shannon was from the Señores sádicos bloodline. Master Jay told me on the day that his sadistic soldiers found me that I should have been dead, but somehow, I was still alive. I had been, stabbed, shot multiple times, and strangled by traffickers that had kidnapped me from my tribe at a young age. I thought that I had escaped them on my fifteenth birthday, but the traffickers cornered me and took turns, killing me slowly. After being taken to the most beautiful mansion that I ever saw and the head of this ungodly gang came out of the large doors. He demanded to know why they brought me to his estate.
"Master, look at her. This girl should be dead but is not." One of the soldiers said to the owner while holding my wounded body.
This considerable guy, walked toward us as he aimed his gun at me and was about to pull the trigger but he suddenly ordered the guy holding me to put my body in his private chamber at once. Some of the stuff is still fuzzy to me, but I know that he never enter that chamber, only a female named Shannon. She cleaned my wounds and took care of me. I remember how surprised, the Master of the mansion was to see me out walking the grounds after just a couple of weeks. I say Master because I heard Shannon calling him that as she got beaten in front of me. Later on, Shannon explains that she was a slave to the owner of the house. I asked her why she did not run away, and she did her best to explain, but at the time, I was like five years old in a fifteen-year-old body. Shannon helped me with English and Spanish as well as math and other things as I fully heal from my wounds. The Master knocked at my chamber door before coming in one day.
"Slave of death, tell me. Is the girl strong enough to join me in hunting the traffickers that took her to death?" The Master said to Shannon as she knelt in front of him and before he could finish talking, I jumped up out of my chair and kicked Shannon hard in the back of the head.
"If anyone is going to kill those goddamn bastards, it will be me, sir," I said to the Master of the house while continuing to kick away at Shannon.
"You can call me Jay, what is your name, little Mistress?" The huge man replied.
"Jezebel, Master," I said to him while swallowing.
"Jezebel, only slaves call me, Master, but you can just call me Jay," The master said to me while smiling at me.
That night Jay allows me to watch him hurting his wife, Shannon. I was amazed that Shannon allowed him to kill her in front of me. Jay explained that Shannon was like me. She could never truly die, and I stay up all night watching life slowly returning to Shannon's body of death, and at one point I even took the pistol that Jay left in my chamber and shot her in the head until the gun was empty. I must have fallen asleep at one point because I felt a hand going through my hair as a female voice spoke.
"Little, Mistress. Master Jay is waiting for you outside, and he reloaded your gun just in case you want to kill me again." Slave Shannon said to me before grabbing the gun and emptying it into Shannon's head once again before leaving my chamber.
Outside Jay gave me another clip and showed me how to reload the weapon. Jay and I, along with his soldiers, tracked down each of the traffickers until only the leader was left, and it was my mission to kill him, which I did with pleasure. I was damaged goods from day one, but for some reason, Jay took me into his lifestyle and taught me the business. However, one day as he was killing Shannon in front of me for the thousandth time, I ran out of the dungeon of death, screaming and crying. I just turned nineteen and just gave birth to my only son that my lord and Master allow me to have. Shannon told Jay to go after me and keep me safe as she forfeits her right to be his primary wife. Instead, she orders him to take me as his main wife forever.
To this day, I had never re-entered the dungeon of death until a bitch name Tammy brought her unkillable slave Trish and order me to watch Jay sexually and physically assault the bitch. Next, she ordered me to kill her mutt. About thirty days later, Tammy left without Trish and returned to Nevada.
Trish's body did not last very long, and Jay heard me beg her to last longer. Jay grabbed me and whispered that he had a bitch that would last for a while before dying. I knew exactly whom he was talking about, and I was thrilled to see my Mistress and lover once again as a slave when I re-enter her cell in our dungeon of death for the first time since I was nineteen.