Going....Home.

"Love doesn't hide. It stays and fights. It goes the distance, that's why love is so strong. So it can carry you all the way home"
~Original author unknown.

I washed up, which was hard as my body was still on edge and now was aching. It was a different kind of ache, one of wanting more another of wanted a moment to rest. I think I blushed the whole time. Trying to get home felt like the longest walk of my life, but one filled with a thrill beyond words. I wanted to tell Him I did what was expected! I did Master! I was smiling like a fool. Oh I wanted Him proud of me! I had obeyed! I wanted this to make Him smile, at me.

He wasn't there when I arrived, but I was so happy. I found a rich pure longing to see Him. I wish Catch was there, I couldn't wait to tell her. So I was left to tell the Vulo's. Which was fine, I had become fond of the Vulo's. Cleaning out their wagon, feeding them, leaving out water, and then a pleasure in washing up again!

He still wasn't home. That was fine, because I was exhausted. I laid in the make shift slave spot that Catch created in the supply wagon. The feel of furs around my body was welcomed. I had little pebble bruises on my knees, and tender spots on my shoulders and elbows. Not to mention the endless throbbing deep down between my tender thighs. Even my breast hurt, in a tingle that wouldn't cease. It didn't take long for the slumber to cover me in a loving blanket of darkness.

It was late before I finally found the strength to step out of the wagon. I was still feeling very exhausted and for some reason, rest didn't make me feel better, it made things worse. I felt like someone had taking a fist to every part of my body. Though, I was wearing a warm smile against my lips. I think I could handle these kinds of beatings. Giggling to myself, I washed my face and started towards the wagon fires to see if Catch had anything cooking. I saw Him coming from the wagon! I about jumped out of my skin I was so excited. I would get to tell, I would get to tell, I would get to tell! I took a few deep breaths to stop the tears. Slavery had made me an emotional mess. I don't think I have ever cried so much in my life.

I never got past "Tal Master" for He told me stand, and the bells were removed. I felt my heart just jump around endlessly with it. Yes! YES! He found me worthy for bell removal! Yay! I was trembling, a few tears moistened my lashes, I know my green eyes were glossed, for my vision was becoming slightly hazed. I was looking towards Him, and the stirring in the pit of my stomach said, something isn't right here Red. He spoke before I could ask to.

"You now belong to Ayguili, go to his wagons"

Was He fucking serious? He just walked off to the fires and checked the cooking pots. It was over. Simple. Done with. I don't think I have ever had a feeling so close to hate in my life, as I did at that moment. My hand dropped down to my hip for something that hadn't been there in a very long time. I just turned and started walking through the rows of wagons. Not really towards my new Master's wagon, but around everyone closes to His. I spent the time Hating. How dare He collar me. How dare Him rip the closest thing to a sister from my arms. How dare He offer me a hint of a path and when I step to it, fucking kick me over to the next one. How DARE He make me think I could believe in one person. HOW DARE HE make me want to believe. I hated Him. That no good cold river tharlorian's ASS.

By the time I got to my new home, it was far into the night. I had no idea if He was there. I just sat on His wagon steps, fuming. I spoke to no one. I didn't bother to look at anyone. Until morning came and He was there, with a snap of fingers bringing me back to the here and now. I don't think I got any sleep, I was tired, weak, my heart hurt, angry for it hurting, and He, my new Master, had the fucking nerve to be kind.

He spoke to me. I wasn't sure of what. I could hear tones, see His lips move as I knelt before Him. My collar was removed, and a new one rested on the weight of my shoulders and soul. My second one. He touched my face lightly, brushing away my tears, He spoke again. Before walking off. Leaving me there, wrapped up in my self pity of being a thrown back slave, and trying to harden my heart.

I got up, and just went to go get dung with His other girls.