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He kept his mouth shut as he remains in a indifferent manner. Max the slave servant was quiet like a mute disabled person that has impaired hearing and his pause was out of a noble reason to not lead his pack into harm.
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The mistress let go of the meaningly subject and instead distracted Max with something else. Anything to keep his mind occupied so that he wouldnt make a ruckus and mess up the remaining room that I have. Seeing it in tatters breaks my heart killing me softly.
As a voice echoed in my head. My conscience that wanted to investigate him more. This Were - Beast. My action is self - gratifying, very selfish and only for my own gain. But why not? Havent I already crossed the border by purchacing a slave without my fathers knowledge and in im in dare consequence await me.
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She was scared to know what he is. Where his origins lie, she knows that if she digs deeper she might not be able to keep it to her self. The young mistress paused that seemed like forever. " Can you..." I held my breath since how can a beast understand that I am meaning to say.
Do my words matter? The slave. My 'Max' he is growling at my face denying my command means nothing to him. I carefully patted his black fur. Feeling the fluff in between the spaces between my long slender fleshy fingers. I like feeling of soft things. Its very comforting like kittens.
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Instead I promised to keep his form a secret. A pact. A bond or a promise of secrecy of both different parties reclined to one motive that would benefit them both. But I as a mistress have to offer a deal that would be a shame to not claim it. As I puts a closed palm feebly on her chin to think.
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'What if... ' I saw a plate of medium rare steak, food is the only thing I can think of. Right now, it is a primal instinct that they feed themselves. With a stealthy motion towards the moving tray cabin. I feed him and he ate it hungrily
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Provided that he protects her in the darkness so no one can see his hideousness. But then does he this monster even know 'english' or understand anything that I am talking about. In any case, I have other ways on making someone do my deeds and dirty work for me. It was frustrating to discuss while he is in this form.
I'm waiting till he is back to his human form to be able to communicate properly to him. My patience is thinning as I pace back and forth in circles as he just stares at me like an obedient dog or loyal pet. I sighed in exasperation and exhaustion.
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Flashbacks of the fight, hit me like a ton of bricks. It was an intense battle with me and that 'maid' I almost lost my life if not havent for this slave that I unknownly bought without any sense of the precaution that come with him. He is danger. Im in danger. His species are the reason that our females are growing few.
Then again I cant put all the blame solely on him. He might be an outcast by his race. His past that I know nothing off. Its better not to push him further of his history I might find myself 'in a pickle.'
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As I watch him stuff his face with food that I gave him. As an owner, it felt nice having someone to take care of the unfortunate. I was not one to willy - nilly offer something. I am super duper ultra picky when it comes to those type of things. Having lavish stuff around me seemed to have impacted me into whether I treasure them or bury them that is who am. I am superficial when it comes to trivial things and very meticulous in every thing that I do.
He looks at me with his big gorgeous honey hazel brown dewy speckled eyes that were so mesmerizing that I was in deep thought.
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I felt a sense of responsibility and something else. Pure shame is how I feel. I don't know why but shame and pity for him that he is born as a slave with a face like that. A face that anyone would kill to have. He is in danger I have to protect him at all costs. To me, he is my treasure, my gold.
And my guard since he is more powerful than me he can use his strength and brute force to attack enemies that try to hinder us both. But shame looms at me like a shadow of the ancient past like my ancestors want him dead or something.
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